#why am I always going for the rare pair ships?! 😭

[jasmindoodles]

Here’s my contribution to the arcane fandom and the very rare pair of Sky and Viktor…….. I’ma go lay in a hole now 🥲

[yaut-jaknowit]

WAIT WAIT MY DRUNK BRAIN STARTED WORKING ON ANOTHE MXM IDEA

IMAGINE LIKE THE READER REUNITING WITH HIS MATE AFTER A LONGER TIME PERIOD FOR LIKE WTV ANGSTY REASON (broooo imagine the reader had gone thru smth traumatising like torture or some shit 😭😭) NAHHHH I MIGHT SPAM YOUR INBOX FR TONIGHT MY DRUNK BRAIN STARTED WORKING ON ALL LEVELS FROM ANGST TO NSFW LETSGOOOOO

Returned At Last Part 1

Pairing: Wolf x Reader

Word Count: 4506

Summary: All it was suppose to be a simple trip to earth. Wolf has a job to do. You're okay with that. You stay on the ship where it is safe. No one can hurt you from there. Wolf will come back and the two of you will leave. Don't let your guard down.

Author Note: Soooo I may or not have gone a little overboard with this. That's why it took a hot minute to get it out for you. Hopefully the length of it will be enough of an apology. But also, fucking love this, part of the reason why it's so fucking long.

I promise to all those who have asked me something, I am working on them. I just got side tracked with a few other writing prompts and drawing COD men.

Masterlist

Ao3

Part 2

Traveling out in space wasn’t all it was showed in shows. Getting stranded rarely happened; aliens boarding the ship to take over has never happened; stress and anxiety running high was also a nope. Everything was chill. It was just you and Wolf, flying through space as he hunted down Xenomorphs. When he gets off his ship to do his thing, you happily stay back, safe. He keeps you content with books, games, and other supplies his bought.

Yet, everything wasn’t chill today. Not everything goes perfectly. You weren’t safe.

It all started with a distress beacon coming from earth, funny enough. When Wolf told you about this, you jumped at the call. He, of course, couldn’t say no to the ancients telling him to respond. So, the two of you went through the void of space back to earth. You were more than happy to return after some time away. You couldn’t go visit family, since they believed you to be dead. Wolf had ordered you to stay on the ship. Why? You didn’t know.

This was your home planet after all. You knew about all the dangers, nothing could truly hurt you hidden out in the middle of nowhere. From what you could remember, Wolf placed the ship to be far from the origin. He said something about a gut feeling. Eh, you didn’t pay attention to him as he grumbled and gather his gear.

The two of you said your goodbyes to each other. Wolf went down the ramp, mask on, just like all the other times he has. You waved at him as the ramp started to close, locking you inside. It’s not like he has you trapped in here. You knew the code to leave if need be. He wouldn’t do that to you. There’s always a possibility that you needed to escape. One you didn’t believe in but let him have his way. If that made him content and knew you were safe, that’s all that matter to you as well.

When time passed at an unknown amount of time, just like any other time, you took roost in Wolf’s pilot chair. An action that didn’t save you. A book in hand, eyes scanning over the pages. One of the songs you liked hummed softly through the quiet air. Not a care or worry in the world. Nothing could hurt you while on your planet. That you believed in.

Something felt off. Your eyes lifted off of the page and snapped over to your water cup on the arm rest. The liquid inside was vibrating. Next, you peered over to the engine controls, thinking they somehow activated. Nothing. They were dormmate. That’s when you felt the pilot chair slightly tremble constantly underneath you. Huh?

You shifted to sit normally, gaze settling on the empty plains that sat out in front of the ship. Void of life and beings. If this was California, this could possibly be an earth quake? But you were unsure. You’ve never lived there. You didn’t know. That was the problem at hand.

Unable to relax or return to the book, you kept a flickering gaze on the scene before you. It was just you, the ship, and yellow sagebrush fields. The water kept rippling in its cup. It confused you on what could be causing that. An earthquake wouldn’t last this long. How right you were.

An idea came to mind. Wolf has taught you a few things about his ship, the basics in case of an emergency. You pressed a button on the console. A map of the scanned area appeared, like an aerial view of the plains.

Off to the ships, seven o’clock position was a small group of moving black dots. They were coming towards you. Oh shit! People. Not good. At all. They were heading towards the ship, towards you. Your quick fingers found the comm. Button close by and pressed it. Wolf kept his emergency comm. channel linked to the ship open at all time. For a situation that called for this.

