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mishapen-dear · 3 months

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Cant sleep so im thinking about ayhalo

I think its like. one sided. qaypierre WOULD smooch that demon and take him on dates. qbad would not recognize anything as a romantic gesture. aypierre could throw a bouquet of chocolate roses at him and bad would just be like ! thank you :}

like they love each other, absolutely. they TRUST each other, to the point where i’d even say it gets in the way of bad seeing aypierre as anything more than a good friend. that’s his guy. The dude always in his corner. Friend resource label: team mate (coparent) (down to help kidnap people). bad doesnt do classic romantic relationships- all of his relationships are INCREDIBLY queer, but the closest he usually gets to what others read as romance is a classic chewtoy4chewtoy dynamic. He LOVES to fuck with people and he loves to get fucked with and if there’s a nice jawline or pretty muscles included?? huge bonus !!

he’s got something- not kinder, with aypierre? not calmer, either, but stable, maybe. pierre has proven, over and over again, that he’s on bad’s side. Spying on tubbo, encouraging bad’s pranks, the kidnapping- i can’t call it a reliable dynamic, not with how paranoid bad is, even when he trusts, but there is still a feeling of understanding that, wherever pierre’s limits are for when he cant support bad (or genuinely turn against him), it hasnt been reached yet

aypierre, on the other hand, i dont know enough about to be absolutely sure but there are some Vibes. ironically, i think hes feeling like his relationships are unreliable. max was going to have their baby, and then he wasnt, and then he left him, then max fucking died. plus whatever is happening with him and ayrobot, which probably leaves him feeling like he cant rely on Himself. like he had, if not a little crush on bad, at least some Interest in him, before. as well as several islanders. i remember the days of the Bed Threat.

but thats part of it, too? because those flings didnt have that emotional connection, and i always got the sense that he started looking for that with maximus, to Love and Be Loved rather than pure lust. To care about someone, genuinely, and be cared about in return. but he didnt get that with the flings, and We know that max was using him, but i dont know if he did, but maybe he had a feeling about it and maybe he also had a feelinf about maximus’ feelings towards bad and maybe- there’s something about that? A little push of not-spite-not-projection onto bad.

because bad IS that reliability, right now. he’s a fucking gremlin. a bastard. a prankster silly guy. he trusts aypierre and aypierre trusts him and they dont share everything but so often, when it comes down to it, it is them against the world. them in the corner, caught, aypierre shouting about kissing as a cover for their crimes while bad runs giggling away from him.

#qsmp character analysis #qsmp shipping #<- because i DO think bad would be down to ~fornicate~#but i dont think pierre drifts into that chewtoy zone enoufh for bad to get that Obsession #theyre kidnapping and escaping buddies !! who share food and secrets and strategies !!#but bad would do the same with the other french yknow #god i could go on for YEARS about how queer qbad’s relationships can get that demon is full of LOVE and that love is QUEER #i could make an argument that even his parenting style is affected by his queerness #in the way that he takes on all required roles for the eggs and cares for them SO MUCH #and SO OBVIOUSLY #as a dad/uncle that you dont often get to see in fiction #to the point where he is still in some way seen as a mother figure #but thats a whole different post #anyway this is part-analysis and part-silly written at ass-o’#clock in the morning #if i remember ill come back to tag the ship for filtering purposes but i dont wanna throw ‘i think its one sided and exacerbated by grief #and general yearning for love/stability in an ever changing world’ when prople are just tryin to make em kiss #i respect the kisser causers have fun yall im enjoying seeing it #god i need to sleep #ayhalo

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dirtytransmasc · 5 months

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I need more selkie theon (and asha. I just think that would be a vibe. fuck the greyjoy sigil being a kraken for a moment and let them be seals) content.

like the opportunity to have theon's coat taken by ned when he's made his ward is right there and it is perfect and beautiful and tragic.

and you could build on that depending on the version of the selkie myth/story you're going off of (I personally love the song of the sea version of selkies for story writing). maybe he can't talk without it, maybe he gets sick, maybe his voice has magical properties of sorts.

