#Ficking Ships

[hitman-two]

A few hours later, but gotta also say - liked the bonus detail about Manimal, and can see why you almost chose him - he sure isn’t perfect, but no one is on that show (think that’s why I like it), and he’s got that relaxed feel. Everything was *chef’s kiss*... You’re massively talented in writing. Just... I can’t thank you enough for the ship 😘

Hehe - Honestly... same. I've developed a soft spot for him and I think he just needs some love. But also someone who can handle the rougher edges to him. I've zeroed in on him a few times and noticed his quieter moments and they're lowkey adorable.

Thank you though, sweet Anon, for all that you've said. It honestly does mean a lot! Especially knowing that you're still thinking about it hours later.

I'm really glad you enjoyed it! And it'll always be there for you <3

#hitman two radio chatter #hitman two asks #ficking ships #generation kill ship requests

[socialism-or-barbarism-canada]

Clerith deniers dominating FFVII fandom and trying to force Cloti down everyone’s throats are toxic as hell. Just because your ship can be perceived as “endgame” thanks to certain plot points and interpretations popularized by the Compilation dosen’t give you the right to unironically bully everyone into submission!

Not to mention denying the existence of a “love triangle” and downplaying every single indication that Aerith might have wanted to love the real Cloud but couldn’t because of her death in favor of a “two people in love, one woman projects her dead ex onto one of the people in love, thankfully she dies” and trying to force this view on the fandom robs the story and the gaming industry of one of it’s greatest tragedies.

The story was always up for interpretation but outright denying parts of the FFVII story that flow stronger when viewed as a “love that could mever be….destroyed by a hatred that always was” weakens parts of the narrative and admittly dosen’t even mesh with Cloud’s guilt post gaining his memories back

#ffvii discourse #clerith #just got into ff fandom #and this discourse is ficked up as hell #cloti is overrated #ffvii #anti clerith bs #fandom toxicity #ltd #is it me or does the idea that Aerith purely projects Zack onto Cloud somewhat misogynistic #ffvii ltd #love triangle debate #ltd rant #ffvii shipping rant

[skyland2703]

O*llieamelia shippers I thought you guys were done with harassing us.

Apparently I was wrong.

#yes I still hate this fucking ship and will block on sight #another incident this morning #WHAT. THE. FICK.

[missbiddle]

Getting accused of being an aphobe, despite being ace/aro myself, because I'm critical of consistent wlw ships being considered QPR, is a new one.

This just in - sometimes, asexuals don't want QPR in their media and just want to see sapphic relationships that actually allow attraction because female attraction, and especially lesbian attraction, is either hypersexualised, made puritan, or just doesn't exist. Let ladies wanna be with ladies.

I'm asexual. I don't have interest in sex, at all. In fact, I don't have interest in romantic relationships for myself either. But, not wanting a romantic/sexual sapphic relationship as a QPR and being critical of the vitriol being spat at sapphics for being critical of wlw ships constantly being considered QPR but het or mlm not getting that treatment, does not make me a fucking aphobe.

#anyway im done with this fucking discourse #romantic/sexual relationship is not 'better' than qpr #and qpr is not better than romantic/sexual #calling ppl aphobes because they question and criticise the pattern of wlw ships consistently being better as qpr is bad #lesbophobia is incredibly rampant in the cr fandom and has been #for ages #let lesbians want a ficking romantic relationship without calling them aphobes #fuck me dead #couldnt even be bothered tagging this for the fucking ship tbh #but to those out there; its okay to shop imogen and laudna romantically #youre not an aphobe for not seeing them as qpr or wanting them to be in a traditional romantic partnership #this is comijg from an aro/ace

[hacksawboy]

yk when i , tumblr user ironicblu3 made my username , i made it because im the token funny guy and my name was blue . i wish someone told me its the name of A FUCKING IZUMI SOLO

#tbf i wasnt an enstars fan at the time #it was like a month or two before the enstarining #i was still in the pjsekai rui kamishiro arc #BUT HOW DID I EVEN MANAGE TO DO THAT?? BRO I #did i just get reccomended a tag i used last in july 2021 tf #hows that crack youre snorting tumblr #anyways yeah stan several ships i cant name them cuz i dont wanna show up in their tags #if thay stupid ficking kxmahina tag pops up one mlre fucking time I FUCKING HATE KXMAHINA #dangan phase worst phase #that would b 100% /srs if i wasnt a sonic fan . in 2018. before sonic was popular again #ok anyways yeah thats it . im done now #enstars #ensemble stars #izumi sena

[hopeheartfilia]

first time ive seen chuya and dazai interact. they are besties my lord

#like i get the ship but what i mean is the clearlt care about each other? obviously in a messy ficked up way but like #they were best friends at one point #bsd #bungou stray dogs

[jattendschaton]

my laptop is dead dead dead 😞

#bean talks #yes there were horizontal lines going across the screen for the past 2 years #yes the i and e keys were broken #yes i couldnt watch a second of a video without it dying #yes there was a dead spot on the track pad #yes the webcam and internal microphone havent worked since 2020 #and yes if it was unplugged for even a second it would die and id have to reset the smc #BUT i really thought id have more time 😭 #pack bonded with my little laptop guy 🥺 #it’s 6 years old so maybe thats good idk? but i cant afford a new one aaaaaaaaa #my job depends on me having computer access and i have zines i need to send out #and i need my spreadsheets for them!!! i need to be able to buy shipping labels for them!!! i am so fucked!!! #so i am just !!! freaking out a bit!!!! #frickity frick frack fuckity fick fack fuck #it’ll be fine I’m sure i can figure this out but oof. oof oof oof.

