#is this a rairpair? it feels like a rarepair

[aimzicr]

Okay but Lae'zel and Gale.

Gale 'I like your musk' and Lae'zel 'I want to taste you'. Gale 'I read that the adrenaline from fighting makes you horny' and Lae'zel 'the battle rage is in my blood - and yes'.

Gale taking notes during the ceremorphosis lesson while everyone else is flinching. Lae'zel kicking Elminster out of camp and then pulling Gale up by his collar snarling for him to pull himself together and acknowledge his own power and strength, or so help her she'll throw him into the dirt.

Gale being smart enough to see the zaith'isk for what it is and talking Lae'zel through (or out of) the procedure. Lae'zel and Tara bonding over killing animals and bringing them to Gale to cook (Tara's not even going to be mad that Gale would prioritise a boar over a pigeon).

Gale apologising for being monogamous after all he's been through, and Lae'zel being 'no-one else can have what is mine, I will not share or be shared with anyone but you'. Battle buffs and fireballs.

Shining silver armour and soft purple velvet. 'Me and the baddest bitch I pulled by being autistic'. Big Buff Warrior GF and her nerd BF.

Is this anything.

#we're spinning the romance option wheels today #and i think I've found a winner #gale'zel #gale #lae'zel #shipping #bg3 #baldur's gate 3 #is this a rairpair? it feels like a rarepair #anyway #this uh this took off #ALSO please take the 'baddest bitch I pulled' quote referring to BOTH of them they are BOTH the baddest bitch AND the one being pulled tyty

[24-guy]

Writing the fluff fic chapter and making Steph ambiguously LGBT is real fun. :)

#j is talking again #YES I HAVE A FAVOURITE FRIENDSHIP #i feel like theyre the rairpair of friendships #i cant remember if that has a name or not but richie and steph are my favourite platonic rarepair

[hppjmxrgosg]

to all the fanfic writers who write about small, niche tropes and random crossovers that have less than a thousand works total and rarepairs and one specific vein content so that despite the master pieces you write you only get a couple hundred hits: you are doing god's work. i am kissing you on the head. you are my lifeblood.

edit since its getting lost in the tags: the thousand works comment is not to minimize the people who write for subgenres with maybe 10 works or rairpairs with like 3 works, but to include people who, while garnering more attention than the former, may still feel disheartened for receiving less attention on their work than people who write for megafandoms or very common tropes. 1000 is more than ten, but 1000 is closer to 10 than 200,000.

#i love you infinitely #fanfic #ao3 #rare niche fanfic about the strangest crossover that fuels my heart #edit: this isnt meant to minimize people who only get maybe 8 hits or amhave 10 works in their content realm #but to include people who write things that might be bigger than some fandoms and pairs #but are still miniscule in comparison to mega fandoms

[lagsemantics]

Hi! Would you like to talk about your Soundwave Misfire rairpair? It's actually pretty cute ngl. How did they meet?

bahah thank you for asking!!

i've laready pestered @robot-rarepairs-dotcom about this in this specific ask but, yeah, why not yell it out loud and proud for the people in the back? and come to think of it maybe i should make a comic out of it sometime someday??? or a fanfic? no, i shant...

so. from the top. the war is still raging on all fronts. there is the fighting with blasters, guns, cannons ad whatnot, sure. but. its said that wars are won off the battlefield. and soundwave, as the chief intel officer is here to secure the rightful victory of the decepticons.

but its not an easy job by any means. there is infinite amount of information to be sourced and only so many tasks sw can attend to at a given moment. so knowing the right cybertronians and having mechs in the right places was all but crucial. and the neutral underground is one such place. but here comes an obstacle. neutrals dont take kindly to 'cons. it'd be a long and tedious process to plant a new network in there. it'd be so much easier if soundwave could find anyone who is already a regular in those spaces. and time is of the essence. there must be something, someone...

...and here comes the idea to employ the scavengers as contacts.

soundwave is naturally skeptical of the idea. the scavs? the bottom of the bottom of the barrel? undisciplined, lousy and, most probably, disloyal? but that just further proves the point. no one would put them under scrutiny. no one would pay them any mind, no one would care. they could slip in anywhere, anytime, get what soundwave needs and then disappear with no trace, since no one even payed them more than a passing glance and a dismissive scoff.

their questionable allegiance is another thing. the one thing soundwave is certain theyre loyal to is survival. he can grant them that. the decepticon high command has a lot of shanix to spare.

and its not like they need to get any major missions, either. soundwave could run a test trial to figure out whether this solution was at all worth investing into.

besides, the scavenegers (as most of the low-ranks) were expendable assets, after all.

and so the chief intelligence officer yields. soon after they send an anonymous signal to the w.a.p., requesting to meet their representative in some shithole bar on a neutral planet.