“Wolf? There’s cars heading towards the ship. What should I do?” you questioned, eyes flickering back and forth the map. There’s been only two times you’ve flown the ship. Both opportunities have ended almost ended in a fiery explosion. You didn’t believe you could fly it again. Those chances were without stress. You weren’t worried there were people coming towards your camouflaged ship.

That thought made you paused. The shields were up… The camouflage was activated. How could they know where to drive? It wasn’t luck or chance they were heading in the right direction in the middle of nowhere. Wolf parked his vessel in the middle of nowhere. They shouldn’t know where to go unless…

Wolf hadn’t answered yet. “Wolf? Please, I don’t know what to do. I can’t fly this thing, you know that.” Silence from his end. You could almost groan at that. “Answer me! I need your help, Wolf!” you yelled as if that’ll help him hear you. Why wasn’t he answering? Fear gripped your heart in its deadly claws. Said organ thumping against its bony cage.

Your hands grasped the edge of the ship’s console, knuckles turning white. The vehicles continuously grew closer and closer and closer. Wolf didn’t respond. Had these people already got him? You blew that thought off though. This is Wolf you’re talking about. He took on a hybrid Xenomorph and Yautja. Probably one of the most deadly aliens out there known to existence. Best of all, the head is hung on his trophy wall.

Where are you, Wolf? Your head hung low. Solutions were running rampant in your mind. What to do? What to do? What could you do? Well, for starters, the ship. Its shields were strong, able to resist most blasts from enemy ships. So, these humans would struggle to break in. Yet, that didn’t quell your racing heart.

On the other hand, what couldn’t you do? Fly the damn thing. Wolf hasn’t taught you how to use the weapon system. Something about ‘oomans’ and killing themselves in stupid ways. In his own way, that’s him saying he loves you. You were fucked. You couldn’t escape with the ship. You couldn’t use the two massive guns attached to the belly. All you were a sitting duck for these humans to find and do whatever they want.

To be honest, you could hide. The ship offered many places for you squeeze yourself in. All you had to do was keep quiet and pray to Wolf’s god to keep you safe.

Contrary to belief, you would think living and being mates with a hunter/warrior race would automatically give you the knowledge to fight. Yeah, Wolf’s taught you a few things… it wasn’t going to be enough against the at least nine drivers of the vehicles.

With one last drop of hope, you pressed the comm. button once more. “They’re getting closer, Wolf. Please, I need you. I can’t fight them alone.” You held your breath, ears listening for anything that could signal he heard you.

Nothing. The last bit of hope in your heart was squeezed out. All you had was yourself now. He wasn’t responding which worried you. First, you had to ensure they didn’t get you. So when they leave, you could go find him; against his command before he left. Wolf always told you to stay on the ship. That’s where it was safer for you. He didn’t have to fret if you got yourself in trouble. You listened to him, knowing it was better to do so.

One last look at the map -the black dots less than a hundred yards away, you started to think on where to hide. Someplace they wouldn’t look for someone, if they were looking for you. That likelihood was extremely low. How would anyone know you’re with Wolf? You’re a random person who went missing.

On Wolfs ship, there are five rooms, not including the cockpit. Its not really a room, but oh well. First to come to mind was the kitchenette. That was quickly marked off the list. There was the cabinets to possible squeeze yourself in. You would have to displace some cooking wear. Anyone with a brain will be able to tell something was wrong in there.

Second on the list was the trophy room. Another place marked off. Unlike the kitchenette, it had no true places to hide away in. Only a few small drawers in Wolf’s desk he uses for his tools.

Next, the bedroom. The bed was large with a lot of blankets, courtesy to Wolf and his ability to hunt. Yet, to smother yourself underneath them all… you didn’t know how long they would the on the ship. You could slowly overheat and die or suffocate and die. Both options weren’t fun sounding. You crossed that one off as well.

At this point, you were running out time and rooms. The hull wasn’t going to offer you much either. It had boxes and crates expertly stacked. They were strapped down, filled with whatever Wolf like’s to haul through space. Again, taking the stuff out to hide inside of the crates would be stupid. These people will notice the items and think ‘let’s check these boxes’.