I have this one concept in my head that I don't have the time to write, but it goes something along the lines of theon getting sick after years away from his coat and the stark kids have to find his coat and drag his slowly dying ass to the bay of seals (cause y'know bay of seals and theon's a selkie so he'll turn into a seal... I thought it was creative).

also, in a lot of versions of selkies, when they get sick, their hair turns white, which is on brand for theon. they're also pretty, their stories are typically soaked to the bone in tragedy, they're normally held captive/tortured, amongst other things, which are also very on brand for theon.

and maybe you get some selkie to selkie telepathy of sorts, so when theon finally enter the water a seal again, asha books it to come find him, cause its been years since she's been able to feel him (I'm soft for them, I will create the most improbable and ridiculous scenario's to bring them together and for them to have soft sibling moments).

all and all, theon being a selkie is something I need more content of, please and thank you.

#theon would be a harbor seal and asha would be a leopard seal. I don't make the rules.#I think theon being a selkie would just be cool #like. it would make him being a ward all the more interesting. there's the potential for him to be stripped of his *skin* and his *voice*#and to keep him from the sea would be even more cruel #then there's the different ways you could give him magical properties. he could be enchantingly beautiful. his voice could be magical. he-#could bring good luck to ships. he could have a song that held a specific power of sorts.#there's just so many possibilities and I have many thoughts #also just imagine the starklings. at the very least robb and jon (who barely wants to be there but went for moral support) stealing theon-#and going on a 'roadtrip' to the bay of seals. theon's looks about ready to keel over. robb's panicking. jon's sulking.#the whole of the north is currently hunting them down. cause y'know. the heir to winterfell suddenly dissapeared into the night with the-#ward and the bastard. it would be chaos.#and asha reuniting with her brother in their seal forms. it'd be cute. cause they're chubby little blops and they'd boop each other.#and theon having to decide if he wants to stay with his found family or escaping back to pyke with his sister now that he has the chance.#someone write this. take the idea. just tag me so I can read it #theon greyjoy #asha greyjoy #yara greyjoy #house greyjoy #throbb #vaguely. the potential is right there #got #game of thrones #asoiaf #a song of ice and fire #selkies

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deiaiko · 3 months

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#19.3 Unravel

It had been some time since Agni felt this nervous. Not even talking with Jinsung Ha recently had made him feel like this. He fiddled with the mask on his hand as he waited for Grace to come back. He had thought hard on how to deliver the news, but he knew that no matter how he phrased it, Grace would be upset. Velt nuzzled under his palm and Agni gave her a few pats, before deciding that she would be better inside her bowl in his lighthouse, just in case the shinsu acted up around Grace after he received the news.

Grace came back wearing the comfiest shirt and shorts Agni knew Grace liked to wear on lazy days. He joined him on the floor, and they ate dinner together. Agni always finished last, so while waiting for him to finish his meal, Grace told him about his day with Bam. Grace was intrigued by how much his way of thinking had changed, and how glad he was to be able to be by Bam's side when he was having a bad day. It reminded Agni of the hidden floor, when Grace faced his sworn enemy.

They left the used bowls on the coffee table and went to brush their teeth. Afterwards, they turned off the light and went upstairs to sit on their bed. Grace's curious gaze never left him, and Agni curled his feet nervously.

Grace was the one who broke the silence. "So…what is it?"

Agni's breath hitched. This was the part he dreaded most. "I talked with the crocodile earlier. Did you know that he could manipulate stone already?"

"Huh." Grace needed a few seconds to let the information sink in. "Didn't Rak learn it on the Hell train? How does he know it?"

"Turns out our crocodile also traveled back to the past like us. He found the young crocodile and taught him."

"What?!" Grace gasped, wide eyed. "That means our Rak is–!!"

"He's dead." Agni quickly snuffed out that hope. They had been in delusion for long enough; it was time that they faced the bitter truth. "He suffered a fatal injury from the explosion. He couldn't have lasted long without proper help." Agni omitted the actual cause for Rak's death, but still kept his words true. "I'm sorry."

"…Oh." Grace looked lost, just like Agni was. His lips parted a little, but they closed before any sound escaped.

Agni gently squeezed Grace's hand, encouraging and comforting as he let the silence stretch on, giving Grace some time to process the information.

