#Shippy Nonsense

[kick-girl]

Jedi Revan x Darth Malak

I guess I'll never get tired of drawing them. If only I had more time to draw my nonsense more often. I was bad and I drew this one in class. and I'm the teacher.

#revalek #revan x malak #kotor #revan #f!revan #jedi revan #lady revan #darth malak #malak #kotor 1 #fan art #star wars #i just think they're neat #shippy nonsense #not canon #height difference #i love them #my otp

[autumnslance]

Year of the OTP - November 2023 - Missing Scars

(An unusual look at the "De-aging" prompt, perhaps, but Shadowbringers' resolution for the Scions sits with me. 980 words.)

The differences were so subtle, it was difficult to explain. Six years all told had passed, which was not many, but just enough.

In six years in the First, he had watched children and adolescents grow up—had watched Ryne grow up, most importantly. Yet now, looking out over the Toll, local children exactly as he remembered them played in the yards and through the streets of their small frontier town.

Animals too; six years could be quite some time for many a beloved pet or farm animal. In dangerous lands and uncertain areas, six years was an entire lifetime for many. Yet the same dogs and cats scampered through the Toll after their masters.

The external similarities, where he expected changes, were not the only ones, of course. He turned back to the hand mirror and inspected his eye once more.

After his misadventure in the Lifestream, and all that had followed in Coerthas, and then their participation in liberating Ala Mhigo, he just hadn’t taken the time to let it rest and heal. The best he had done, that he could do, for so long was to keep it covered and unused, or at least as little as possible. His depth perception had suffered, and even now he had to practice to get back to using both his eyes, instead of compensating for missing one.

His body’s enforced slumber, tended to by their excellent healing staff, had finally allowed the aetheric damage time to heal. He didn’t see so much as a wisp of aetheric underlay, there was no eye strain, no clouded vision. He had been concerned about that, returning from the First to his own body once again. But the damage was finally healed.

A few other aches and pains he thought he ought to have seemed to have vanished as well; he couldn’t be certain if it was due to the rest, or if their healer team had taken advantage of his soul’s absence to repair some old damages.

Not to mention missing scars; he knew when he had arrived in the First, his mental image of his Self had neglected a few minor ones, or those he did not see and think about often.

Aeryn had noticed. The first time they were together as lovers again, she had noted the differences in his scars; some missing, some new—to her anyroad, there in Norvrandt, and his misadventures over the years he had spent caring for Ryne while missing Aeryn.

He had not asked yet about the changes to his scars again now. The ones they had forgotten, the ones that were now missing—all the evidence of his time in that other realm. Scars were stories, and so he had always been proud of his. Evidence of times he had survived, his years of experiences.

Six years wiped away and lost forever.

He finished shaving, cleaning and packing away his kit, tossing the soapy water. “You look years younger, clean-shaven and with your hair cut” more than one person had told him, in more or less those words. He had, perhaps, let himself go a bit, after Dravania.

After the Antitower.

Aeryn had never minded the stubble and long hair, but Ryne had quietly bullied him into shaving and trimming up. And it had made him look more fitting to be her guardian in the First, rather than a rough wilderness scout.

He turned, and found Aeryn silently watching him now, arms crossed, leaning on the doorway as he stood on the small balcony. “The washroom not bright enough?” she asked.

He shrugged. “That, and I didn’t want to disturb you, sleepyhead.”

“As if I ever mind being woken by you,” she pouted.

“Oh, you mind. I simply know best how to distract you from your ire,” he teased.

She blushed, as he knew she would, tracing her finger down an old scar on his bare chest. “How are you feeling this morning?”

“Fit as a fiddle—though we shall see if Krile agrees, and allows me to train with Radovan yet.”

“Just don’t overdo it, old man,” she joked.

“Oh, don’t you start that again,” he grumbled as she giggled. He frowned, looking down and away in thought. “I do keep forgetting how old I am now. I have to think about it.”

Her fingertip hooked under his chin, turning his gaze back to her lovely gray eyes. “Old enough,” she said gently, pulling him in for a kiss.