Last on the list was the sparring room. This was your best choice out of all the places this ship has. It had a couple cubby’s for weapons that were currently empty. Said weapons were out on their respected racks for Wolf to train with. You hoped he was okay. That it was just a fluke on him not answering the comm.

Since the sparring room offered the highest chance of survival, you hopped down from the chair. Three steps from the cockpit’s door, you heard the computer alert to a proximity breach. Shit, they were already outside the ship. Now wasn’t the time to screw around.

Quick, unsteady legs carried you to the second closest door to the right from the cockpit. It opened at your closeness. You skidded to a halt. The doors. They would open for them, besides the outside one. Another way Wolf tells you to say inside, where it was safe. It wasn’t going to be safe for much longer.

Your eyes flickered to the other doors. Terror gripped your heart. If you were to lock only one door, it would announce to the people outside that there was something important in there. Why else would it be lock while the others weren’t? Now, you only had two options: lock all the doors, loosing precious time or leave all the doors, lowering your chances for survival. The former would take time to do, time you don’t know if you had. The latter would offer more time to hide.

It's like you could hear Wolf whisper in your ear: give yourself a fighting chance. The second option was you rolling over and giving yourself to the group of people outside. One you didn’t want to do. Wolf would be so disappointed if he ever found out. Instead, you took the training he’s instilled into you to heart and changed tactics.

Let’s play a little Home Alone.

The kitchenette’s door opened at your proximity with a whoosh. The sight before you offered the same result to hiding, nowhere to truly squeeze yourself into. Your hand slapped against the touchpad next to the entrance of said room. Its metal door slid close at the command. You heard the tall tell sign of the lock clicking into place. One do-

An explosion rocked you off your feet, side slamming into the warm, metal ground. You hissed out in pain and sat up, hand rubbing at the aching area. Your vision swam for a moment, making you shake your head to clear it. What in the world was that?!

Then it hit you. The humans. What were they doing? A grunt escaped you as you returned to your feet, unsteady. By the sounds of it, they hadn’t breached the door yet. That left you with extra time to lock the rest and go into hiding.

With a newfound courage and energy, you raced against a fatal clock towards the next door. It was across the wide hallway, with a concave floor in the middle. Like a small common area for Yautjas to relax while traveling through space. You reached the trophy room gateway and did the same action as before. It locked before you. Another down. Just a couple more…

After quickly finishing with the third door – the bedroom, you sprinted towards the second to last one: the hull. If you got this locked, it would take them even longer to get into here. The main entrance was in there, sealing this do-

Before you could take a third step, a blast forced the ship to pitch. It threw you completely off balance, back bouncing off of the nearest wall. Then, you crashed back onto your formerly injured side. “Wolf!” You cried out, writhing for a long moment on the ground. That was going to heavily bruise later. That you could promise.

Voices. You paused, stilling completely, down your breath. Voices down below. You gasped, eyes wide and scrambled back to your unsteady feet. That door needed to be locked, no matter what now. Injured or not. That was your last of defense before they stormed the upper levels, where you were.

Now, with that on your mind, you uncoordinatedly ran towards the hull’s door. It opened, just like any of the others at your presences. An array of curse words pouring inside of your mind at this. Those former voice grew louder, their boots pounding against the metal floor. The next second, you hit the touchpad far harder than you meant to. The entrance before you closed on your command, sealing the second to last door to you.

As much as you wished to take a second to breathe, you jogged over to the last door. “Get this door open!” someone shouted from the other side when you weren’t even two steps away from it. Already?! How quick were these guys?

When you stepped into the room, about to spin around to close it off, another explosion had you stumbling out of it. Before you know it, you were on the cockpits floor.

Through the pain and splitting headache, you staggered over to the panel. On the other side of the room, smoke encased the hull’s door. A flash of red dots could seen marking the smoke. Guns. They had guns. You don’t know why you thought that be news. If these guys know what they’re doing on a Yautja’s ship, of course they would have weapon. Fear still slapped you in the face. You weren’t your boyfriend. He could survive many shots from a gun. You couldn’t.

Your hand slapped against the touchpad, sealing you from them. For the time being. With how quick they were able to knock down the hull’s door… you didn’t have hope they wouldn’t be able to do the same to the others. You turned around though, eyes scanning over the limited area in here. One entrance, one exit. You stuck in here.