[s-acrificium]

ooc: first red flag ships

So, anyone remember those first big old red flag ships you had? Whether it was yaoi/Yuri or het?? I used to think that I didn’t begin liking those dark themed romances, with tragic and very flawed, sometimes violent and borderline yandere/obsessed ships until I was a teen teaching adult hood…

but I was wrong. Something has brought up to me the VERY first ship that I liked as a kid. One I thought ‘maybe if x felt love, actual love, and wasn’t lonely… maybe things would be different.’

and tgat ship…

is Harry MacDougall and Melfina

yep…. I kinda want to put Melfina on my muse list now. 😂

#outlaw star #melfina #harry macdougall #mad love #ficked up ships #This set sail #For barclive #sefikura #you name it for me #Usagi x diamond #You name it

[prussiasqueen]

I did this meme like several days ago and I still sorta laugh at how quick I drew it and how cracked out it looks.

But my f/o he … he looks so silly here …

#couple memes #couple meme #my ship in 5 minutes #understand my ship in 5 minutes #proshippers please interact #pro shipper friendly #the prussian prince #hetalia prussia #hetalia self ship #Hetalia selfshipping #I love this mofo so much #I want to slap his butt and bite his cheek #self ship #dni if antisemitic #dni antis #minors dni #antis dni #delusional antis stay away #proshipper safe #antishits fick ohf #gilbert beilschmidt #my precious #Brii #hetalia s/i #s/i x canon #s/i

[rabiosass]

holy shit who is going to tell the hotd authors on AO3 that they don't need to tag every single character, ship, and dragon in their fics 😭😩😩

i can't take one more day of this agdjgjslal

#every fucking day and every ficking night i click on a ship tag and i see a wall of tags on every fic 🙃 please end my suffering #me

[hitman-two]

from the anon who asked for a GK ship.. Thank you!! Okay, here’s a description; pronouns she/her, slim, 5’2. Hair dark gold, med-length and puffy. Dark eyebrows. Boxy, dark, feminine,1920s style. Fiery, observant, relaxed, low-voiced, humorous, direct, dirty-minded, kinda quiet but flirty. Have a multicultural, alternative upbringing so people being different doesn’t faze me, nor do “imperfections”. Love decorating, hairdressing, desserts... Thank you! I really really appreciate it :)

I ship you with...

Corporal Ray Person!

Is it any surprise that you and Ray hit it off? You both share the same sense of humor and finding that compatibility is hard. Especially when you both toe the boundary of being extremely inappropriate. Something you both pride yourselves on.

When you both are together, it's a mixed feeling of 'Oh not these two' and 'thank god' because you both encourage each other badly but you're also a distraction to each other, thus keeping Ray from annoying other people XD

Dropping the crude humor, you both make a gorgeous couple. Even Brad wonders how a whiskey-tango inbred trailer skunk managed to look decent standing next to you. Hell, he's still processing how someone fell in love with this brown-eyed scrawny-ass boy.

Your 1920s style has a slight effect on Ray. He, very subtly, starts dressing just a little better. It seems he's actively making the effort to look presentable. He's dropped the baggy gangster look and wears a bit more form-fitting clothing (mostly when out on dates, around the house is a different story).

It always surprises him with how small your frame is. Not just height, but your build. He might be a little concerned that you ought to eat a little more but for now... you're the perfect size that he can still lift you up against the wall or up on the bench. (He's strong-ish but still scrawny himself).

God if your fiery attitude doesn't turn him on... If you're both arguing, that's a different story... but if you're going off at someone (who may have said a remark against Ray. He may not be the most Brad Pitt handsome kinda guy but he's still relatively handsome... and someone said you could do better...) He loves watching you go off at them. Only interfering when he's worried it'll escalate beyond words of insult.

Watching you get angry over things he agrees with, such as when he's reiterating the bullshit command they had to deal with. You're both running your mouths over it. It's the best kind of vent.

He enjoys listening to you vent over stupid things that have happened to you at work, or regarding studies or whatever the case may be.

You both have your quieter moments, and that's okay. It's not always a bad thing. Ray isn't always major buzzing energy.

Especially at home. Just quiet little "Hey's" as you pass each other by. But those 'Hey's' are said with a lot of feelings in the tone.