He hummed thoughtfully as they broke, leaning his forehead on hers. “There is some time before I’m due to see our healers,” he noted. “Perhaps a private demonstration of just how young and healthy I feel right now is in order.”

“You’re incorrigible,” she murmured, blush tinging her ears now. She traced another scar, still reacquainting herself with his reset appearance.

“That isn’t a no,” he pointed out, slipping his hand under her shirt to touch her skin, fingertips finding a scar that she had earned in the First, that she got to keep, having been there in both body and soul, only five physical years between them now instead of six. It wasn’t much time at all really, and yet—

His thoughts came to a stop as she pulled away, clasping his hand to draw him after her. Her face was very red now, the ease with which her blush appeared ever endearing. “It wasn’t, and there is time,” she said.

Five of those years had been spent missing her. There had been an underlying fear of growing old—worse, growing old without her.

But only a handful of moons had passed in the Source, those years he spent in the First reset, only the memories good and bad remaining. And here she yet was, here they both were, finding what had changed and what remained the same for all those years that had passed in no time at all.

#final fantasy xiv #lyn writing #lyn edits #YOTP 2023 #Shadowbringers #Thancred Waters #Thancred x WoL #wolcred #shippy nonsense #Aeryn Striker

[fluff-writing]

Enamored with the thought of big spiky hellish Inarius taking care of Humy Lilith.

Little things.

He likes brushing her hair (likes the fact that she has hair now). He also likes braiding it and weaving flowers and whatever baubles he finds into it.

He also likes washing her hair, but Lilith doesn't always want him in the bath with her. Makes it a little hard to focus when she's naked and he's right there.

Being able to sew and having an eye for fashion, he starts making and/or mending outfits.

But also. Painting her nails.

She wouldn't let him do it as a demon, claws were for slashing, not for decorating. Not she lets him do as he likes. Usually it's just a bit of paint, but sometimes he'll do a little design or something.

At some point he makes her a pair of gauntlet-gloves that have claws built in.

#Lilith #Inarius #Inarius/Lilith #Diablo IV #Humy!Lilith #a doodle #shippy nonsense

[garnetcapricorn]

#tumblr polls #vibes #love #shippy nonsense

[laeorinel]

FFXIV Write 2022 - Free Day

Prompt: Fear

Small spoilers for the Disciple of the Land/Hand role quests from Shadowbringers. Aside from that, pure 100% shippy nonsense and fluff. ThancredxWol (because of course it is)

Samara couldn't help but smile as she watched the children look up at the fireworks in awe as the crowd around them started to swell. What was intended as a small celebration now felt like all of the Crystarium was joining in.

She spotted Ryne and the Twins running around the markets, for once having the chance to act their age and not shoulder burdens that would break adults twice their years.

Y'shtola and Urianger were mingling among the crowd and sharing in their joy, both of them for once not weighed down by esoteric theories or desires to unravel the mysteries of the universe.

Thancred, oddly enough, was nowhere to be seen. Though knowing him, he was probably lingering towards the rear of the crowds, watching but not partaking and never letting his guard down.

The Exarch stood near the Ocular as always, Lyna at his side. Both seemed at ease, talking among themselves as they stared at the celebrations. Given their mannerisms, Samara could not help but wonder if the Exarch and Lyna were crying.

This celebration had been a long time coming, and it had caused more than a few sleepless nights for herself and the artisans working in the Crystalline Mean, but to see their smiles made it all worth it. This celebration was as much for the adults of the Crystarium as it was for the children. It meant so much more than simply proving to the children that the dark was nothing to be feared and not everything connected to the light was bad. It was a celebration of a return to normalcy.

To think such a celebration was born out of a child's fear of the dark…

Then again, she knew what it was like to fear the dark. While all Xaela children were raised to not fear the night, for Mother Nhamma would always be watching, and She and your tribe would keep you safe, it was little solace to those without a tribe. How many nights had she endured alone on the Steppe after failing to pass her trial, jumping at every shadow or strange sound?

She still bore the scars from that failed right of passage, from that time before she even had a name. Still, what she had to endure as a child paled in comparison to those of the First. She could only hope that this world and its people could heal now that the danger had passed. That these children would actually have to chance to be children. To have childish fears of whatever could be lurking in the shadows and dreams of a future without fears of becoming nightmarish monsters.