An idea came to mind. A while back, Wolf had to do some work on the navigation after a run in with a large beast on a random planet. He took you under his wing and had you sit next to him as he worked. He didn’t talk and just showed you what he did. It’s not like you could ever do it yourself without his help. You didn’t dare touch any of the important ship’s wiring, in case you screwed something up. He knew what he was doing. You’ll happily sit there, twiddling your thumbs while observing.

The spot you were thinking of was underneath the control console. It offered a hidden spot off to the side, away from sight. You could possibly squeeze yourself behind the panel. The area there was small and tight, even for a human. It would luck to be able to fully close it. Yet, it was better than just standing he-

“Find that pet of his!” The earth stopped spinning; your thoughts came to a screeching halt. What?! They know of you. It had to be you they were talking about. Why are they coming for you? How do they even know?! Your heart felt like it dropped six feet underground. You stumbled backwards, back against the closed door, hand on your sternum. They were looking for you. They have guns. You were going to die. They were going to kill you. Why? Why?! Your brain screamed at you. Tears started to dribbled down your cheeks as all you could was lean heavily against the door. They were going to kill you.

The only thing stopping you from accidentally announcing where you were was the hand over your mouth. It held in the sobs, the cries, the whimpers. What you couldn’t hold back was the tears staining your face.

Wolf was going to come back from his hunt to find you dead, your brain splattering his ship’s cockpit. Why didn’t he answer? Where was he? Why did he leave? He should’ve never come back here. Earth was bad. It held bad memories. It’s going to hold more. You dead. He’s going to go after them but it won’t bring you back. You’re going to die. They’re going to kill you.

One last sporadic drop of hope entered your heart. It might been the adrenaline racing the organ to feel that way or the terror that squeezed it. You’ll never know. You sprinted towards the control console, seeing the comm. channel light still on. “Wolf, please, I need you!” you whimpered, hands grasping the metal so tightly your knuckles turned ghost white. “They’re here. They’re on the ship. They have guns. They know I’m here. They’re looking for me.”

The longer you talked, the more it seemed you were going down a spiral. Big, fat, globs of tears splattered against the console. You sobbed, no longer caring how quiet you were. “They’re going to kill me, Wolf. I’m going to die. I don’t want to die. I need you, please!” you cried to him and fell to your knees. your head bowed, forehead touching the edge of the dashboard.

Your shoulders shook, sobs leaving your mouth freely. They had to have heard you at this point but you didn’t care now. All you wanted was Wolf to be here. Here with his arms around your body and protect you from the calling of death. “I don’t want to die,” you whimpered, eyes blurry with tears. “They’re going to kill me.” You were too caught up to hide. It was too late.

One last blast knocked down your last line of defense. You stood up and spun around at the same time, back leaning heavily on dashboard. Smoke clouded the most likely demolished doorway now. You held your breath, waiting for a bullet to pierce the unknown and strike you.

Instead, it was them that breached the heavy smoke. When their gazes immediately landed on you, all of their weapons faced you. “Hands up!” one shouted and used the barrel of his gun to motioned for you to put them up. Terror washed over your face at the sight. It froze you in the very spot you stood in.

“No, no, no, no,” you mumbled, shaking like a leaf. This is where you die. Wolf was somewhere far away, not answering the call. He’s going to come back to you dead. On the cockpit’s floor of his ship, cold and lifeless.

“Get the fuck on the ground, fucker!” another demanded of you. Move, your brain screamed at you. Move! Do something. Anything. Just move!

You fell to your knees, hands gripped in front of in a plea. “Don’t kill me! Don’t kill me,” you begged of them. Out of the seven of them, you saw the closest one’s eyes crinkle. He was smirking. He stepped towards you, staying a decent distance away. His gun continuously pointed at your head, finger on the trigger. Your body shook, eyes wide as you watched him, unable to move.

Said man chuckled, shoulders shaking with the action. “I won’t if you listen to us very carefully. None of us are afraid to pull the trigger and end you. Leave you here, deader than a doorknob,” he snarked and motioned with his gun for you to get on the ground. “Now, face down, hands behind your back.”

It struck you. They weren’t going to kill you. They were going to take you. You didn’t know what was worse. Being captured or head blown to pieces right here. Captured means they’re probably going to torture you. They’re going to ask about Wolf and when you don’t give in, they’re going to hurt you. You weren’t prepared for that.