misfire lost the straw pull and was chosen to be the representative. which in practice meant he was the one speaking with the mysterious figure while the rest of the gang was to sit around (mostly) quietly and listen. and enage if the things went south. because, where one goes, the others do as well.

only when the mission renders sucessful, soundwave reveals himself - to shock and awe of the scavs. but, nevertheless, a long term symbiotic relationship formed. scavengers did what they were instructed to, to mixed results, but they did nontheless. soundwave paid accordingly. all was well.

but there is more to it than meets the eye.

soundwave, though he would never admit it, would grow fond of the scavengers - the lowkey, chill and maybe even fun life they had. a far cry from what he was forced to put up with in the high command. no more power struggle, no more persisting rumors of war. for a moment, aboard of the w.a.p. he could no longer be the head of the decepticon intel office. he could... just exist. not sure how he feels about it, yet. he needs more time to figure it out.

at the center of this is misfire, naturally. the one who talked to him first and the one who was sort of ushered into the role of the one to build a figurative scavengers-soundwave relationship bridge. naturally at first misfire and the others didnt take too kindly to soundwave. as a team they had rather complicated views on the high command as a whole. and soundwave was the very idea of the high command. as skeptical as the scavenger would be, the relationship was beneficial. soundwave became a token of survival for them. but soon enough though, that was to change.

i mean, misfire isnt stupid. he's introspective. he likes people. he likes knowing people. even soundwave was not beyond his curiosity. and, accidentaly or not, he got to know soundwave. the little things about him, that naturally started to seep out of his hardened shell now that he could, primus forbid, finally relax. soundwaves concealed passion for music, his innermost philosophical reflections, the way he cares about his casettes. the mask faltered.

soundwave is being taught how to be his own mech - who he is and who he has potential to be off the battlefield. he's been taught about the importance of trust as a part of loyalty and to overcome the egoism and dispassionateness which emerged as a part of desensitization that came about from everything he has experienced. misfire has been taught of bravery, the many ways to be strong and how important it is to fight for what he believes is right - to live for something beyond just the sake of living.

soundwave has also been converted into a gamer. he's become frighteningly skilled at whatever the cybertronian equivalent of mario kart is. but he lets misfire win :]

oh, and since then soundwave has brought along his casettes to one of his w.a.p. visitations. misfire is slowly but surely advancing to become "the cooler dad". soundwave is not sure how to feel about this.

#i am sane and normal #soundfire #missound #miswave #someone plz ping me when we come up with their ship name #.txt #transformers #maccadam #maccadams #transformers shipping #soundwave #misfire #the scavengers #tf idw

[hatchetfield-rarepair-week]

Welcome to Hatchetfield Rarepair Week- a monthly event!

Starting March 1st, I (@sky-neverending) will be hosting a monthly 7 day event for all things Hatchetfield rarepair. This means ANY rairpair, provided it is legal (no large age gaps between adults and minors!)

The rules are as follows (will be updated as time goes on):

Every day for the week there will be two prompts, a general one and a song prompt. You can then pick any rairpair (doesn't have to be the same rairpair all week) and write for them! You can use one prompt, both in one work, or make two separate pieces!

This event is open to both writers and artists

There is no word limit

NSFW is allowed, but please be 18+ if writing it.

Feel free to put any questions you have in my ask box! I'll answer them ASAP.

First event: March 1st through March 7th

Prompts coming soon! (submit suggestions in ask box if you like :3)

(pfp by @fleshbook)

#hatchetfield #hatchetverse #hatchtefield rarepairs #starkid npmd #black friday #tgwdlm #nightmare time #starkid #hatchetblr #hatchetfield shipping #hatchetfield events #hatchetfield art #hatchetfield fanfic #reblog for more reach!! #tell ur friends #all that jazz ya know

[be-the-glenn-to-my-maggie]

There's something about rarepairs that I just find interesting. They remind me of when you tell the Baskin Robins employee to surprise you with whatever flavors. It can either turn out kind of weird or fucking delicious and you never know until you read it.

Poly pairings are much the same way in my mind. If the build-up is written properly you can wind up with a tasty bowl of experimental ice cream (speaking of which are you a bowl or cone person? I'm definitely a bowl person and my entire friend group scoffs whenever we go out to an ice cream place because apparently ice cream is nothing without the cone).

What's your take and which rairpairs/polys do you think would be interesting in the world of Avatar?

HAHA I love the metaphor.

To be honest, I am not normally a rarepair or poly ship person. I only have like, one ot3 I'm like, SUPER ride or die for. I am happy to give you guys a list of my main otps that I read for if you're interested haha, I have collections for most of them. I typically get into a ship bc I find them healthy and perfect for each other, so off of that I don't branch off. I tend to be a purist; that ship or nothing. The Spider rarepairs and multi-shipping has been really fun! I was really into locorro, now I'm very invested in nocorro but there isn't much content for them sadly. I think I'm able to be flexible because there hasn't been much canon content for me to get attached to, I'm really curious to see if I'll like, get really attached to Spiri once it happens.