"Agni…" Grace whispered, "do you think Hatz and Isu…?"

Agni bit his lip and avoided his gaze, as the nightmare of that day replayed in his mind. He witnessed Hatz get his arms ripped off when trying to protect him. He could still recall the clang of a sword hitting the floor, and Hatz's suppressed scream that gnawed deep at his guilt. He witnessed Isu get beheaded after being taken hostage, the memory of warm blood painting them both still vivid like it happened yesterday.

Agni refused to acknowledge their possible deaths, because it felt like a nightmare that one day he could hopefully wake up from. He avoided the topic when Grace brought it up, so he wouldn't have to say it aloud and make it real. He had been so hard on himself, because he couldn't get rid of the feeling that he had failed Grace and everyone else involved.

Agni knew this had to change if he wanted to live better, now that they had gotten a second chance. So he swallowed down the lump in his throat that had built up over the years and asked mostly to himself; "What are the odds of their survival?"

"There's always a chance–"

"Grace." Agni looked him straight in the eye. "They were already severely injured before the explosion hit."

Grace fell silent and went still.

Agni felt a pang of guilt upon witnessing Grace's reaction. "Sorry. I didn't mean to snap." Agni fiddled with his hands. He realized that he didn't know how much Grace knew of what happened. "My scar…do you know how I got it?"

"I…was told it was from the family heads' battle." Grace looked thoughtful. Agni knew he was trying to be careful with his words. "A stray attack?"

"It could have been worse." The memory of the scorching heat on his skin felt like it had only happened yesterday. He passed out right when he was about to heal Isu, and only found out later that he also lost sweetfish at that time. The days he spent recovering from the burn, to withstand the excruciating pain every second he was conscious, and finally coming to terms that it'd be a permanent scar, was one of the turning points that had changed him forever. Were Grace not there to care for him, he might have ended up destroying himself even more.

Agni hadn't realized he had his left hand clawing on his cheek until Grace pried his hand off and frowned, "You're doing it again."

"Maybe I should wear the mask…" Agni muttered to himself. After all, Grace gave it to him less so he could hide the scar but more to prevent him from unconsciously hurting himself. The only time he could safely take it off was when Grace was around.

Agni bit his lip nervously when Grace didn't reply. He no longer had the courage to look Grace in the eye that spoke so much concern, so he leaned close and rested his head on Grace's chest. "Rak, Isu, Hatz and Hwaryun were trying to get me out of that damned place. But we were caught while escaping, and…it was a bloodbath. I was…too occupied to react to the incoming heat. Rak shielded us from the explosion. And when I woke up…"

"They weren’t with you," Grace finished it for him after Agni trailed off a moment too long.

Agni nodded dazedly, "I've been telling myself that they're still alive, after a blow that could kill rankers. But…who am I kidding? I was lucky enough to survive with just this little–" Agni vaguely pointed to himself– "inconvenience."

Agni felt a hand gripping his arm, and he pulled away to see Grace looking at him with a pained expression. His eyes were glossy and his lips were pulled into a thin line. Trusting his instinct, Agni reached out to gently trace and cup Grace's cheek with his free hand.

"I'm sorry," Agni muttered. "I'm sorry, for not telling you sooner."

Agni silently witnessed tears that streamed down on his love's face. It was a bitter sight that Agni wished he'd never have to see again, that he had tried to avoid for so long by not telling him. He pulled Grace in and held him close to his chest, as if Agni was trying to gather his own crumbled heart back together.

Grace mumbled their late best friends' names as he held onto him tighter, shaking from each breath he took between sniffles.

Agni felt his own eyes sting with unshed tears. He remembered the years he spent climbing the tower together with his old team. Despite their banter being his source of headaches, Agni knew he too had come to acknowledge them as his cherished friends. Only when they were gone did Agni realize how much he'd miss having them around. Seeing the younger them didn't exactly close the gaping hole in his heart, but at least the emptiness was more filled.

Agni squeezed Grace tighter. "We have their younger selves with us now. We will protect them better this time."

Grace only nodded and sank further into his embrace. And Agni planted kisses on his hair, relishing the thought that after everything he had gone through, Grace was still a constant in his life. As long as he had him, everything would be okay.