“No!” you shouted at him, teeth gritting against one another. A slow, molasses of courage starting to seep into your veins. Wolf would want you to fight. You were going to fight. You weren’t going to let them capture you. You weren’t going to give up Wolf.

A chorus of laughter erupted from the group. The closest barked his laugh before marching up to you and shoving the barrel of the gun into your head. From the headache and bruising side, you hissed. “It think’s he has a choice, boys. What do you say? Show it how wrong it is?” he questioned his fellow patriots and kept the barrel of the gun pressed into your head. You refused to go down so easily.

Similar to yourself, you know where to hurt a man. Your fist curled into a shaky fist as your head turned to stared him in the eye. A newfound fire flickering to life within your eyes.

It was like he read your mind. The bottom of his combat boots met your uninjured side and sent you sprawling across the floor. You cursed as pain flooded your left side.

Before you could get back up, a knee knocked the air out of your lungs and stayed glued to your back. The barrel was returned to the side of your head. “See? Wasn’t that easy to just listen. You must do it for your owner all the time.” Owner? Who is he talking about?

“Get off of me!” you yelled at him and squirmed, doing everything in your power to get back up. The clicking of a gun cocking stopped you in your tracks. “If you kill me, there won’t be anywhere on this planet you can hide. He will kill you.”

“Your owner won’t do anything. You’re just his pet, a plaything to him. He’ll leave you to rot in the cell we put you in.” That former fear began to creep back inside of your heart. Wolf wouldn’t do that. He wouldn’t leave you behind.

“You’re an ass,” you growled at him. That only earned you a chuckle from him and the others around. It was weak, nothing more than a mosquito flying around. Said man shoved his knee further into your back, forcing you to cry out. “Get off of me, you cunt!”

“Ohhh, the pet has a mouth of it. I thought that alien would’ve made you learn by now,” the leader – as you’ve named him, taunted before whacking you with the butt of his gun. You gasped, vision blurring for a moment. “Got nothing to say now?” You stayed quiet, not wanting to get hit again. “Look, boys. We did a better job than that alien.”

The others laughed with him. Humiliation flooded your veins. You had no choice but to listen now. They had made it clear they were willing to hurt you to get their way. “Alright, boys, get this thing cuffed and head out. I don’t want to stay here any longer than we need to be.”

That last sentence peaked your interest. They were scared of Wolf. Well, of course, who wouldn’t be? He’s a highly, well trained hunter with hundreds of years of experience underneath his belt. The first time you saw him, you were terrified of him. It’s a natural reaction to him.

Cuffed? They were going to take you. Capture you. Possibly torture you for information about Wolf. Information you’re not willing to give up so easily. Yet, you’re not trained. “No!” you snapped and struggled underneath him. You weren’t going to be taken! You didn’t want to be.

“Oh shut up, pet. I’ve had my fun and you’ve had your moment. We’re leaving with you alive or dead. Doesn’t matter to us. We get paid all the same.” One of the other soldiers entered your personal space and handed the leader a pair cuffs. The latter gave a gruff thanks. He hooked his weapon with a strap across his back. With the newly acquired cuffs, he snatched both of your hands and twisted them behind your back.

Your heart stuttered in its bony cage. Terror entered your veins as the first biting, cold cuff encircled your wrist. “Wolf!” you cried out, voice wavering with that one word. “Please Wolf. They’re going to take me.” You knew he couldn’t hear your pleas. You knew he hadn’t answered your calls. He somewhere far away, hopefully okay. It matter to you that you tried.

Where was he? You wanted him here, with his arms around you, protecting you. You didn’t care if he killed them and embraced you the moment after. You wouldn’t care about the stench or sight. You wanted Wolf right now.

The knuckles of a furled fist connected with the side of your head. You groaned. “Shut up, before you blow your brains out right here.” Before you had a chance, the same cold, bitter feeling of the second cuff encased your other wrist. They had you cuffed and ready to be taken. Why didn’t you just hide? Why were you so stupid sometimes in the face of danger? Why wasn’t Wolf here?

With the help of the second closest soldier – the one that handed the leader a pair of cuffs, they both easily lifted you off of the floor. Each had an arm under your pits and dragged you from the cockpit. The fight inside of you was gone before it had time to bloom.  You were captured, injured and crying silently. Tears stained your cheeks, falling to the warm metal floors.