So yeah, like I said I'm VERY invested in nocorro right now (we have yet to put them in a modern au 👀). I have some more headcanons in the works for them, but we are all locorro ride or dies on this blog. Also I have some Ao'nung and Rotxo thoughts and feelings. ALSO I like Kiri x Rotxo x Spider, something about ships created so no one is left out just warms my heart. It makes me all fuzzy the way little fandom gays are all "WELL WE CAN'T LEAVE THAT ONE OUT, WHAT IF THEY ALL FUCK INSTEAD???"

Oh and also the classic Jake x Neytiri x Tsu'tey, but that one has Layers.

#miles spider socorro #spider socorro #lo'ak sully #locorro #neteyam sully #nocorro #kiri sully #spiri #ao'nung #rotxo #jake sully #neytiri sully #tsu'tey #avatar #avatar the way of water #james cameron avatar #melissa's asks #melissa on avatar (cameron) #we are mindmelding get in

[bluedishsoap]

My personal creepypasta mansion headcanon has always been that there's a whole lot of weird familial dynamics between everyone which leads to very confusing relationships sometimes. Like, sometimes family units form- I really like Slenderman having Sally and Lazari and other child pastas as his adopted children. But I also like to imagine he's just like... Somewhat fatherly to almost everyone, so there's a lot of random pastas that also sort of see him as a father figure even if the relationship is more tenuous and/or one-sided.

And also sometimes the relationships are less formalized and don't always follow logic. For example I headcanon that Toby refers to both Masky and Hoodie as his brothers and they both reciprocate that with Toby BUT they don't consider each other brothers and instead have their own unique dynamic separate from the one they have with Toby which everyone respects (including Toby himself). Also there's a lot of pastas that have complicated romantic/queerplatonic relationships or A Thing™ but if I start talking about my crazy creepypasta rarepair polycule you'll want to kill me.

Yes! Basically the creepypasta mansion is the place of relationship anarchy.

YEAHHH. i fucking love when found family headcanons explore how non-traditional and complex/multifaceted dynamics between characters can be.. relationship anarchy is awesome!!!!!

i love your take on slenderdad. despite only purposefully Fathering two kids he ends up accidentally being a father figure for many.. i imagine this is not only because of his disposition but also because of some pastas' backgrounds and needs, like i can easily see characters who didn't have a steady parental figure growing up feeling like slender is filling that role for them. even if it is a little one sided.

toby referring to masky + hoodie as his brothers fits soo well, i don't think i've ever heard that headcanon before but i love it. and i totally get how masky and hoodie are toby's brothers but they aren't Each Others' brothers also i actually need to hear about your crazy creepypasta rairpair polycule!!!!!! idt tumblr lets you send pics through anon but if u use some sorta image hosting site like postimages and just put spaces so it doesnt register as a link u can send me one of those relationship charts where different colored arrows represent different dynamics. Or you can just freeform ramble in my inbox.

#ask #sudz and dudz #creepypasta

[criticalcoruscant]

Dear Critter

So this is my first time participating in something like this, and I'm a little nervous - but here goes. I hope you feel like you have the freedom to do as you do, cause I'm open to A Lot.

Basically, my shipping tastes are: It's a buffet and I'm feasting. Shipping for me is: here's some characters, how do they fit? I love a good rarepair, I love a good "was almost canon but not quite", love a canon relationship. Heck, I'll fixate on characters that haven't even met yet cause I think their dynamic would be great.

Pairings and Fic Tropes Under the Cut:

Okay so Pairings, like I said, I tend to be a rairpair gal so if inspiration strikes for any of these - awesome! I'll also toss in my fav more popular ships as well and as an important note: these do not have to be romantic stories either, I just love them being soft around each other.

Grog + Keyleth | Fjord + Essek | Fjord + Essek + Jester + Caleb | Fjord + Darrow | Jester + Astrid | Fjord + Jester + Astrid + Eadwulf | Dorian + Dariax | Matthew Mason + Clayton Sharpe | Fjord + Jester | Yasha + Jester | Caleb + Essek | Vax + Keyleth | Percy + Vex | Pike + Vax |

That being said, my usual tastes in fic are:

-modern aus

-canon compliant, missing scenes, slice of life

-[this movie's universe] aus {ex: Pacific Rim, Old Guard}

-soulmate aus

-colleague aus

-roommate/neighbor aus

-roadtrip

- "oh no we're stuck in this survival situation and must work together to survive!"

-marriage of convience

-just the sappiest hallmark christmas movie romcom situation

Anyways I hope this is helpful, and trust me - I will love anything you do!