It made the last few weeks spent by the forge and out foraging supplies worth it. While the other artisans had done most of the work, Samara had wanted to help pick up the slack, which had meant working on commissions while the others worked on the lanterns and other light fixtures. She had been so busy she had lost track of time; most nights, she would stumble back to her room at the Pendants and just collapse into bed, more often than not still in her work clothes, ash and soot getting everywhere.

A part of her wanted to enjoy this celebration and participate in the frivolous nature of it all, but the bigger part was so incredibly weary. She wanted nothing more than to return to her room and watch the celebration from her window while wrapped up in blankets and half asleep. Quickly making her excuses to Katliss, she disappeared amongst the crowd, weaving her way back to the Pendants.

As expected, they were largely empty; even the manager of the suites was not at his usual spot. As Samara shuffled along to her room, she paused as she noticed the pile of sheets outside the door and the door slightly ajar. She had not asked for her room to be cleaned; she usually did that herself. Sneaking up to the door, a hand instinctively went to the hammer at her belt. Her unease was replaced by surprise when she saw a very familiar white jacket thrown over one of the chairs.

"Thancred?" she said as she pushed the door open. The man in question winces slightly as he is caught in the act of placing down the last plate of food. He was so close to finishing up his little task.

"Ah, you are back sooner than I hoped…so much for the others running a diversion."

Samara's brain slows down, struggling to take in what she sees. On the table sits a small feast made up of her favourite foods or the closest equivalent to be found on the First. A freshly drawn bath sits in the corner, the room has been cleaned and tidied, and fresh linens have been put on her bed.

Thancred rubs his neck before speaking. "Given how busy you have been of late, I made an assumption. It seems I was right. When was the last time you actually took a break?" Her silence to the question gives him his answer.

"But…all of this? Why? How?" Samara just looks on dumbfounded, walking over to the table and taking in the veritable feast of sweet treats on display.

"Would that I could claim this was all my idea. Do you truly think the rest of us didn't notice your absence? Or that the Exarch and we were unaware of your dealings with the Artisans in the Mean? You've done more than enough. I think a quiet night all to yourself to indulge in some comfort is the least we can all offer you as a reward."

Samara picks up one of the small caramels from the table, a satisfied sigh leaving her before her eyes dart to Thancred. "Wait. You aren't staying?"

At that moment, Thancred wanted nothing more than to say yes, but now was not the time to be delving deeper into what their relationship was. He did not want to give her false hope or promises of a tomorrow when their safe return to the Source was not yet guaranteed. No, for now, he could only be a concerned friend.

He shakes his head, giving her his typical playful smile. "You need your rest; Twelve knows you've earned it a thousand times over." Thancred moves over to collect his coat, but he cannot stop himself from reaching up a hand to place on her shoulder. "Think of it as a friend looking after a friend. Since they sometimes forget to look after themselves."

He tries to ignore the slight drop he feels in her shoulders, but his hand lingers longer than it perhaps should, long enough to give her the chance to reach up and place her hand over his, giving his hand an affectionate squeeze before she lets him pull away.

"Thank you, Khania," Samara says, her eyes sparkling with unshed tears.

His heart feels full as he pulls on his coat. As he walks out the door, he turns back to Samara, that roguish smile still in place. "One day, you will have to tell me what that word means."

She nods and smiles as she watches him leave, closing the door behind him, forehead resting against the wood before speaking in a wistful tone. "One day…"

#ffxiv write 2022 #ffxivwrite2022 #ffxiv fanfiction #wolcred #thancred x wol #shippy nonsense #pure fluff

[kootiepatra]

#FFxivWrite2022 - Day 18: Extra Credit - "View"

This idea has haunted me ever since I realized I first shipped them. I do not have the drawing chops to draw it like I see it. Maybe I don't have the writing chops, either, but it seemed like an opportune day to give it a whirl.