Unbeknownst to you, Wolf heard every word, every cry for help. He heard your pleads for him as he raced back, full speed ahead. His older body aching more than ever to reach you in time. He heard the nasty name they called you. Those pyode-amedha were going to pay for laying a hand on you.

Wolf skidded to a stop in the cockpit. Your pungent odor of fear assaulted him. It was too late. The walls shook with a mighty, deafening roar.

[eunoiaastralwings]

Now you have to give me your character opinion on Nienna too! And Nerdanel, if you like :)

Am here finally – so sorry it took me so long to get to this hun

For our beloved Nienna:

My opinions lay closely with yours. I believe she deserves the best cuddles, kisses and praises because she is just that phenomenal ✨️

Phenomenal is not even a word for her – let's invent a new word for this Lady 😭

I truly and utterly believe she is strongest Valar by mind and spirit – even if she's taking the hurt and toll of the world she never once abandoned her duties as a Valar (not sure if they can do that but let's imagine for argument sake) – but to go on for years of this 💔 – breaks my heart.

I wish I had a way to create a very harmonious place for even and just treat her like a queen 😭

I wanted to say the fandom is mean to her as well – but look at us we are praising in reality I do believe Tolkien did her dirty because she's the only Valar without a spouse or supposed love interest.

But we have Melkor, but, I mean we all know what happened between him and Mairon behind the walls of Angband 😉.

Though I do believe there is something about this rare pair ship of Melkor and Nienna 👀 – like I see the potential here and we really need to explore more into this ship.

Also – am aware in the earlier drafts she was supposed to be Mandos' spouse am like why have changed that ? 😭– but I also love Vairë so.

Like I understand – she has her brothers Mandos and Irmo – but is that enough not only is she taking in the tears of the broken world but she has no one closely by her side like Irmo has Estë and likewise Mandos had Vairë – they could relay on each other while Nienna had no one.

As to that reason – am secretly working on a new oc 😌 (other than my Cóloniélë – I shall reveal no more *dramatically leaves through sudden smoke*

For my wifey Nerdanel:

Listen for this beautiful, freckled, hot, sexy redhead mama – I could go on for hours.

Like this queen can do whatever the fuck she wants to me.

Fëanor isn't here – he got his chance and he blew it so she's mine now and I'll treat her like how she was supposed to be treated like a proper queen.

Like if I had to fight Fëanor to get Nerdanel – like I would I do not care I'll go through hell and back for her and sure has hell don't break her heart and always choose her over some silly 3 pieces of shiny stones.

Like this woman – build and carried large statues can you imagine her actual built 😳 😭 like Tolkien describes her as not the "fairest of her people" – but like if I was one of them elves in Valinor I'd be swooming over her ever single chance I get ! !

I could literally go one for more but. . . I already wrote like a whole lot of smut on her here 😭😂 – I have a problem

[hq92]

Been playing Fire Emblem: Engage these past couple weeks.

At first Alycryst annoyed me with his constant "Please step on me, I am a worthless bug" attitude but...I can't help myself with archers in these games, they always end up being my favorite little murder monsters (Miss you Takumi ❤)

So of course, Lapis comes with him and I'm like "Ah yes, this girl likes him. Okay whatevs, I'll see their support through A and I'm sure they'll be a popular ship." And I was right. It was cute.

...But then I accidentally triggered his first support convo with Celine and oh no 🙃 She has actual depth in a conversation for once, the two of them really understand each other's fears, they make a secret pact to support and protect each other's loved ones?

Oh no.

Oh no my heart.

Why do I do this to myself?

I can already tell they're going to be a rare pairing, and while Lapis and Alcryst is cute sure, my heart wants THIS. 😭❤ Please internet, I need content!!

[coffeebanana]

📚 Adrien, Ivan, Rose

💔 Kagami

💎 anyone

Thank you so much for the ask!! (i am sorry this is months late but you know when a deadline has passed and suddenly your brain is like "oops this isn't a thing i need to do at all anymore" even though that's a lie? well this is like that, except the deadline was arbitrary aksjkfsdjbf. so yeah this has been sitting in my drafts half-finished for a while 😭) 📚 assign some characters to be in a group project together, and I’ll tell you how that would go (Adrien, Ivan, Rose) Ooooh! This is such an interesting group to think about! Ok, well, Adrien spends the first five minutes trying to shake his disappointment that he didn't get put into Marinette's group, but it doesn't take long for him to get sucked into his group's enthusiasm.