~ Risa

[lunariday]

I don't mind writing rarepairs, but sometimes it fucking sucks. It sucks when you want to show off the ship but it gets swallowed up by other ships, or this idea you have gets turned into a different ship because "it fits better".

It sucks, so please, please if you like a rairpair and you see an author or an artist, I beg you to be super supportive because we are making our own food, and sometimes we might feel like it's all for naught.

#rarepair #shipping rarepairs #rant? rant.

[hopeshoodie]

Rarepair Sunday- Hopeisol

I meant to post this yesterday but petered out towards the end (how on brand is that). But here’s a fluffy little fic about Hope and Marisol going on a double date with this week’s rairpair- Bobby and Noah.

Words: ~2500

Warnings: None, maybe slight angst and mention of doing the nasty but not at all descriptions of it 

When she walked into the kitchen, rummaging through her purse on the counter, Noah couldn’t help but raise his eyebrows. He exhaled out his teeth, whistling slightly. Hope looked up, a cheeky grin spreading across her face as she stepped back, forgetting the quest to find her keys.

She gestured down at herself, posing with her hips and flipping newly installed box braids over her shoulder, “How do I look?”

“Stunning.” He said without thinking. And it was true. The closest he’d seen to her going this all out was at the villa prom, but even that was a shadow of the visage standing in front of him now. The new hair style that she’d spent the better part of the day in the salon getting struck a balance between startlingly different but radiant, her expertly applied makeup sharpened her jaw and eyes flawlessly, the rich jewel tones of her body con dress made her skin glow in the low light of the apartment. But more than the look, there was a lightness in her eyes and smile. The tension that normally stiffened her shoulders had vanished, and she appeared more relaxed than he’d ever seen her. 

She threw her head back with a laugh at his comment, “do you think so?”. She moved in between several poses, turning to fully show off the look and gracefully moving her arms. He couldn’t help but smile, watching her playfully lean and posture. Before he said anything else, her focus snapped to Noah, sprawled out on the couch. She walked over slowly, lips pursed in silent thought.

Hope hesitated before quietly, tentatively offering “And you look…”

Sensing her judgement he sat up, brushing the wrinkles of his dress pants away and straightening his tie. He offered her a beleaguered smile, “It’s not that bad, is it?”

“It’s fine, you look great.” She bent slightly and loosened the knot of her tie, pulling it into the proper shape then tightening it again. “I just… Do you own more than one suit?”

“What do you mean?! This is a new shirt, and tie! I picked it out specifically for this-”

“There’s no way that’s new.”

“It is!”

“If it’s new, then you have at least two of the exact same. Noah, how many navy button downs do you own?”

He blushed, looking down at himself. She offered him a reassuring pat on the shoulder before turning back to her purse. As she walked away, she quipped over her shoulder, “at least you’re not wearing a vest.”

“I look good in a vest!” He called back.

“Who looks good in a vest?” Marisol walked out of the bedroom, holding the keys that Hope was still rummaging around for. Hope spun around and her face lit up. 

“Noah, allegedly.”

Marisol smiled and pressed the keys into Hope’s palm, leaning in and kissing her cheek lightly. “Aw. Are you teasing him?” Then she raised her voice so Noah could hear without looking away from Hope, “I think you look nice in vests.”

Noah’s response was lost in the fumbling of their lips, fingers seeking each other out to interlace. When she pulled away, Hope murmured, “you look beautiful.” Marisol offered her a coquettish smile before releasing her hands, “I know.” Hope’s jaw dropped and she swatted at her girlfriend, “I know” she mimicked. 

“I do know! It took an hour and a half to look this good, babes,” Marisol retorted. 

“Speaking of which,” Hope turned back towards the living room, “have you heard anything from him?”

“Radio silence.” Noah called back. 

Marisol frowned, “I just checked the flight tracker, it said he’s still on time.”

“I knew I should’ve scheduled the reservation for later.”

Marisol slid a comforting hand around Hope’s waist, rubbing her skin gently with her thumb, “don’t go into damage control yet. We don’t know for sure either way.” Hope leaned into her hand, but didn’t say anything. After a bit, Marisol turned back to Noah, sensing she needed to take control.

“Well the plane’s still landing at 6:00, so we might as well assume everything’s fine. I’m sure you’ll get a text during the drive. Let’s just get going.”

Noah nodded silently, a look in his eyes that meant he wasn’t sharing his concerns. But he still stood up, grabbing his coat off the back of the sofa. Hope smiled tightly and grabbed her purse.

“We’re gonna have a great time. Come on.” Marisol kissed Hope lightly again, then walked over to Noah. She pulled at his tie, trying to get the knot to lay flatter than it was. Noah swallowed a laugh and glanced conspiratorially over at Hope, who rolled her eyes through a smile. 