You both flirt. Heavily. Openly. Without shame. At home..and in public. You're both deeply and madly in love with each other. And just because you guys have been together for years, why should the flirting stop? It doesn't. You both still flirt like you're trying to impress one another for the first time.

It's also relationship goal-setting for others. Just because you're married, doesn't give you the right to stop putting in the effort. Treat your love like it's the first time. Never forget that honeymoon phase. Despite the jokes of Ray being trailer-trash... he really does set the example. You just...gotta squint between the inappropriate humour and dirty flirting XD

Ray never getting tired of always saying "Morning beautiful." Every. Single. Morning. (He's just happy in love. Happy to have someone love him and he's not taking any chances in ruining that).

You're both very observant of each other. Despite you both sharing the same personality traits, you can always tell when the other one is feeling down or uncomfortable.

Ray will always do his best to pick up on these things. He can be joking and shit with the other Marines over a beer but would look at you, see you not vibing for whatever reason, and will excuse himself from the group.

He'll sit next to you, ask you what's wrong, and won't take 'Nothing' for an answer.

If you're not feeling well and only chose to go out for Ray's sake, he'll take you home. If you're just not up for company regardless and basically don't want to be there (though, knowing you, there's always a valid reason), he'll take you home.

"Later fuckers!", "Whoo! Ray! Get some! Yeah!" the group of friends will yell as Ray exits it with an arm around you. Rays other hand flips them off and continues to flip them off until you're both out of sight.

Like I said, he's very observant. So once you're both home, he'll set you up with whatever makes you comfortable. If you're feeling sick... straight to bed (you both have a television in the bedroom so he'll sit with you and watch your comfort shows/movies). He'll bring snacks, make sure you're keeping up your fluids and will make sure you eat a proper meal. Even if it's just soup.

And if it's that time of the month... he'll do you a hot water bottle.

If it's simply you're just feeling down and not great company, he'll wrap you up with your favorite blankie, your favorite stuffed teddy and snuggle up to you. If your head is resting on his lap, he'll run his fingers through your dark golden locks.

The thing Ray loves most about you? You don't try to change him.

The thing the Marines love about you dating Ray? You've accepted him for who he is and not looking to change him. They're grateful for that.

Ray can be who he is without worrying about saying the wrong thing or doing the wrong thing and upsetting you and being given that cold shoulder or silent treatment. He loves that you're not the type of woman to do that.

But if he does say something out of line, pull him up on it. But he'd be quick to realise because he'd see your face drop and immediately know he pushed the boundary or said something that made you uncomfortable. Those big brown eyes of his immediately look like a lost puppy dog. The last thing he ever wants to do to you is make you uncomfortable.

He'd apologise. Straight away. "I'm sorry. I know I say stupid shit but that was...pretty fucking stupid. I'm sorry." He genuinely meant it. You can't stay mad at him. He knows he's hurt and upset you. Whether you feel this intensely or mildly, he's still preparing for a soft afternoon in to make it up to you.

He will pull you in for a hug and press a kiss to your temple as he does so, murmuring another small "I'm sorry."

You mentioned you loved hairdressing.... Not sure whether that means going to the hairdressers or actually doing the hairdressing yourself... but... he'd support any hair decision you make (Don't come to him asking 'Will this suit me?' because the answer will always be 'Yes'. He's biased. He loves and adores you. You can pull off anything because you're so stunning, beautiful, and sexy to him).

If you do hairdressing... Ray will always get his hair trimmed down by you. Especially if it's grown too long and 'Ray, you need a haircut.', 'You're the hairdresser.'

When it comes to decorating, either with baking, interior designing or interior designing, Ray does not mess with it. You know what you're doing. He's just here to support your many trips to Target and back. He loves it though. When asked about what you're up to if you're not catching up with friends with Ray, he's just "I don't know. Y/N takes care of it." or "I don't know. She's swapped the colors out from white to another white." (you went from cream to off-white).

He acts like he's a typical male who doesn't know what the fuck is going on (because he is) but he's very proud and supportive and enjoys talking about you and your latest decorating endeavors around the house.

There's always desserts at your house. And if you've been invited to a dinner, you're the one who brings the desserts. Ray does the cooking (He's not the greatest but he can cook simple meals and a basic roast but nothing too fancy). You do the dessert.

Sometimes you'll both bake together - if Ray isn't distracting you or dipping his finger into the batter mix.

He's obsessed about you and never shuts up about you.

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BONUS: Almost shipped you with....

Anthony 'Manimal' Jacks

Hear me out...