Rose has like 10 billion ideas with varying degrees of over-the-topness and wants to put glitter and everything. Initially Ivan is shy about sharing his own thoughts, but Rose and Adrien encourage him until he does, and they love his ideas. Ivan is also familiar with handling Rose's more extra ideas from their experience in Kitty Section, so he's very helpful in whittling them down into realistic concepts they can actually use. Adrien ends up the de facto leader of the group, since he's the best at organizing the ideas and thinking practically about what they'll need to execute them, but if asked he claims it was 100% a team effort.

All in all, they only get accidentally covered in glitter once, so it's a success. (Months later, Adrien still finds the occasional bit of glitter in his room, since you can't ever get rid of glitter not EVER it always stays around. It always makes him think of his friends, which makes him smile.)

💔 send me a character, and I’ll tell you some canon tidbit(s) I like about them that no one ever talks about (Kagami)

akjsdbkj I'm going to be honest: this is the question that tripped me up and made me accidentally put this ask aside for months, because I don't know. It's hard because she doesn't get a lot of screen time, so I can't really think about things people never talk about. But she doesn't get talked about enough in general so anything is fair game 😎(thank you littlebug server for your help with this akjbsfdk) I think one thing I love about her is like...her growth throughout the series? Because when we first meet Kagami it's very clear she has a very specific worldview and particular ideas about how things should be, but throughout her interactions with Marinette and Adrien throughout the series you see her considering their POVs more and more and developing who she is outside of who her mother wants her to be. Like, her deciding to befriend Marinette, or her sneaking off to date Adrien, or when she calls Adrien in risk (I saw her get a lot of flack for that scene but I freaking loved it). And I think that's one of the reasons I love Marigami so much, because Kagami's relationship with Marinette, be it friendship or something romantic, really pushes Kagami out of her comfort zone. And Kagami pushes Marinette in other ways. They really balance each other out in a cool way.

💎 Ask me about rare pairs I wasn't sure if this was supposed to refer to a specific rare pair or like rare pairs in general, so I'll ramble a little about both. It's funny, actually; prior to this fandom I was never really a multishipper. But this fandom has a lot of great rare pair content and it sucked me in! (Especially because it gives me an excuse to write more sapphic ships ahaha.) I love writing rare pairs because it lets me explore familiar characters in new ways and get to know characters I'm not well acquainted with a lot better. Plus, it's fun coming up with backstories/headcanons for characters that don't get as much screentime in canon--it's like flexing brain muscles I don't use when I write love square fics. And yeah...Marigami is my favourite rare pair in the fandom for sure, but I already talked a bit about why I love them in the last question so I'm also going to talk a little about Alyanette because my brain's been thinking things about them lately. Hands down my favourite thing about Alyanette is how their relationship is built on like...a mutual admiration for each other? Like, you have this really cool set-up where Alya looks up to Ladybug, but Marinette only followed through on becoming Ladybug because of how much she looked up to Alya--and BOTH of those things were established so quickly, like their gut reactions to meeting each other was basically just mutual admiration. And you get to see them gain a deeper understanding for each other as the series goes on and it's just lovely. We need more Alyanette content in the world <3

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Out of curiosity, how do you feel about joining a Steven Stone Discord Server? It's not too big, and there's no influx of teenagers, most of the people there are in their 20s, thereby being more calm and mature. No discourse or drama, very respective of each other's preferences and ships, and there's honestly so much fun there. You can write any kind of story, with any OC or rare pair and it will be accepted. Lot's of platonic fun and Champions Found Family too. A little unhinged at times, but in the fun way. That's a special secret you can discover by joining, I don't know if I should reveal it here 👀 If you're still interested in Pokemon and still like Steven enough as a character (and the other Champions too) then by all means, I honestly get the feeling you would like it there. And if I'm wrong, or you feel like conversation is overwhelming/don't like joining too many servers and being active in them, you're always free to lurk and look at all the content and stuff we talk about! I wanted to extend the offer since you seem to still enjoy Pokemon :) It's always nice to find a space for niche content yeah? And more places where you can talk about interests fewer people are into these days too. Best Regards - an Anon whose talking way too formally for the 3 years I've known you 😭 I'm sorry it's just my default writing style. Why am I closing this off like a letter help-

I don't know if my ask got buried under all the new asks(?) not sure what rate you get them, and holy moly, Hawks 😭 but the Steven server link IS expired now, so, I forgot when I sent you the ask, yesterday, the day before? If you'd gotten to read it with everything going on irl and RWBY, but if you're still considering, dw about it, I can shoot you a private join link in a separate ask :)

I'm sorry for not replying sooner, nonnie T-T I was planning to but I'm not the best when it comes to this at the moment as you can tell...