The drive to the airport was quiet. Noah sat in the backseat, scrolling through his phone, and the ladies held hands up front as Hope drove. Periodically, Noah would share a news story or joke from his timeline, and they would all collectively chuckle at it. The silence that had previously been terse and anxious morphed into a comfortable, content silence. 

It took another 45 minutes for them to park, go through security, and find the right gate. Noah had gotten progressively quieter, lips turned slightly downwards as they waited outside of the gate. Hope gently held his forearm, “it’ll be fine, babes.”

Noah nodded, not speaking the fact that they were all acutely aware of. It’d been five months since they’d last seen each other, the longest stretch of time they’d gone since they started dating. While they both agreed long-distance would be doable while he looked for a new job, the separation was wearing on them. 

As the door opened and people started meandering through, the coil in Noah’s throat rose higher. Both Marisol and Hope gently patted and held him, sensing his anxiety. He almost brushed them off, feeling like a child, but instead he remained frozen in place, staring at the doorway.

Like it was nothing, suddenly he appeared. Frumpled shirt halfway unbuttoned, eschew, massive headphones perched around the back of his head, smile brighter than the pastel orange of his slacks. He immediately locked eyes on Noah and squeezed past the woman in front of him, running to them. Without thinking, Bobby launched himself at Noah, wrapping his arms around Noah’s neck and pulling his legs up around him as well. Noah lurched back but caught him intuitively, pulling him up into a long kiss. He had to let Bobby down earlier than he’d normally- the backpack strapped to the shorter man weighed nearly as much as Bobby did. 

 Bobby grinned up at him, “hey.” Noah couldn’t help himself from smiling, giddiness making his cheeks flush and eyes squint. “You were supposed to text me when you landed.”

Easing back onto his own feet, Bobby flushed, “yeah, sorry. They didn’t have ports- my phone’s completely dead.”

Noah nodded gently, “but you’re here.”

Marisol cleared her throat, and the couple glanced over at her. “Bobby, what are you wearing?”

“What do you mean, I’m-”

Hope’s face fell and Marisol cut in before she had a chance to react, “Hope made a reservation for dinner at 7. You were supposed to wear your suit on the plane… Is it in your backpack?” She disdainfully glanced at it, not relishing the wrinkles being crammed in a pack would cause.

Bobby’s face fell too, “Shit- I totally forgot-”

Hope started to match Marisol’s agitation, but instead of frustration, tears began welling in the back of her throat. “It has a dress code, Bobby-”

“Hey, hey, it’s alright.” Noah tried to sooth them, “we’ll just swing back to your place. I have an extra shirt, and I’m sure Bobby has some more understated pants-” Bobby visible cringed, shooting a look at Noah. 

Marisol nodded, using Hope’s distress to launch from anger into problem solving mode. “If we leave now we’ll have time to run back, it’s fine. Let’s do that, come on.” She gently pulled Hope into moving. 

Bobby rested his head on Noah’s shoulder as they drove back, playing with his hands. They giggled between themselves, and Hope tried desperately to swallow her irritation and just be happy for them. It was good to see Bobby. 

Noah always seemed to be more comfortable around him too, chatting much more and openly laughing. That was the thing that convinced her Bobby and Noah were a good couple, or at least a better couple than she and Noah ever would be. When she was with Noah, he was just as sweet and considerate as ever, but it always felt like she had to guess what he wanted. Like there was some barrier, like he was speaking a language a little too fluently for her to understand. There was no need for it either, she tried desperately to communicate with him. At times, it’d felt like he willingly stonewalled her instead of just saying what he wanted, just to be difficult. Just to be frustrating. Therapy had made Hope realize that she’d done the same, in part, focusing on little conflicts instead of addressing her underlying insecurities about the relationship. 

But it still hurt some, to see how vibrant Noah became when Bobby whispered in his ear. Not that she wanted him still. But Hope had a hard time letting go, taking the L. Noah had been something she wanted so deeply, and couldn’t make work no matter how hard she tried. Maybe that was the problem, Noah’s love was a thing she wanted. With Marisol, it wasn’t like that. 

Hope didn’t want, didn’t demand, Marisol’s love more than she wanted the dumb memes sent to her phone sporadically throughout the day. Than she wanted the slow and soft mornings waking up to the smell of coffee and her tender hands. More than she wanted to wrap herself in Marisol’s affection and never let go. 

A relationship with Marisol was work, true, but it felt like Marisol wanted to work for it in a way Noah was never willing to. And that remained a slight bitterness in Hope’s friendship with Noah. No matter how much they’d put the show behind them, Hope couldn’t forget how in love she’d been with him. How angry she’d been. The show’s reruns made her cringe, but also caused a dull ache in her chest. Reconnecting with Marisol had dulled that ache to nearly nothing, but seeing Bobby and Noah carrying on as if Noah was never hers caused it to flare up again. 