When Grace started shaking again, Agni caressed his hair and hummed a comfort song they had known by heart. Still, it didn't make falling asleep any easier for Agni, especially not after admitting that his nightmare was very much real. However, as he had been through grief…this, too, would pass.

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#Whee we get to know some of their past. Specifically their turning point #I hope it flows nicely because i have rewritten this like 3 times now 😭😭😭 dialogues are just not my specialty #like how to make them reveal such information without making them come out of the blue #writing style aside. let's talk about why Agni behaves this way #I will save the details on the what and how for the prologue. but basically Agni had been through hell that he couldn't escape alone #Rak Hatz and Isu saved him (or attempted to). and Agni owed them for saving his life. thus the strong attachment that Khun doesn't have #also let me mention that Agni had trouble differentiating between hallucination and reality after the incident. So he was kind of in denial #maybe Agni had come to a conclusion that they might be dead months after that. but he was too afraid to admit it to Grace #because he thought it was partly his fault for being incompetent. and Grace would hate him for letting their friends die #not wanting to risk being left by Grace. he just put himself (and inevitably Grace too) in the illusion of truth #that there's still a chance their friends are still alive because they have no proof of their deaths #so when Agni was offered to go back to the past. he agreed to it. Already expecting that Rak Hatz Isu aren't the same ones that he looks fo #but it was as good as he could get to redeem himself. Plus they get to meet everyone else who they couldn't save #Anyway. I'm taking hiatus until April. In return I will answer if you have any questions whether it is written in the tags or sent via ask #see ya folks <3 we'll get more brothers and team bonding when I return #tower of god #tog #two sides of the same coin fic #my fic #my art #bam #25th bam #jue viole grace #khun #khun aguero agnis #khunbam #shibisu #ship leesoo #rak wraithraiser #hatz

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grimalkinmessor · 4 months

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So tired of all the fics that have Harry enjoy reading but it turns him into a snobby cynical asshole. Like reading would turn him into a different person completely. Shut the hell up maybe I just want to see him gushing over the latest fantasy series he stole from the nearest library and going absolutely fangirl insane when he sees a dragon for the first time, all while simultaneously backing as far away from his textbooks as possible and charging headfirst into a fight with a basilisk without researching a damn thing about it. LET HIM CONTINUE TO BE AN IMPULSIVE DUMBASS PLEASE I JUST WANTED HIM TO HAVE SOME COMFORT IN THE CUPBOARD LIKE DAMN 😭

#harry potter #harry james potter #harrymort #literally crying #reading is a form of escapism and i think harry wouldve loved it as a child who was banned from speaking about magic at all #but reading The Hobbit and devouring textbooks are two totally different things #and yes he could go the route of hermione by diving into magic itself as a form of realized escapism #but also. no. its harry potter. the magical world very rapidly becomes just as much of a stressor as the muggle one to him #and i think that would very much affect his desire to read about magic #he moves on to scifi after his second year #dystopias ✨#let him continue to be a rash and bold and explosively cunning and avoidant of work plz #the kid has adhd and problems with authority the moment you tell him to do something hes not gonna #adding the harrymort tag as a rent lowering gunshot dont follow me for gen hp stuff your not gonna find it #as it is i barely post ship stuff #babes from the phantom and the potter not included yall are fine i love you

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crimsonlovebartylus · 25 days

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I, personally, feel that two ships could coexist in the same fandom using one of the characters for different partners if some of the fans weren't such entitled bitches and comment shit on post that have nothing to do with say ship.

in order to coexist in a fandom, you have to be respectful of others people HC's or ships. like you can't consistently shit on someone ship and expect for people to not talk shit about yours. it's all about being respectful - I don't believe writers/artists (or editing) enjoy consistently receiving underneath their work comments like: "oh this is so beautiful but i prefer (ship name)" or "this (ship name) doesn't make sense, but nice writing".

I've seen people comment on others blog post, shit like, "I don't agree with you, but nice try." there shouldn't be a need for such a condescending comment. If you don't agree, cool. Stay quiet, and mind your business. If you don't ship two characters, than cool, stay quiet.

and there should also be no need for someone to send anonymous hate to someone because they don't particularly like a ship or they use their blog to talk about about their dislike. If you don't agree with the person, just unfollow them.