The boy is disgusting but that's Marine Manimal we see. Think about the man outside of the uniform.... Once he had enough money, he'd get his teeth fixed. He's just as dirty-minded as you so...things, intimately, would be wild. A lot of exploring, adventure, and all within consent, of course. He'd worship the ground you walked on. Wouldn't care about your 1920s style. You do you. He might be a little embarrassed at first. but he gets over himself. He's just not used to seeing people embrace out-of-fashion things. It becomes one of the things he's grown to love about you. If he goes on another tour, he'd lowkey have a little insecurity regarding you leaving him while he's overseas. You can't even promise marriage because he was married when his wife decided to divorce him. But you do what you can to promise him and try to keep his insecurities away. Plus he's genuinely quiet when he's not hanging out with the boys. Both your relaxed and quiet demeanors complement each other. He's been hurt and he needs a chance at love again. You're enough woman for him to the point where he wouldn't look at another woman (*ahem* female soldier *ahem*). He loves when Mail Call comes because you always draft the longest and meaningful letters. It gives him something to look forward to, knowing he's coming home to you.

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NSFW under the cut...

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Ray loves going down on you. He's openly admitted that while overseas. And as stated, it's the first thing he does when he gets home. He's had nothing but MREs... he's dying for a proper meal if you catch my drift.

Your hair is the perfect length to thread his fingers through and grip. Especially with you on your knees, returning the favour of him going down on you...

He's so horny for you. You'll need to swat him away. Because any chance he'll get, he's pulling you against him as his hands wander down your hips and squeeze your ass.

Baking in the kitchen never goes according to plan. When I said Ray was a distraction... I also meant he was a distraction. Either end up on the floor with him eating you out or wasting the cake batter of you and licking it off. Or you're up against the fridge with your moans drowning out the soft hum of the fridge... or he has you bent over the kitchen counter, slamming into you with his flour-covered hand gripping your hair.

#Generation Kill Ship #Humvees and Ships #Ficking Ships #(My ship tag maybe?) #Ray Person x Reader #Ray Person ship #HBO War Ship #GenK ship #Gen Kill Ship #Apologies for the late arrival - got held up in a meeting with Godfather #Hope this is okay #I tried to cover everything but I'm new to doing these shipping things #thank you for being my first shipper!

[zhvakinnn]

Waaa no more request so I decided to make a school bus graveyard incorrect quotes:'D

Reader is here, but he/she/them a singel sorry

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Aiden: if i were to punch myself and i got hurt am i strong or weak?

Reader: strong!

Ben writing: weak

Tyler: an idiot

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Taylor: what's worst than a heart break?

Reader: waking up finding your phone unplug

Tyler: waking up in the morning

Ashlyn: waking up

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Ashlyn: sometimes I wanna be a caterpillar

Logan: why?

Ashlyn: eat's a lot, sleep's a lot

Logan: oh.. but wait fun fact about caterpillars they have a life span of two weeks?

Ashlyn: hm that's another highlight

Logan realize: wait no!

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Aiden: Quick Ashlyn hold my hand!

Ashlyn: now what?!

Aiden: nothing i just wanna hold hands

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Tyler: hey reader

Reader: my old friend used to call me that

Tyler:...

Tyler: ITS BECAUSE THAT IS LITERALY YOUR NAME

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Reader in a sleepover with Taylor: hey do you know what time it is my phone just died

Taylor: oh my phone died too, wait

Taylor stands up and took a flute and playing terrible

Tyler: WHO THE HECK PLAYS A FLUTE IN 5AM

Taylor: its 5am wait.. its already 5am?

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Reader: what's a thot?

Aiden: a thoughtful friend

...

Taylor bringing you a snack

Reader: thanks Tay your such a thot

Tyler: exuse me what?-

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Ashlyn: ah shit..

Mr. Banner: hey language

Tyler: oh fucking c'mon

Mr. Banner: language!

Taylor: ah shit that hurts

Mr. Banner: language!..

Aiden: what the frick brick jick kick jack is that shing shong

Reader: hey what the fick tick tickity tock was that about

Mr. Banner:...

Mr. Banner: what the fuck?..

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Ben writing fast: your loosing a lot of blood, Quick what's your type?!

Tyler reading it: blonde, has glasses, and a sniper

Reader: NO DUDE YOUR BLOOD TYPE!

Tyler: dunno ask him

Aiden: red

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Ben writing: do you think crabs fly?

Reader: how high are you?

Ben: 6'0

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Reader: how high are you?

Aiden: how what?

Reader: high

Aiden: hello

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Cop: you're receiving a ticket for having three people in one motorcycle

Ben was driving

Aiden: wait three?

Cop: yeah?

Taylor: OMG TYLER!

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Reader: setting down an ace of spades

Aiden: setting down a 4+ uno

Ashlyn: Pikachu I choose you

Ben sweating because he doesn't know what the heck is happening

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Ashlyn: why is Taylor and tyler leaning at each others back?

Aiden: they had a fight

Logan: why are they holding hands then?