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It was rare indeed to see denizens of mankind in Dravania—rarer still for them to make their way through Mourn and up towards the Churning Mists. Yet three such figures walked along that path this afternoon. The Warrior of Light took point, glancing around for threats, and mentally charting a route that would invite the least conflict with the locals. Yet despite her vigil, a light smile was on her face as she listened to the conversation behind her.

Alphinaud was doing what he did so well: talking. But where not so long ago Keimwyda would have been reminding herself to be patient with him—after all, he was still but a very young man—she was now quite impressed. He had taken much to heart through the trials of this past chapter of their lives, and his newfound humility worked miracles on his ease as a conversation partner. Aymeric seemed to be enjoying the chatter alongside him, at any rate.

It was still somewhat surreal to be making this trek together. Although the lord commander had more than once expressed a desire to join the Scions on the field—and even more often, expressed his guilt that they labored on his behalf while he stayed behind—this was the first proper foray on which he could join them. No matter how much he had tried in the past, something had always gotten in the way. Keimwyda could still remember the sparks in his eyes when Estinien had all but tied him to his chair to prevent him from joining their first fight with Nidhogg. A pang of fond sadness lodged in her heart as she thought of it.

Estinien, if you are still in there, hang on.

She let the two Elezen chat between themselves as she scouted. The end of the climb to the Churning Mists was near. It was a perfect place for an ambush, should there be one. She must focus. Besides, she enjoyed listening to them anyway.

She pushed ahead a few more paces, and peered through the rounded gate—the handiwork of moogle design, if she had to guess. She raised a hand to halt her companions.

“Is aught amiss?” Aymeric asked with concern.

“Just looking,” she replied, scanning the horizon. She stepped into the sunlight beyond, checking for any blind corners. Everything seemed safe enough. “I do believe we are clear,” she announced, smiling and waving them forward.

“My thanks,” Aymeric said, returning the smile.

“As I was saying…” Alphinaud said, picking up precisely where he left off. 

The lad was explaining at length to the lord commander what he should expect, striving to impress upon him the majesty of the ruins, as well as preparing him for the disposition Hrasevelgr was like to be in. Some of it was probably information Aymeric already knew, but he was nonetheless agreeably gracious in reply.

Keimwyda backed away from the gate and watched the two ascend. Alphinaud had traveled this route as many times as she, but this was Aymeric’s first journey here. She was curious how he would react to it.

He squinted his eyes a bit as he adjusted to the light of the outdoors—but then widened them as he drank in the view that stretched out before him. She wondered if he realized that his jaw had gone slack. Alphinaud certainly didn’t. He kept right on talking, but Keimwyda suspected that Aymeric had ceased to hear him.

And who could blame him? She herself had her breath stolen away the first time she beheld this place. The graceful, curving winged sculptures stood tall, looming larger than life, yet seemingly effortlessly floating on the airborne isles. The weight of history was palpable, as the testimonies of a millennium past rang out silently through these ruins—ruins which were in remarkable condition, all things considered, having been largely untouched for generations.

And of course, Hraesvelgr’s lair dominated the center of the landscape. Its pale blue walls gently curled upwards, as if petals of a flower just beginning to bloom, or perhaps icy flames frozen in time. Its height was dizzying. It seemed to scrape against the heavens themselves.

Aymeric kept staring, and walked silently towards the edge of the mountain, transfixed. Keimwyda moved up beside him and let herself enjoy the spectacle all over again. She loved being able to see familiar sights with fresh eyes. The scene was awash with the golden light of the late afternoon, making it seem all the richer.

She glanced over at Aymeric. He had not moved. This moment must be somewhat complex for him, she assumed. While he had been quick and willing to accept the truth of Ishgard’s dark history, it was one thing to believe it, and another thing altogether to see it spelled out in stone like this. As if that weren’t enough, this was the home of a living eyewitness of the events, someone who still ached with the pain of betrayal.

It was beautiful, though. 

Keimwyda felt that was what she saw in Aymeric’s face the most. She appreciated that he was taking his time. His blue eyes shone with a wonder she had not seen on him before. She smiled. It was endearing. She almost wanted to reach over and take his hand.