Glancing at Marisol from the road dissolved that twinge of resentment into shame. Here she was, angry that her friend had found romance in the exact same way she had, when the love of her life was quietly humming along to the radio next to her. It’s not as if Noah realizing his crush on Bobby after the show was any more disloyal than her and Marisol’s friendship growing into more with time. As much as she tried to rationalize it away, there was still a hint of frustration. Marisol quelled it but sliding a hand into Hope’s lap and gently squeezing her thigh, but Hope had to force herself to stop glancing in the rearview mirror anyways. 

When they got to the apartment, Noah pulled Bobby into the guest bedroom to some side eye from Marisol. Hope sat tersely at the kitchen counter, and Marisol slid behind her, gently rubbing her shoulders.

“Don’t let it ruin your whole night babes, we’ll still make the reservation.”

Hope huffed, recognizing it was more than that but taking the out provided, “I spent so much time planning it all out. I made the reservation two months ago-”

Marisol kissed her shoulder, then her neck, whispering, “I know. We all appreciate how much time and effort you put into planning everything.” 

“I just want this to be a good weekend. They haven’t see each other in forever and-”

“And they’re already really happy with each other. You can’t make yourself responsible for their relationship success, darling.”

“I’m not-” she snapped, letting out a breath when Marisol raised an eyebrow condescendingly. Without conceding, Hope sighly loudly and nodded. 

The sat like that for awhile, Marisol gently running her nails across Hope’s back and Hope vacantly staring out the kitchen window. After a considerable bit, Marisol went to the bedroom door, intending to knock. She raced back with a smug grin, and blurted out in a hushed voice, “they’re shagging!”

“What?!”

“Absolutely. They are 100% going at it-”

“Are you kidding me.” Hope pushed up away from the table, spinning on her heels. Marisol caught her arm and pulled her back.

“Oh babe, come on. Don’t interrupt-”

“Our reservation started five minutes ago and you want me to-”

“They haven’t seen each other in awhile-”

“They literally just had to wait four more hours!”

“As if you haven’t been late to a meeting because we were getting a little indecent.”

“That’s not remotely the same thing,” Hope glowered at her girlfriend, and Marisol just laughed, pulling her into a tight hug and kissing her forehead. 

Hope huffed again, and stomped over to the living room, dropping into the loveseat. “Fine. I won’t interrupt. I won’t urge anyone to hurry or worry about a schedule or plan anything. We’ll see how much fun everyone has when everyone just says ‘it’ll work out’ and never puts in any effort to make it work out.”

Marisol watched her storm away, then waited until she was finished. Against her better judgement, she offered, “I said I appreciated your effort.” Which earned her a sour glare. She shrugged, then turned and disappeared into the main bedroom. Hope turned on the tv and attempted to care about the cooking competition that came on. After twenty more minutes, she called in and cancelled the reservation.

Nearly an hour later, the guest bedroom door pushed open. A flushed Noah stepped out, his clothes obviously straightened but the knot of his tie sloppily done again, followed by Bobby. Bobby had put on one of Noah’s shirt, apparent from the looseness and bunching of a shirt that was far too big for him and the signature navy pattern that only Noah and newly graduated business majors would pick out. The boys had so intelligently paired the shirt Bobby was currently swimming in with a pair of khakis. 

Hope turned, most of her irritation haven softened with some alone time. She barked a laugh, partially in genuine humor and partially in disbelief. “You’re going to wear that to a five star restaurant?”

Bobby blushed and Noah looked down at him. “I thought we managed to cobble a look together.”

“No tie?”

“I only brought one.” Noah raised a hand to start pulling his own off, before Hope shook her head, “It doesn’t matter. They only hold reservations for a half hour after they’re booked for.”

“I’m sorry, Hope-”

“As you should be.” Marisol walked out of the hall, she strode past Bobby and Noah, sparing a withering glance at Bobby and snorting her amusement. Without saying anything else, she opened the door and disappeared into the apartment hallway. Hope watched her go in confusion, then turned back to the boys.

“It’s fine.” Her voice softened. It was fine, really. At the end of the day, they were all together, and happy. That should be enough.

“It’s not my fault I’m so incredibly irresistible-” Bobby quipped, and Noah looked away while Hope grimaced, “gross.”

“Bobby, don’t-”

“No it’s not even true,” Hope cut in, grinning, “you look like a 9 year old trying on dad’s shirt for the first time, and you want to brag about being irresistible?” 

“I make it work, lass.” Bobby pulled the back of the shirt tight, trying to give himself an hourglass figure, and posed. Hope stuck her tongue out, and he winked in return. 

The door pushed open again and Marisol shoved her way through, arms full of plastic bags. Hope shook her head in confusion before rushing over to help carry things. 