Reader: they got sad after a fight

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I'll be making more of this and try to ship reader with someone:')

Masterlist | about me | rules

#school bus graveyard #school bus graveyard x reader #sbg #sbg ashlyn #sbg tyler #aiden sbg #sbg (webtoon) #sbg aiden #sbg logan #sbg Taylor #sbg x reader #logan fields x reader #ben clark x reader #aiden clark x reader #tyler hernandez x reader #taylor hernandez x reader #ashlyn banner x reader #incorrect quotes

[headchamberlain]

(OOC)

FICK ALL OF YOU IM WRITING IVAN ANGST. BECAUSE **SOMEONE** (@dazaisms) DECIDED TO BE ALLERGIC TO HAPPINESS AND MAKE SHIN SOUKOKU ANGST. THIS IS YOUR FAULT POOKS!!!/LH. I HATE YOU FOR THAT IM GOING TO KISS YOU ON THE MOUTH/P /J

'Likable, but not lovable'

Ivan and Fyodor (not a ship)

I think you already know the TW's for these two... but if not, abuse and sliiight twisted religious imagery

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Ivan held the pen in his hand.

He stared at the blank page before him. No sort of emotion on his face- not even a smile, unlike how the surgery should have made him smile. It should have plastered it on his face.

Well, he was smiling, he just didn't realize it. His lips were curved upwards, twitching slightly, as if they were struggling to keep it up. Despite the happy expression he had, he was far from such. His eyes had lost all spark, they were as dead as a corpse.

He couldn't write. When he moved his hand, tried to write anything, just a letter, just a line, it wouldn't work. He couldn't even remember how the alphabet went. Whenever he tried to count, that wouldn't help, either- his head would hurt when trying to remember fuzzy memories.

His brain had been ruined.

This wasn't something he knew about. No, his master should have warned him. Did his master not know the surgery had these type of effects? How could he forget to mention he would lose so many basic abilities?

Ivan's breathing returned. He realized just now he hadn't been breathing at all, but holding it, for whatever reason. He put down the pen, not even clicking it. He stood up and looked at himself in the mirror-

A figure stood behind him.

Ivan turned, his heart spiking, before he blinked and it went away. He looked into the mirror again. He was no longer himself, was he? Just a shell of someone he used to be. Despite feeling like he wanted to sob and scream, he still managed to be smiling slightly.

He started to laugh.

And laugh, and laugh, and laugh. He even kneeled down and clutched his stomach. He was so pathetic now it sounded hilarious to him. He was a grown man- soon to be promoted as the Head Chamberlain- yet he couldn't read. He couldn't write. He didn't have the abilities a preschooler did. And it made him laugh at his own stupidity.

Maybe God really did hate him. Maybe that angel that saved him was a fallen one. The Decay of Angels... now, doesn't that name make a lot more sense.

Ivan shakily held himself up. A sudden headache, and then a migrane. The wound was beginning to bleed and soak through the bandages- no, his master hadn't bothered to do much to fix it. Ivan tried to deal with the pain and clean himself up.

He left the paper and pen there, untouched.

....

A few days after, he'd decided to ask his master for assistance. He figured asking someone so intelligent to help him learn those basic skills again would be a smart idea. His master could recognize he has issues that could ruin his efficiency and help, or hire someone else to.

How foolish he was for believing that.

"Master,"

Ivan spoke, putting down the teacup in front of Fyodor. His sudden mentioning of his title piqued the raven haired man's interest- his red eyes not looking up, but his eyebrows raising, as if silently saying 'yes?'.

"The day after my surgery," Ivan continued, "I came across a few issues."

"Issues?" Fyodor finally spoke.

"I fear they could ruin my efficiency and create a barrier in my daily tasks."

Fyodor stayed silent for a few moments, taking the teacup and taking a sip of his drink. For being new, this was decent tea, he supposed. He put the cup back down.

"Continue."

"Well," Ivan fixed his posture, "-I realized I had lost the ability to read and write. Migranes had become a common thing, and-"

"Stop,"

Fyodor raised his hand to make a gesture, taking a sip of tea, before continuing.

"You cannot read or write?"

"No, master, not after the surgery."

"Have you tested this information before telling me?"

Ivan nodded. "Yes, master, as always."

Fyodor narrowed his eyes. They always looked tired and droopy, so narrowing them only made the Russian man look more tired than he already did. He rest his arms on the dark brown table.

"Then, learn."

Ivan's eyebrows raised in surprise. He was about to try and defend himself, but he couldn't even blurt out a word if he had tried. Just... learn? That was it?

"Pardon?" Ivan squeaked, "Master, what do-"

"Is my sentence so hard to understand? Learn."

"How am I going to-?"

"Am I your teacher? Your caregiver? Нет(*). I am your master, someone you serve."

Ivan was going to speak, but he was interrupted once more.

"If you can't perform basic tasks, what do I have you for? What are you going to do if there is a message I must give you? What are you going to do when you need to read instructions?"

"I-I am unaware," Ivan lowered his head.

"Ты жалок(**). You waste my time for such petty things. I would recommend you go do better things with your time, Ivan, before I consider your role already fulfilled, yes?"

"Yes, master."

"Such a likeable servant," Fyodor shook his head, "but not loveable."

Ivan left without a word. Once he was alone, he sobbed.