Coexisting in a fandom is about being respectful and just enjoying the content without it becoming some fan war or a ploy to make someone feel like crap for not enjoying the same ship as you.

You could most definitely like a different ship and still be respectful to the people in the fandom. Like for an example, I absolutely love Bartylus and I am moots with many that prefer Jegulus & Rosekiller - but I take the time to enjoy my moots content and writing and see their POV of how say ship works for them. They respect my post about Bartylus and we coexist in a fandom.

It's that easy. <3

#i just did the weirdest rant #i recently started to think and realized like a month or so ago #i was being an entitled bitch about my ship #but also come to realized I could enjoy content even if I don't ship Jegulus #I have my own reasons why I don't ship them #but it doesnt mean i'm going to spend half my time shit talking them and just making people upset like in the end #we are here to escape and talk about silly characters #i call this self growth LMAOOO bc i was giving hater vibes a month ago 😂

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acaciapines · 3 months

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NEW UTDR NEWSLETTER

#chatter #deltarune #undertale #LOOK AT RALSEI LITERALLY. OBSESSED #apparently there’s a bunch of them but each person gets three #DO U THINK SUSIES IS TO RALSEI……..#ralsusie ship that means so much to me. I love them #and then who could forget. spamton v spamton #every day I think I have escaped the utdr obsession and NOPE #I’m a proud truck freak won’t ever stop

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shirogane-oushirou · 5 months

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Selfshipvember day 22: apple picking / love languages

ren loves quality time and physical touch, and i like acts of service, so like.... cuddling and snuggling and chitchatting with doc!ren while he bakes something Oh So Yummy for me? yes please???? 🥺💕💕💕

#THIS TOOK SO LONG DESPITE NOT DOING MUCH WITH IT IN THE END AAAAA #i got through the lines and the flat colors... and then i was hit with the urge to draw Furries... and then More Furries...#and then Ren (music) Torture... and now i'm working on More More Furries and i want to draw Actual Ren Anguish And Suffering....#so this piece almost never got posted at all skjdnfk love the adhd 'finish a thing immediately or else you'll never do it' trait ;;#i had to physically force myself to slap on some basic colors and call it a day so i could move on to gay furries lkdnfgkjndfkjn #🍄 [ lying on the blade of an emotion. ]#🐐 [ been up all night. ]#✨ [ oc lore. ]#📌 [ my posts. ]#selfship #self ship #selfshipping #self shipping #selfshipvember #kits selfshipvember #food -#🧃 [ who is in control. ]#🦦 [ can't escape it. ]#🐸 [ look ahead. ]#🦔 [ used to be easy. ]#🎨 [ 046 art. ]

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martianbugsbunny · 1 year

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I roll with DinPaz (also BobaDin and DinCobb btw), but AxePaz has really got me in a chokehold and I’m v angy because a lil warning light was going off in my head the entire episode when the camera was on Paz so much for no apparent reason, and yet I still glued together some logs and sailed away on my new AxePaz raft like a fool

#the logs are the chess match #the hand-to-hand combat #and the laying down cover fire so axe could escape #got me raising all sorts of eyebrows #anyway now I'm putting on my clown makeup #because lbr I deserve it #paz vizsla #axe woves #axepaz #axe x paz #paz x axe #the mandalorian #mandalorian season 3 #paxe #martianbugsbunny ships

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artiquar · 9 months

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Encore, tiefling bard (college of swords)

After escaping Mephistopheles' court, Encore renamed himself and began his life anew in Baldur's Gate. When he gets caught on the mind flayer ship and takes a trip through the Hells again, the devilish courts takes notice — and now he's being tracked by the father he thought he could leave behind.