But of course, that would be far too familiar of her. She dismissed the urge with nary a second thought, but continued to observe his wonderment. She was glad he had been able to come. He was a good man, and he was pouring himself out selflessly on behalf of his people every day. It felt right that he should at least be treated to a beautiful view now and then.

Her own view was not so bad, either, she supposed.

Before she had time to process that she had really just thought that to herself, she was startled as his eyes turned to meet hers, each person sharing the sideways glance. Twelve preserve. She felt flustered for reasons she did not understand and flung her gaze back to the landscape. Her emotions tumbled over themselves in confusion and she thought of nothing but regaining her calm—that, and hoping she had not taken on a blush like it felt like she might have. 

Somewhere, in the background, Alphinaud was finishing his sentence, and finally cottoning on to the fact that his traveling companions’ attention was elsewise engaged.

“Ah, yes,” he said, joining them at the precipice. “Welcome to the Churning Mists, Ser Aymeric. A remarkable sight, is it not?”

“A most beautiful view indeed,” he replied. Keimwyda only saw him in her peripheral—she was still attempting to avoid eye contact—but she could have sworn that although he was answering Alphinaud, he was still looking at her.

Don’t be ridiculous, she thought to herself. Perhaps it was the altitude getting to her. 

She let her gaze linger on the unparalleled vista for another calming moment. “It still does not cease to amaze me,” she answered at last, turning back to the others. “Well, then. Shall we proceed?”

“I am ready if you are,” Aymeric replied. “Pray lead on.”

#FFxivWrite2022 #FFxivWrite #ffxiv #wolmeric #SHIPPY NONSENSE #this poor girl has no idea she's actually crushing #He is WELL AWARE that he is crushing on her though #he cute #sweet summer child Alphinaud picks up on none of this #aymeric de borel #aymeric x wol #fluff

[veinsfullofstars]

“Quit laughin’, ya bastard, I’m dyin’ over here! Get me some starsdamn milk, for cryin’ out loud!”

(ID: Kirby series fanart comic of Dark Meta Knight and Daroach, in which lunch is interrupted by a disagreement on spicy food and some improper use of the Sharing mechanic. Transcript below the cut. END ID.)

Based on a personal headcanon that DMK enjoys spicy food and Daroach vehemently does not.

UPDATE: I foRGOT HIS EYE SCAR?? HeLLO??? (fixed it now but starsdamn it this is why I shouldn't post stuff the second I finish heck dang it all veins get some sleep would you)

Started 04/06/24, finished 04/09/24.

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Transcript:

Panel 1

*DMK and DR sitting side-by-side enjoying some lunch together - a sandwich for the thief, a plate of spicy curry for the knight. DMK (his mask pushed up to the side of his head, bits of curry stuck to his face) idly eats his meal with a fork as DR picks up and scrutinizes a small bottle of hot sauce the knight had set aside, a brow raised in disappointment.*

DR: “Ultra spicy,” huh? Blech. How can you stand this stuff, Dark? Like, can you even taste anythin’ anymore? (Besides pain?)

Panel 2

DMK: Aw, c’mon, it’s not that bad. Here, want a bite~?

*setting his fork upright in the curry, DMK pushes his plate aside and turns towards DR with the most mischievous expression, reaching up to grab the collar of his cape. DR turns his head sharply, dropping the bottle and the sandwich, as the knight starts tugging him towards him.*

DR: What’re you-? Hey! No! No! Don’t you friggin’ dare, Dark, I swear to Nova-

Panel 3

*DMK stands up and yanks DR down towards his face, a hand clasped on the back of the thief’s head to hold him there. DR flinches (VFX: two large exclamation points), knocked off his feet and holding his paws out in surprise. A wisp of steam rises from between them, curling into a little pink heart at the top. Text reading “*Face-to-Face SFX*” hovers behind DMK.*

Panel 4

*DR jerks away from DMK, red-faced and doubled over in pain, his eyes squeezed shut and his tongue hanging out with a fresh red burn on the end, steam emitting from his face in puffs. He frantically fans at his mouth with one paw while shoving DMK away with the other.*

DR: (breaking the dialogue bubble in places) AAGH!! Ow! Star-burnin’ son-of-the-void what is wrong with you piece a’- aaaughh dammit stars dammit ow ow ow ow!!