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TRANSLATIONS:

(*) - No

(**) - You're pathetic

P.S, FIXED A FEW MISTAKES LMFAOO

#bsd #bungou stray dogs #ivan goncharov #bsd ivan #bungou gay dogs #ivan g #bsd ivan goncharov #writing #fyodor #bsd fyodor #fyodor dostoevsky #fyodor dostoyevsky bsd

[aimasup]

Au-canon ship Dr Mal and general slys-?

I FICKING LOVE YOUR DRAWING I SWEAR TO GOD AHHH-🫶🫶🫶))

Thank you so much, I seriously appreciate it! But uh

What might happen is their platonic boss/employee relationship improves mildly based on respect or 'friendship', and perhaps the mark eventually gets removed

However any potential romance would be long dead

#my art #villainous #villainous dictators!au #mal wear

[herzlak]

Tatort Dortmund: Cash (REWATCH)

second time trauma :)

one thing about jan is, dass er in jeder szene entweder aussieht als würd er gleich heulen oder als wär er auf drogen

okay stopp hatte der fussballer n pride schweissband?

JA OMG! here's to tortmund's gay hint tradition

"was du heute kannst entsorgen" und dann cut to jan pawlak is my favourite thing about cash

triggert mich so hart, dass jan rosas anruf wegdrückt... like girl, du hast echt NICHTS aus liebe mich gelernt

dieser kleine ktuler mit der "ich hab schon ganze zwei neue neue deutsche welle songs geschrieben" frisur ist scho cute

"ach??" "wirklich???" "wir gehen!!!!" ROSA I LOVE YOU

to quote my bestie "jan ist wie so n nerviges kleines kind, dass dich dauernd fragt, ob du spiele auf deim handy hast"

finds so lustig, dass ihnen nach drei jahren mal wieder eingefallen ist, dass rosa ja mikromimik lesen kann

"aufmachen! polizei!" HALT DEIN MAUL JAN DU UNLUSTIGER SAFTSACK

NIEMAND würd dich vermissen!!! *proceeds to miss jan very much*

"und noch n zwanni fürn automaten" OH MEIN GOTT SEI EINFACH LEISE

der macht mich so aggressiv der pawlak

okay aber als ob jan so ne musik hört

für mich hört der mac miller und ekkstacy

schatzi, der jan greift dauernd leute tätlich an, der hat nora geschubst, der hat ella und rosa und auch dich am arm gepackt

"fick dich" lol king

fabers ermittlungstaktik isses einfach seine enemies anzuschwulen

"was ich privat mache" als wär seine arbeit nur so n hobby nebenbei junge

counting "pferderennen" as masken reference

spuckt der auch noch aufn boden ey

wollnsiemichverarschenoderwas?!?!

allein wegen jan gibt's jetzt immer klare sprache version vom tatort

ok "aber an mir lässt sies aus" hab ich definitiv überhört letztes mal

"können wir nich abhauen?" auch

wenn jan zumindest körperlich anwesend wär

wieso isn rosas pinker textmarker eigentlich in jan stiftehalter?

mir egal was die enraged boomers sagen, ich finds ganz toll, dass rosa gendert

und, dass faber es versucht lol

so süß wie sie in der ecke steht und sich die nase reibt like "hihi :)"

ich hab rosa einfach so lieb, es is unreal

missed opportunity, dass rosa und faber sich nicht den ball zugepasst haben

sevilla, digga.

counting the "hey" as heile welt ref-

"meister :D"

"was sachste?" "was sachter?"

"den ess ich noch" FABER I LOVE YOU

ich LIEBE diese parallelen bei den verhören im dortmund tatort, die sagen immer irgendwas, was man auch aufs ermittlerteam beziehen kann

ey rosas erste frage ist "hast du was mit der?" UND DANN BIN ICH VERRÜCKT, WENN ICH HERZLAK SHIPPE?

dieses lila colour grading in der szene........

now kiss!

was soll denn jan für überstunden abfeiern??

drehbuch so: *rosa relieved "endlich isser weg" exhale*, dann *rosa ptsd "fuck ich werd wieder verlassen" exhale*

finds ganz wundervoll, wie oft wir in cash rosas dutt von hinten sehen

important fact: rosa ist irgendwann nach liebe mich umgezogen

faber einfach die therapeuten pipeline hingelegt

macht mich soo glücklich wie rosa da so sau wütend auf das auto einschlägt :>

verständlich, dass das steffi liebste szene war

"ich teil halt gern mit meinen freunden" mhm

okay wait, ist des das zweite mal, dass jan sich blöd verplappert hat und deshalb noch wer ermordet wird? zorn parallel?

cash ist echt ne einzige parallele, i love it

"turteltäubchen" AND THEN YOU EXPECT ME NOT TO SHIP THEM-

faber so: get in line, ich hab schon viele leute wütend gemacht

rosa ist so richtig schön zickig in cash, ich liebs so sehr

bin immer noch der meinung, dass jan trotzdem abgerutscht ist und das nicht alles gespielt war

seriously, guckt ihn an, der lappen kann niemals so gut schauspielern

"frau dingenskirchen" <3

"wir sind immer noch ein team" rosa, nein :/

funfact: rosas sweatshirtjacke ist die von jan aus tollwut, sie hatse nur versehentlich zur grünen wäsche