#ive had his story in mind for a while and #it being so similar to karlachs makes me want to ship them even more #they have. so much to relate on #except encore was not so much a solider as he was a court bard #being trained to listen in on the other archdevil's courts #he uses those deception skills now as an adventurer and has goals to find his human mother + just escape his father's influence #but tbh if i could multiclass him hed be a bard/warlock #and he'd be backed into a corner where he had to accept his father's help + make a pact with him #anyway!#my ocs #encore #baldurs gate oc #baldur's gate 3 #bg3 #bg3 oc #bg3 tav

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the-badger-mole · 2 years

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I feel like Hakoda ship Zutara as much as Uncle Iroh tho. A guy who can provide for Katara, clearly cares for and respects her, and chose death by deep-frying from the inside out rather than let her get hurt? That ticks a lot of boxes on the son in law checklist honestly

Oh he ships it alright. Ain't no way in Koh's Lair he was talking about Aang here...

#atla #anti kataang #zutara #hakoda ships it too #i bet he offered to cause a distraction at katara's wedding to aang so she could escape #aang's never sacrificed anything for anyone but least of all katara

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hayaku14 · 2 years

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‘conan but there's no permanent antidote’ stans are so fucking scary like they really stared straight into god's eyes and said, "that's right we thrive in fucking PAIN."

#do not mess with these people #they see shinichi suffer through an identity crisis trying to accept that he cannot escape being conan anymore and they SMILE #they eat up 'conan killing shinichi' fanarts for breakfast #they see conan watch all his peers graduate from highschool and move on with their lives and theyre fucking GIDDY #you can stab these people in the chest with a shinichi funeral and theyd say 'now thats good fucking food'#my weakass COULD NEVER #i am gods WEAKEST soldier #i am built for angst and hurt and pain but ONLY IF IT HAS A HAPPY ENDING #(oh but wait KAT 'conan with no permanent antidote' is about finding happiness despite the tragedy of it all!)#(yes YES I KNOW THIS. A happy ending IS possible bUT)#(you are forgetting i am gods WEAKEST soldier. i am simply not built for this kind of bittersweet happy ending 🤧🤧🤧)#(but that bittersweet ending is beautiful in itself though ;-; i just cant go through the process of getting there 💀)#dc prattles #kaishin #kaico #dcmk #detective conan #i was mainly thinking about kaico when i first wrote this but then i realized this shit is applicable to all ships (romantic ot not) that #involved conan with no antidote SO #yes

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iwillfuckingdoitdarling · 9 months

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So I only learned recently that the RMS Carpathia was sunk by a German torpedo during WW1. Even more eerie is that she sank the exact same day that the Romanovs were murdered, July 17th, 1918. They’ve found her wreck off of the cost of Ireland, but no one has done a deep dive to investigate her since she was found in 2000. She’s only 500 feet under, so she’s easy to access…someone needs to start that mission!

#the Carpathia is one of those ships that should have been preserved and turned into a museum #by her sheer willpower to save the Titanic her engines were weakened #when time came for her to escape the Germans she was too crippled to go any faster #if nobody explores the wreck then she could be forgotten #I hope people take the time to look at her and give her the reverence she deserves #rms carpathia #cunard #Cunard line #oh also Cunard still exists and owns the Queen Mary 2 so the age of ocean liners isn’t really over in that regard #world war 1

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factorialsotherfandoms · 6 months

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(Happy end AU, Pac gets his ugly as fuck peach bathrooms because Fit and Mike care too much about his happiness to say no. This is like.. Not just the end of the series but like a post-credits bonus scene, and I'm missing so much of the middle, but after writing about them talking about the house last night how could I not? It heavily references the fic I wrote yesterday [here], but... tldr: there's a plan to build a new town in a new world with the island residents once they escape the island. This is probably like 3 years beyond canon, where they have escaped. Some day I might fill in the rest, but I am /horrible/ at long projects.)

There is a six bedroomed house on the south-east side of town. It is large, but unlike its neighbours it looks like a very normal house. Four walls, three floors, a roof, a basement, an attic, built of brightly coloured concrete. The front garden is paved over, the back garden left mostly untamed. There's a single football goal on the grass, and a bit further back an extensive vegetable garden the inhabitants only sometimes remember to tend - a contraption will harvest and replant, but nobody ever remembers to turn it on. Some trees, some flowers - all of the plots of land are large, here.

The bedrooms are upstairs, all six of them. On the ground floor is the kitchen, the dining room, the living room, each an explosion of the inhabitants colours, while the conservatory is simple in brick and glass. The hallways are painted not cream, but to look like danger tape instead.