“When did you-”

“I know Bobby doesn’t mind, but Noah do you like pho? It’s a trick question, I already ordered it. But still.”

Noah smiled, “yeah, I’ll eat some pho-”

“Fantastic, to the terrace!”

Hope trailed behind Marisol as she led through the open screen door onto their small patio. Setting the bag of takeout down on the coffee table, she couldn’t smother her excitement.

“Babes, when did you do all this?”

“Just now.”

Marisol had toted blankets and pillows from their bedroom out to the patio furniture, and carried their TV out as well. Four three wick candles were sat on the ground, waving in the breeze, and Marisol had strung multi colored christmas lights they had in storage along the railing.

“I didn’t hear you,” Hope said, eyes twinkling as Marisol leaned in and kissed her temple.

“Yeah, and it was a pain to try to carry that thing down the stairs and out the door silently. Thank god for your lack of awareness.”

“Sod off,” Hope whispered, wrapping her arms around Marisol’s neck and kissing her deeply. 

After the food was opened and everyone got settled, some movie was turned on. Hope couldn’t remember what they’d played for the life of her. But she did remember one specific moment. One warm, contented moment. Wrapped in Marisol’s arms, nestled into her side. Hope had glanced over at the boys, who’d pushed two patio chairs together and were spooning, Noah’s legs hanging off the chairs at the knee. The air rustled across her face and the sounds of the city far below harmonized with the movie audio. Hope could’ve gotten lost in Marisol’s breathing, in the comfort and safety of her arms. But she made a salient mental note not to lose that moment. 

#litg #hope/marisol #my fics #my fic

[mirakeul]

Hear me out,,, i feel like a very interesting rairpair ship that may/may not work is Asahi and Ushiwaka. Like idk if it's bc i self-ship with both of them and I'm polyamorous..,,,

i wanna hear your thoughts on this, tho

okay, wow that is an interesting ship hm,,

i feel like it would be like the aone and asahi ship i discovered, ushi and asahi would be a v soft couple. for the most part, i think it wouldn’t work if they’re still in highschool just because i think, asahi wouldn’t even try and be in ushi’s vision as something remotely close to a lover HAHAHA like it would be the wrong time,,,

i can see, however, them meeting post timeskip. ushi’s a national volleyball player and asahi is a fashion designer and they meet again, ushi immediately taking notice of asahi and how he looks as they meet for designing something for their team,,

and like, asahi forgets the feeling of being watched but then he sees ushi watching him. and it’s not like the feeling of dread like when they went against each other in high school. because now, it’s different. it felt a lot lighter,,

n e ways, i am all for the rarepairs omg,, (and your selfship with them? AAAAAA SO CUTE LASKJFA we love that!!!)

#[mirakeult.application] #[mirakeult.anonymous] #alkjshdakj cute cute #the way i really wrote something for this #send in more rarepairs #maybe i can think of headcanons or scenarios for them uwu #i don't mind anything dw just that it's legal thanks <333 #asaushi?? #hm #HAHAHA CUTE #again #if you don't like it #then just dont interact thanks <333

[pileofsith]

STAR WARS RAREPAIR EXCHANGE pileofsith info link

Heya!

If you’re not inspired by any of the below thoughts or ideas or links, feel free to do what you think is best - I’d like you to have fun!

Please please feel 100% free to message me if you have any questions, or are unsure about a topic, or want any information to help you while you create! <3

MY AO3 ACCOUNT

Adsecula

GENERAL STUFF

Stuff I like: hurt/comfort, mutual pining, black comedy/dark humour, focus on emotional connections and what the characters are as personalities/as a contrast/similarity to each other, character evolution, fluff/cosy moments mixed with darker settings, alternate timeline (what would happen if a character had made x choice instead of y), smut with a big basis on emotional connection, enemies-(to friends)-to lovers, gothic novel/victorian/edwardian au...

For Star Wars specifically, I adore when a little bit of world-building elements are added, like some local meal or street scene or silly alien critter, the kind of thing that has that ‘star warsy’ vibe of slightly dusty and quirky worlds or opulent space opera campiness. If that makes any sense?

Stuff I don’t mind: character death or explicit violence/gore, if angst-relevant and done in a morbidly interesting/artsy/dramatic way.

Stuff I don’t like: character bashing, noncon, everyday-type coffee shop or high school AUs (but good if combined with say a different genre plot, say a coffee shop AU that turns into a murder mystery or something like that IDK?), very very sweet fluff, cheating, focus on other pairings than main pairing, suave seducing or ‘cool’ romance stuff like that, tropes I don’t usually find interesting are porn-without-plot, soulmate au, sex pollen or similar tropes.