(funfact: der funfact war gelogen)

hol den baseball schläger, fabermaus!

nimm den baseball schläger mit, rosamaus!!!

dünnes eis, iramaus

die is so kackendreist die frau

"weinen hilft nicht" doch???

hachhh jan mit rosas armband <3

andere seniorinnen häkeln oder machen kreuzworträtsel, britta zeigt wöchentlich ihren schwiegersohn an

"wenn du hilfe brauchst, dann..." :(

tut schon weh, wie lieb jan sie anlächelt

alles an dieser szene tut weh tbh

steffi und rick spielen einfach zu gut :<

rosa sieht aus als hätt sie die halbe nacht geheult :|

sie guckt so süß aawwww!! :3

okay graf tot, abakay eingekastelt, wen soll faber jetzt anschwulen?

die tatsache, dass die klasnic ihren kaffee mit deM STIEL VON NER GABEL UMRÜHRT

dass jan n armband von rosa dabei hat, bedeutet mir scho so n bissl die welt <3

gps. hat sie gesehen. mädel, du wirst auch noch kommissarin

honestly, ich will in fünfzehn jahren jana giesel irgendwo als lead role im tatort sehen, die spielt jetzt schon so toll

HALT DIE FRESSE MIT SEVILLA JAN DU DISAPPOINTMENT AUF ZWEI BEINEN

ich hoffe er kriegt fett sonnenbrand der elende vampir

und ich hoffe, er kommt irgendwann wieder zurück für die allerletzte folge :(((

nächste folge wissen wir dann nicht, wen wir zuerst mitm baseball schläger kloppen - die klasnic, matuschek, haller oder die bütow

(am besten alle, weil gewalt ist therapeutisch wie wir gelernt haben)

#Tatort #Tatort Dortmund #jan pawlak #rosa herzog #Peter faber #ira klasnic #mia pawlak #Tatort cash

[lostinthewiind]

Hi! Hope you're having a good day! You are so right, the Generation Kill fics are very rare, it's a shame.

Could you please write something for Nate Fick where the reader is oblivious and doesn't realize that he loves them?

Thaaanks!

Atypical

Nathaniel "Nate" Fick - Generation Kill

Rating: All ages

It had been a long tour. Iraq was brutal from start to finish, and even now, when you knew you would be heading back to the States in a couple of days, it still didn't feel real.

Staring out at the vast Iraqi desert that surrounded the base camp, you exhaled long and deep—a last-ditch attempt to expel the weeks of dust that accumulated in your lungs.

"Ready to head back home?" A familiar voice came from behind you.

You smiled to yourself as you scooted over, making room for your visitor in the back of the truck you had found refuge in. "And here I was thinking I had finally found a moment of peace and quiet in this damn war."

Nate smirked as he sat down next to you, his bright blue eyes practically sparkling in the sun. You had seen a lot of things you wouldn't ever forget while in Iraq, most of them bad—but Nate's eyes were one of the few good things that lingered in your mind.

"Sorry to disturb your personal oasis in the back of this Motor T rust bucket." The truck made a worrying sound as he shifted his weight and he quirked a brow. "Point made."

"Well maybe if you had whipped your men into shape more, I wouldn't have to feel as though Motor T is the only place I can go for some quality alone time," you told him as you tilted your head toward the sunset.

"Manimal trying to buy your underwear off of you again?"

You choked on your next breath. "How the hell do you know about that?"

Nate laughed. "I know about everything that goes on in my platoon."

"Either way, no, that wasn't happening ... not again, at least." You shook your head. "I was just trying to take some time to reflect. I thought going home would be a happy feeling."

"You're not happy?"

"I am. But I'm also not." You tried to explain your complex feelings. "I don't know, the possibility of never seeing any of you guys again isn't as much of a relief as I thought it might be. Don't tell anyone I said that."

"I won't," Nate assured you with a chuckle. "For someone coming into a group of guys who have been together since Afghanistan, you really held your own. It'll be weird if we ship out again and you're not there."

You watched as the night sky shifted from a brilliant shade of orange into a dark purple. "Give it some time and I'll be as ready as you are to be done with this war and go home."

"How do you know I'm ready to go home?" Nate asked.

"You're not the only observant one," you answered, earning a dubious look from Nate. "... and I overheard you and Brad talking."

Nate nodded when you confirmed his suspicions. "That sounds more like it."

"Hey, I am plenty observant!" You smacked him on the shoulder. "I wouldn't be here if I wasn't. It's a pretty important quality for a marine."

"True. But still."

"But still?"

Nate turned away from the sunset to look at you. His mouth opened to respond, but before he could get a word out, he decided against it and averted his gaze. "Nothing."