Then there is a patio, a barbecue, an attic to store things and a basement with warp-plates to the adult's places of work and a little extra room for the mechanics to mess around.

Richas and Ramon chase each other across the grass. Dapper, over to spend the day with Ramon, reads under the shade of a hawthorn tree. Pac sits up on the roof, terracotta in hand as he tries to rebuild it into something prettier. Mike, meanwhile, works in the basement, adjusting their heating for the coming winter. They rebuilt Chume Labs at the outside of town, and with all the machinery it is always warm, but now, for the first time in so long, they have a home.

"Oi!" Comes the call from the street, and Pac would know that voice anywhere these days.

Recklessly, ridiculously, with full knowledge that even if he misses he'll just wake back up in his room, Pac runs to the edge of the roof and throws himself off, laughing all the way.

Fit catches him, swinging him around to burn the momentum, and keeps him in his arms. It's obvious that Fit showered and changed over by the portal network, but beneath the smell of communal bodywash the blood and dust and death remains apparent. It does not scare Pac. Both a lot of things and not much at all scare him these days.

"How was it?" Pac asks, looping his arms around Fit's neck.

"Let me sit down first," Fit laughs back. "But, there were plenty of idiots. Like always."

"Did you kill anyone?" Pac continues to question, hopping down from Fit's arms to open the door. "Can we come next time?"

"Yes, and if you arrange a babysitter."

Mike meets them at the hatch to the basement, wiping oily hands on his lab coat.

"Hear that?" Pac grins. "Fit says we can go kill people with him next time!"

Mike's returning smile is a little sharp, just as it always has been. "Richas has more than enough parents," he agrees. "And Bad or Philza or someone will take Ramon."

Fit laughs again, and it's such a good sound. Pac never wants it to wnd.

"Alright, alright," Fit waves them down. "I'll take you both next time. I don't see the appeal, though."

Before they can argue their point Ramon runs in to the room, trailing mud, and throws himself at Fit's leg. Fit pats his head, and hands him a gift from the Wasteland - mechanical components, looted from a corpse no doubt.

Ramon slams down a sign. Pac doesn't quite catch what it says, but he sees Fit scoop his son up with an "I missed you too, Ramon."

Pac hands out the coffee while Mike starts instructing Fit on the new heating controls.

"A story?" Fit asks - glancing over, that is exactly what Ramon's latest sign asks. "Someone did try to set up a government again. Someone else had already blown it up by the time I got there, but I lava-casted the ruins."

Pac and Mike both know there is more to it than that - they know his work, and how it goes. There will have been death and murder and strife, pain for all parties, but this way the children laugh about it. Mike leans against Pac, and Pac wraps an arm across his back as they listen to Fit describe some ruins he found, and the narrative he constructed about them. A campfire, a river, and an illegal End Portal, all wrapped into one.

"And then I came home," Fit ends his stories. "To my beautiful baby boy."

Ramon squirms his arms free of Fit's hug, earning laugh after laugh. Again, Pac does not see the question asked on the sign, but Fit softens at it. Looks to Ramon, to Richas and Dapper, to Mike and then to Pac.

"Yes, this is home," Fit says, a little wonder in his voice. "Do you like it, Ramon?"

Ramon nods vigorously.

"We haven't had a home before," Pac says, a little light. "But I like this one. I tried with Ilha Chume Labs, but…"

"But that fucking bear," of those resident in the house, Mike always speaks most easily of the holiday island turned prison. "I know. You tried."

"It's funny," Fit says. "The Wasteland was my home for so long that I forgot what loving it felt like. Leaving... Here I can love forever, there I can only love by its absence in my like."

"We've always had our labs. Those were home enough for then," Mike replies.

"I nearly died our first lab," Pac points out.

"You lived, didn't you?"

"You saw my attempt at a home," Fit cuts in. "Your lab on the island at least had bedrooms."

"Pac's island didn't."

Pac pulls his hands from Mike to hide his face, and the laughter all over it, "I tried, okay? I tried!"

"We know," Fit's voice is soothing, but amused. "We all did. And then, together, we did better."

They failed, but they tried, and what the three of them can build together will always be greater than one alone. Even with Fit's ugly preferences, and the colour scheme.