THE SHIPS

Rae Sloane/Gallius Rax

Link to my letter:

http://magisterhego.tumblr.com/post/178549146310/star-wars-rairpairs-exchange-letter-ship-rae

Hera Syndulla/Valen Rudor

http://magisterhego.tumblr.com/post/178549507245/star-wars-rairpairs-exchange-letter-hera

Maketh Tua/Grand Inquisitor

http://magisterhego.tumblr.com/post/178550346175/star-wars-rarepair-exchange-letter-maketh

Rose Tico/Finn/DJ - Rose Tico/Finn - Rose Tico/DJ

http://magisterhego.tumblr.com/post/178552159190/star-wars-rarepair-exchange-letter-rose

Padmé Amidala/Palpatine

http://magisterhego.tumblr.com/post/178553076100/star-wars-rarepair-exchange-letter-padm%C3%A9

#star wars rarepair exchange

[tsvchakos]

green, red, 16, metal for bnha asks!

Green: Any preferred rarepairs?

hmm….i dont really know…i’m not sure what people consider a rairpair in this fandom (i saw tsuchako get called a rair pair once, so maybe that?) I guess any ship with shoji? 

Red: What do you like the most about your favorite ship?

oh boy! ok so todoriya/todomido/tododeku what have you.I think there’s a lot of potential in their status as rivals to be contested… like they can relate to each other on the basis of having all this pressure to be the number one hero–and i know canonically they are both kind of okay with it but i can’t help but wonder if down the line that one (or both) of them might just ?? decide its okay to not be the best hero ever?  i feel like theme wise there’s a lot in their friendship that can be explored. 

(i hope that made any sense)

16: Favorite student(s) outside of Class 1-A? 

seiji!! and  kinoko komori (shemage). i like both of these characters mostly bc of character design but also bc they’re kind of zany. also!! monoma, he’s funny

Metal: Which villain’s quirk would you want for yourself?

shigaraki’s quirk. its cool. it might bring some unneeded angst into my life but hey! happens.

#ask #ask game #^^ thank u

[ygofanfiction]

Foreshipping is a rarepair, but I honestly want to write more for them. This one is just a lil drabble I thought up on the fly.

___________

author: ThatDastardCerberus / @msbeastlyeevee

pairing: foreshipping (ishizu/yuugi)

length: 348, drabble

I gotta give love to rairpairs. y’all bear the burden of a small audience, but i am loving what you did with this little.. love note, almost. this drabble feels like a love note to a pairing that i have literally never even considered. very poetic, i really liked your turn of phrase.

y’all its less than 500 words give it some love you got the time!! 

#ygo #yugioh #fanfiction #ygo fanfiction #foreshipping #yuugi mutou #ishizu ishtar #submission

[fallensakuraa]

Good Rarepairs That Need More Love

And by rarepairs I mean pairs that aren’t the main ships/ones explicitly hinted at in the anime bc let’s face it there aren’t really any ‘rare’ pairings in Aqours apart from maybe something like Yoshiko/Kanan? Like that’s the wildest and most random ship I can think of so idk. Anyway. • YOHARIKO!! • DIARIKO! • KANARIKO! • YouMari • YouMaru • DiaMaru • YouRuby • KANARUBY! • KanaMaru • KANADIA! (It’s not really a rairpair but I still love it) • YohaMari (I only see them as a BROTP tho) • KanaYou (also atm just a BROTP but that could change) • Basically AZALEA OT3 is some good stuff • Same with CYaRon! OT3 • MariRuby is also cute (basically all third years x Ruby is cute but obvs DiaRuby is sisterly love not anything romantic) • I can’t really see Guilty Kiss as an OT3 bc I love Yohariko as a pairing too much and also I guess I feel like Mari would be very much involved in Yohariko’s relationship anyway?? Like she’d be the cool older sister who gives them sex tips to embarrass them and always walks in on them mid make out session but I can’t see her actually being romantically involved with the other two? Idk. She’d just cheer them on from the sidelines lmao.

#basically all Riko ships are good ships #but especially Yohariko #and also some of that good KanaRiko and DiaRiko #AZALEA OT3 is probably one of my fave OT3s like yes plz #also kanaruby is cute af I love #rarepairs #my ships

[roseate-rein]

top five rare pairs?

Oooh…this is a hard one! You mean of ANYTHING? (Gonna preface this by saying I tend to have like intense OTPs and then toss my hands up when it comes to shipping all other characters. So I’m a mess????)

I’ll do snk ships since this is my main content: 1. I think Hitch and Annie would be cute??2. Is Jean and Armin a rarepair? Idk it seems like people ship everything in snk (i used to lowkey ship it more than I do now, cause based on the manga I don’t feel it) 3. Is Mikasasha a rairpair? (Prob not but idk)4. Mikani? 5. Shrekmin

(Lolol but see I’m a mess with ships so I don’t even really ship or am aware of many rarepairs)

|| Ask me my Top 5/Top 10 anything!!