"No, no, no." You grabbed his face with your hand and forced him to look at you once more. In that moment, you didn't think about the fact that you were technically laying hands on your superior. "But still what?"

"I think it's a conversation better had at a later date," he told you as he gently pushed your hand away. "When there's less sand and less gunfire. When we're just normal people, not a Lieutenant and his Corporal."

"You know we could die tomorrow, right?" you reminded him. "Or right now. There could be a sniper lining up the head shot as we speak. What if I died right now and you never got to tell me whatever it is you're being so secretive about?"

Letting out a defeated sigh, Nate reached into his breast pocket and pulled out a ring. It wasn't just some class ring either; no, it was an honest-to-God gold banded ring with a diamond on the top.

"Lieutenant Fick?" Your eyes darted between his face and the ring.

"Please do not call me Lieutenant when I'm holding an engagement ring."

Your mouth fell open. You were at a loss for word. "What ... what the fuck, Nate?"

"I suppose that's better." He clasped his hand firmly around the ring so it was no longer in sight. "When I first met you, I wrote a letter home and mentioned you. Told my folks all about how we had this woman riding with us and how I didn't think she'd last a week."

You were too impatient to wait for the follow-up. "And?" you prompted.

"And she sent me back the family ring and told me to let her know when the wedding was."

You laughed. You were aware how incredibly insensitive it was but in that moment, it was the only outlet you could think of for your overwhelming emotions. "What the fuck, Nate?" you whispered.

"You already said that."

"Well, I'm sorry I'm a little shocked in a moment like this. Can you blame me for not exactly expecting a proposal when I didn't even know you had feelings for me?"

Nate rolled his eyes. "I never actually asked you to marry me, now did I?"

"Then what's the ring for?"

"Well obviously it's for engagement!"

"What is happening right now?" You couldn't believe what was going on. Surely, you must have been dreaming. "Did you hit your head when I wasn't looking? Do I need to call Doc Bryan?"

"Oh, my God. I've really fucked this." Nate stuffed the ring back into his pocket. "This is not how I meant to approach this topic."

"What topic?"

"That I'm in love with you!" Nate proclaimed before burying his face in his hands.

A beat of silence passed and you were suddenly very grateful that you had chosen an abandoned corner of the camp to watch the sunset from.

"Nate?" you whispered once more.

"Yes?" he whispered back, his voice even more muffled from his hands.

"Did you just tell me you're in love with me?"

"Yes."

"And that engagement ring in your pocket is for me?"

"Yes." He finally lifted his head to look at you. "Not right now, of course. But yes, theoretically, at some point."

You couldn't help but laugh again. "This is so weird."

Nate made a strangled, embarrassed sound. "You're killing me here." He stood up to leave. "I should just go. This was clearly a mistake."

"Oh, settle down." You grabbed him by his uniform and pulled him back down. "Yes, I had a bit of a strong reaction at first, but considering the circumstances, I think I'm allowed that much. I never said I didn't love you back."

Nate's blue eyes lit up. "Do you?"

"Well, I don't know. I hadn't thought about it until now," you answered. "Maybe."

"Maybe?" That same sound slipped past his lips. "That's romantic."

"Okay, it's not that I've never thought about. You're obviously very attractive and all that," you rephrased. "I've just never thought about it seriously. In case you haven't noticed, we are in the middle of a war."

"I noticed. Which is why the ring's been burning a hole in my pocket until now." He drew in a deep breath, and when you didn't share another thought, he spoke again. "Now what?"

Reaching into his pocket, you fished out the engagement ring and handed it to him. "Now you ask me to marry you."

"Really?" His fingers trembled slightly as they plucked the ring out of your grasp. "Here?"

"Right here." You nodded.

"Okay. Right. Yes." He cleared his throat and jumped down from the back of the truck. Then he offered you a hand down, and once you were both standing on solid ground, he dropped down onto one knee. "Y/N, I know we haven't known each other very long. I know the typical thing is to date for a while before asking this question; hell, the typical thing is to actually have feelings for one another before asking this question. However, as a fellow marine, you know that typical is merely a suggestion. Either way, meeting you has been the highlight of this war, which I know isn't saying much but still ... I'd like for you to be the highlight of the rest of my life as well. Will you marry me?"

Your heart swelled at the gentle words falling from the mouth of one of the toughest men you had ever met. The way Nate looked up at you, as if you had the answer to every question in the world, was beyond endearing. You could truly picture a long, happy life with him.

"No," you answered.

Nate's hopeful smile fell. "No?"

"That's what you get for springing a goddamn engagement ring on me like this." You plucked the ring from his hand before inspecting it. "It is a rather beautiful ring though. Ask me again in a couple months and I'll gladly take it off your hands."

Nate shook his head as he stood back up and dusted off his knee. "And until then?"

"We date," you said matter-of-factly. "As typical as it is, I've had enough atypical for one lifetime."

Nate smiled wide. "I can't wait to marry you."

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