They built a six bedroomed house on the south-east side of town, with materials they carved themselves from the land, and painted with flowers from the garden. Fit built the walls, strong enough for any blast that the god and goddesses ensure will not touch them here, and sorted the plumbing when they realised he was the closest thing their community had to one. Mike wired all the redstone and the warp plates, and made Fit rebuild his initial, ugly design. Ramon and Richarlyson became lords of the gardens, mostly to keep them away from the building equipment, but also to give them a challenge to do.

Pac chose all the colours, because he wanted to, and has not wanted anything in a very long time; there is a green bedroom and a blue bedroom, one for each scientist, and a yellow bedroom for the son they share with so many other households. A bedroom decorated white for the owner of the local gym, and one with wood paneling for his inventor son. The spare bedroom is an ugly shade of red, but Pac chose it himself, and so the colour stays.

And then there are the bathrooms - one on each floor. A bath on the ground floor, a shower on the first, and a shower-over-bath on the second.

And the bathrooms, of course, are tiled peach.

#qsmp fanfic #qsmp tazercraft #qsmp fit #qsmp shipping #happy ending au #its supposed to be platonic #but just in case so people can avoid it #damn allonormative existence not liking adult housemates #if I can find a good furniture mod I'll make this trainwreck of a house in a private creative world someday #that is a threat and a promise #I like insiding houses even in vanilla but when I built my grandma's house I could only use three slabs of white concrete to make the bath #I just want the characters to be able to escape the horrors and have happy lives and this series is my wish fulfilment fantasy

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“IT’S OKAY HUMAN! YOU HAVE BEEN SO BUSY FACING NEW CHALLENGES AND OVERCOMING DIFFICULTIES. THERE WERE SO MANY OPPORTUNITIES TO GIVE UP OR NOT TRY BUT YOU PERSISTED AND STAYED DETERMINED. LOOK AT WHAT YOU HAVE ACCOMPLISHED! DON’T JUST BRUSH IT UNDER THE RUG, SILLY HUMAN. EVEN THE LITTLE THINGS WERE STEPS TOWARDS BIGGER THINGS AND YOU SOMETIMES EVEN MANAGED TO MAKE GRAND LEAPS FORWARD, IT LOOKED REALLY COOL WHEN YOU DID THAT, NYEH HEH HEH! SO PLEASE, REMEMBER TO ACKNOWLEDGE YOU ARE MAKING PROGRESS. YOU HAVE BEEN SO STRONG IN WAYS THAT MAY NOT SEEM OBVIOUS BUT CAN BE IN THE MOST IMPORTANT WAYS. CAN’T YOU SEE WHAT I SEE? SEE WHY I AM SO PROUD OF YOU?”

Sometimes I get really sad that my spark of creativity has left me again. I know it will come back and it may be in a different form or medium but still, I miss it. Haven’t been able to enjoy Undertale or the fandom like I used to, makes me feel like I’ve abandoned something I cherished so deeply. All of it still holds a special place in my heart, I just can’t access the same passion I used to have. Though, I can’t help but get a little emotional imagining what Papyrus would say if I apologized for being gone for so long and that it still might be a while until I return.

#vent #my art #papyrus #uuuggghhhh listening to undertale music while I write this is just getting me more emotional #dangit papyrus why you gotta help me see myself in a better light dangit #the other day i saw a post about how self shipping was a form of loving yourself and UGGGGH #that hit me right in the heart because… wow… man… i never looked it at that way and i guess yeah…#i want to see myself the way i imagine papyrus would #its like something doesnt allow that when its just me. my self doubt would creep in… drowning out the positive thoughts #then i just shift. i escape into fantasy and imagine a happiness i think is impossible #to be seen and loved and its funny how a shift in perspective can let you imagine that possiblity #the possibility that you are lovable. that you are wonderful. capable. strong. kind. so full of potential.#Others could possibly say this but it just hits home how very important it is that I see these qualities in myself.#That I learn to love myself and acknowledge all the good that there is on my own #anyways… for anyone still reading. Thank you for hearing me out #Remember you are deserving of love. Always. And I hope you can see all the wonderful things about yourself that there is to appreciate

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