I would definitely love to join a server like this if you're still willing to send the link. I love the champions in Pokemon (though Steven will always have my heart and be my favourite) and it sounds like a really fun enviroment to hang out in!

Please do send the link if you can! I can't say whether I'll be active or a lurker but even then I'd love to find good Pokemon content for my favourite!!

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Fandom Ship Tag Game

Thank you for the tags @arizonapoppy @triviafics @bonvoyagenoona 💕💕💕Some of your picks were some of my own favorite ships, and many others have opened my eyes to relationships I never considered and a few shows/movies that I need to watch!

Gonna put a read more cut here to avoid potential spoilers for X-Men, BTVS, Daredevil, iZombie, Kingsman, TVD, The Untamed, Veronica Mars, and the MCU.

First Ship: Rogue x Gambit

Comic books were really my first foray into the world of shipping. I grew up on Marvel comics, and my favorites involved the X-Men teams. They were stuffed full of angst and drama and various couplings would come and go. But my first ship was Rogue and Gambit. They were the angstiest of all couples! She literally could not touch him without sucking the life out of him! How could they ever be together? I mean, I guess they eventually worked it out, since at some point in the comics timeline they actually got married, but for a verrrry long time they were a big "will they, won't they" couple that I adored.

First OTP: Buffy x Angel

Another angsty couple. A recurring theme in my shipping! This is the big one, the be-all, end-all of my ships. My OTP, Buffy the Vampire Slayer and her vampire paramour, Angel.

Yes, I still sob at the season 2 finale, and no, I don't want to talk about it.

Your ship since the first minute: Matt x Claire

The chemistry between these two was palpable, burning up the screen from their very first interaction. Claire is one of my favorite characters from the Netflix MCU shows - I love a no-nonsense woman who is good as fuck at her job and stands up against the superheroes who insist they need to do things on their own (why are they always so stubborn?). Daredevil the show might be no more, but I still love these two.

Ship(s) you wish had become endgame: Liv x Lowell

Ohhhh, Lowell. 😭Gone too soon. He and Liv made such a great pair! Two smart, sexy zombies just trying to solve a mystery together. The way he bravely sacrificed himself to help her... ughhhhhh, when I think of what could have been if he'd only survived!

Ship you wish was canon: Roxy x Merlin

Ok, listen, I *know*. There's an age gap to consider, and also the fact that they barely have any interactions in the movies, and then for this to work, the entire second film would basically have to not exist. But I'm ok with all that. Because once I read this amazing fanfic that paired them and ever since then, I've been on Team Roxlin, full steam.

Ship that most of the fandom hates but you love: Stefan x Caroline

Everyone's always "Klaroline this" or "Stelena that," but I just ignore them and focus on my favorite pair, Steroline. Their love blossomed over the years from a true friendship, and there's something so beautiful and rare about that on a show like The Vampire Diaries. Step aside, Klaus, Stefan is her one true love!

You don't even watch the show, but you ship it: Wei Wuxian x Lan Wangji

The Untamed is in my queue to watch some day, I swear. I know I have a ton of friends who love it, so there are always gifs of it crossing my dash. I don't know anything about these two, except they're gorgeous and there seems to be a lot of longing going on and I'm here for it!

Ship you wish had a different storyline: Veronica x Logan

As Logan himself said: "I thought our story was epic. Spanning years and continents. Lives ruined, bloodshed. Epic."

It was everything. And then season four happened.

😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

Favorite ship that is endgame: Steve x Peggy

They are LITERALLY endgame. I don't even care about all the weird timey-wimey hoops they had to jump through for this to happen. It was worth it to see my favorite MCU characters finally get their dance.

(I am absolutely open to a Steve x Bucky x Peggy discussion. OT3 for me!)

Clean list to copy:

first ship

first OTP

your ship since the first minute

ship(s) you wish had become endgame

ship you wish was canon

ship that most of the fandom hates but you love

you don't even watch the show, but you ship it

ship you wish had a different storyline

favorite ship that is endgame