*DMK cackles, leaning away with one arm held up against the rat’s pushing paw, one eye shut and mouth stretched open in a wide smile, a single incisor prominent within and a touch of blush at the corner. Text reading “HA HA HA HA HA HA HA” hovers behind him surrounded by laugh lines.*

#veins art #veins ships #veins fanart #fanart #kirby series #kirby #dark meta knight #daroach #dark meta knight x daroach #darkroach #rarepair #kissing #comic #headcanon #they're just Like This your honor #don't worry - he definitely got Dark back for this later #probably with something disgustingly sweet considering he's not big on sugar (another personal headcanon) #just *tackles* him with a container full of those ultra-processed frosting sugar cookies and ruins his whole day #man why are food shenanigans so fun to write? #(also dammit veins we're supposed to be working on other stuff right now - not more shippy nonsense) #(I can't help it - just look a them!! my idiots <3 ) #food tw #veinsfullofstars

[shepscapades]

@0xeyedaisy ‘s comic about Scar being exposed to the Watchers due to being soulbound with Grian reminded me of some old HC Season 8 headcanons I developed after Mumbo’s whole “stealing Grian’s soul” stunt… anyway I became briefly possessed and this was in my hands when I woke up

#mumbo #mumbojumbo #grian #hermitcraft #hc season 8 #watchers #mumbo jumbo #grian fanart #mumbo fanart #I won’t tag it grumbo since it’s not really shippy but man do I love me some grumbo angst #also torturing innocent men with Sudden Watcher Exposure #idk if mumbo’s necessarily a watcher in the hc but I do want to use a tag for mumbo related watcher nonsense so… #watcher!mumbo #art escapades

[driftward]

Shipping in Final Fantasy the Fourteenth is dangerous business. Especially since glamour is the real endgame.

#final fantasy xiv #zoissette vauban #aeryn striker #gage acquisitions #biot edits #biot comic #does this count as a comic? whatever #shippy nonsense (sort of)

[tatzlyip]

playing possum. this was supposed to be a quick shitpost btw.

[ID: Art of Lawrence and Adam from Saw, based on the scene where Adam pretends to be dead. The piece has a film grain over it and slight chromatic distortion, as if viewed through a camera. Lawrence is a yellow bunny looking at the viewer. Adam, an opossum, is in the Family Guy death pose. End ID.]

#saw #saw 2004 #saw2004 #furry #furry saw #furry au #h hi #lawrence gordon #adam faulkner stanheight #Id feel guilty tagging it with the ship because theres nothing really shippy here im just fucking around but note i had gayness in mind #acfidentally made a jigsaw pov #this pov is completely nonsensical btw i only made it for the bit #he's so done with adam's shit #i didnt intend for this to be a fully finished piece so i kinda pushed to finish this but it looks fine methinks #planning on working out the raffle stuff soon #ID by vernalloy!!! #thank you

[autumnslance]

Year of the OTP - March 2023 - Fairy Tale AU

A young thief becomes embroiled in the tale of a pair of cursed lovers; by day, the lady is a hawk, but by night, the man is a wolf. Forever together, eternally apart, cursed so after crossing the evil bishop. Aided by the thief and their old friend--a penitent, drunken monk--the couple must somehow face their foe as humans together on "a day without a night and a night without a day" to break the terrible spell.

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...So Ladyhawke is one of those cheesy 80s fantasy films (complete with rock score instead of orchestral, that was a thing in that decade), but the story is very fairy tale-esque and I thought it'd be a fun set to do. Thanks to @driftward for help with some photoshopping, like the Ifrit eclipse and fixing our stubborn Ascian standing in for the bishop.

Year of the OTP prompt list here. I'm not great at writing AUs, so it's more about the images for this one.

#Final Fantasy XIV #Lyn Edits #Fairy Tale AU #Ladyhawke #Urianger Augurelt #Emet-Selch #Thancred Waters #Aeryn Striker #Thancred x WoL #wolcred #shippy nonsense #YOTP 2023 #Ryne Waters

[note-boom]

Really thinking that the Shin Soukoku reunion is one of the funniest yet simultaneously heartwarming scenes we have gotten thus far. Because YES! Absolutely give me that way Atsushi takes one look at vampire Akutagawa and has absolutely zero sympathy like, "Hey. Idiot. Snap out of it and give me answers! You think being infected by vampirism can excuse you from explaining yourself think again, stupid!"

Atsushi really channeled the "if me being a mindless tiger didn't excuse me from my crimes, being a vampire doesn't excuse you from shouting our usual philosophical and existential crises while we battle our hearts out" energy.

#love that atsushi IS visibly worried but at the same time still kind of selfish about it #sorry to being slightly non shippy rambles to your dash in favour of comedy but it is what it is to me :P #hes like come on man if we dont yell at the top of our lungs a genuine discourse on nihilism and the meaning of life... #...whats the point to this fight?? #you go atsushi! #bsd #bungo stray dogs #bungou stray dogs #bsd musings #humor #bsd atsushi #bsd akutagawa #bsd spoilers #bsd manga spoilers #manga spoilers #spitting nonsense #character analysis #sort of #man there are SO MANY OTHER POSTS I WANNA REBLOG GUYS #but i think i can only muster the time for two or three more aksjdjejdjsn

[lenievi]

Not a question, but relating to your McCoy knew of Kirk or met him repeatedly when he was a cadet idea - you know what this means Leni. You gotta write a 5+1 Kirk meets McCoy in cadet era 8D

I actually didn't mean they would meet so often when Kirk was a cadet :D (My characters' timelines wouldn't allow it, and I'm inflexible :D) But like...

After McCoy's inoculation thingy on Dramia, he decided to sing up for Starfleet 100%. They told him he needed to take some classes/whatever at the Academy. He went. Took some of them, met 19yo serious!Kirk.

Two years later, they'd meet on some ship where cadet Kirk was doing his assignment, and McCoy was doing an internship (and developed a surgical procedure, a cerebral-cortex/brain-tissue graft)

Before Kirk was assigned to the Farragut, they met on some Starbase (this would be 2255, i.e. 11 years before The Corbomite Maneuver)

The Federation-Klingon war started. The Farragut participated and Kirk saved McCoy's life on some Starbase (a planet) that was being attacked and the Farragut came to help.

After the Farragut tragedy (2257), Kirk went back to the Academy and became an instructor. McCoy visited the Academy for whatever reason, and they crossed paths again. At this point, they were like this is ridiculous. Do you know how big space is?

After Kirk did his needed instructor thingy, he could work toward his goal to become FO. McCoy decided to stay on Starbase 1 (where Carol worked), so whenever he visited Carol, he also met with McCoy, and their friendship grew.

In 2260, McCoy got reassigned to the Farragut, and in 2261 Kirk became the captain of the Farragut at the age of 28.

OK, this now became my default headcanon LMAO

#tos nonsense #in any case you don't want me to write cadet Kirk and McCoy because I would make it shippy and I would decide to have 11 years between them #even though I normally subscribe to six #jim kirk #leonard mccoy #mckirk #(for archiving purposes) #headcanon times

[ohbeffinitely]

i'm not SAYING i'm trying to go 4/4 with Diablo Twitter Senpai, but it's worth a shot 🤔

#diablo 4 #diablo iv #lorath nahr #lorath #book of lorath #SO ANYWAY I'M A SIMP #and everything else is shippy nonsense that i will start @ing at diablo when i'm in my end stage spiral #aka when they STILL DON'T GIVE SORCS THEIR GLOWING EYEBALLS BACK #ITS ALL I WANT DIABLO #WHY IS IT SO HARD

[smol-bean-of-the-smols]

definitely the type to take those things i say when im Feeling Things seriously

#felt like making a stupid lil comic #art that i dont take seriously #my art #bean's selfshipping nonsense #<- not really shippy #bsd kajii #motojirou kajii #self insert

[helen-birb]

Date Night

#birb art #bugbo #bugbo series #bugbo fanart #bugbo thomas flyswatter #did this for someone on the bugbo discord #couldn't help but put a bit of shippy nonsense in there #the fit is giving “date”