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mcytships · 1 month
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“I knew I could never trust you.”
“Awww, you could’ve trusted me."
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nickle-moth · 2 months
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🥺
I did it:^>
And their winning 🎉
Thank you, Thank you! Go Fish Wives!
And I'm not quite sure who you wanted me to draw so i just drew them <3
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(I don't know what Sally looks like)
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spacebitz · 6 months
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Wilbur meeting Bad again was definitely.. something!
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/!\ The symbol "&" is used for platonic ships, there are therofore no romantic ties between the characters in said ship!
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*The MCYT polls admins polycule | MCYT-rarepair-tournament & transmcytshowdown & MCYT-crackships-brackets
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strawbunnypancakes · 1 month
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Scottishbeans doodle.. I love them
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souplullaby · 4 months
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I was today years old when i found out that my sister ships these guys, so i made a lil gift lol. I say we call 'em something like glasses couple + bonus of something my discord friends asked me to draw
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cherry-soda-molars · 6 months
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DAY FIVE OF YURI WEEK
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@mcyt-yuri-week
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tommyssupercoolblog · 26 days
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septicinnit is when u go out for dinner and get kicked out of the restaurant for being too loud
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glowsticcc · 8 months
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mcyt yuri week is coming up so please submit your fav wlw ships so i’m not just drawing nature wives the whole week :3
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mcytships · 1 month
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I am not normal about these two
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@mcyt-yuri-week Day 5: Rarepair!
Gem/Puffy because faves should kiss. And flirt. Excessively. Read on AO3 here
Princess Gem was in the lighthouse running some mild repairs when she first caught sight of the ship on the horizon. Ships were not strange things in Dawn. She herself had built the port, after all, but this was not one of Dawn’s ships, nor did she recognize its sails nor its flag. It wasn’t a pirate flag, thank goodness, she wasn’t sure she was quite up to task to deal with seafaring pillagers at the moment, but there was still a stranger at her shores.
She descended the lighthouse and crossed to her port, wings folded behind her for the time being. She didn’t know if this was a threat yet or not, and butterfly wings made for delicate, easily shot targets if she wasn’t cautious.
The ship was modest. Typically there would be a crew of maybe four people for a vessel this size, but it was possible for one person to man such a thing alone, if the person was practiced. Gem stood at the stone wall shoring up the small cliffside, hand resting on a crenellation, and watched as the vessel’s one-woman-crew heaved the anchor over the side, fastened her boat to the dock, and staggered off.
The bow-legged sheep hybrid (ram? She had large, curling horns) glanced up and caught sight of Princess Gem, and flashed her a big smile.
“Hey girl,” she called, leaning her elbow awkwardly on a pile of crates Gem had ready for trade when one of her own ships returned from their current voyage, “are you from Tennessee?”
“...What?”
“Cause you’reeeee the only ten I see!”
Gem stared at her, wide eyed and flabbergasted and maybe just a touch pink to the cheeks.
“Are you drunk!?” she shouted down, trying to sound appalled and mostly just coming off as embarrassed.
The sailor clicked her tongue and snapped before she pointed two double pistols Gem’s way, staggering slightly with her weight removed from the crates. “I am so dehydrated.”
“Oh well for goodness sake!” Gem unlocked the gate to port and descended the steps, catching the sailor before she could tilt hooves over kilter into the seawater behind her. “Did you not pack enough water for your trip?”
“Got blown off course,” she muttered, leaning on Gem heavily, “nasty storm.”
Well. At least she was alive. Gem huffed.
“I am Princess Gem, ruler of Dawn.”
The sailor grinned. “Captain Puffy; at your service pretty lady.”
Gem felt herself blush again, then snapped her gaze forward, focusing on getting them up the steps. “Let’s just get you some water!”
Puffy laughed, and let Gem all but drag her to the tavern. Across multiple bottles of water, a tankard of very thin mead, and two cups of apple cider, Puffy detailed what had happened to Gem. She’d been sailing since she was old enough to hold a rope and had all the overconfidence to match. She’d been on her own, something she’d done a billion times before, when a storm caught her blindsided. She’d survived and so had her ship, but she’d lost some supplies and had been blown far from the shore she’d been headed towards.
“Normally I have my son with me, and he can get rid of the worst storms. Guess I got too comfortable; didn’t prepare like normal people should.”
“You have a son,” Gem said, for some reason fixated on that fact and feeling… oddly sad?
Puffy grinned, waggling her eyebrows at Gem. “Yeah, but I’m single.”
Gem felt heat rise to her cheeks once again.
“And ready to mingle,” Puffy added lasciviously, leaning forward, and Gem shoved the glass towards her.
“Ju–just drink your juice!!”
Puffy laughed and hoisted the glass upwards, first, as though to toast, before downing it.
“You, um, feeling less dehydrated?” Gem asked, desperately changing the subject.
“Yeah. It’ll take a while to fully recover, though, hydration is best done in multiple smaller drinks done consistently and frequently overtime.” Again, that cocksure, self-assured grin of hers. “Guess I’ll just have to stick around a while.”
Gem was a princess. She was trained from a young age to flit lightly and easily from social situation to social situation, always fluttering above conflict and subtle insult and shadowed prodding. Her words were as delicate lace, intricate and woven into complexity.
This woman’s straightforward flirtations and direct approach had Gem’s heart pounding like a warhammer against her birdcage ribs. If Gem’s decorum was trained to look like stained glass, Puffy’s brazenness was a rock crashing through it.
And, on top of all of that, the captain had the audacity to laugh at her.
“You don’t play with sailors much, do you little lady?” she asked, reclining in her seat and crossing a leg over her knee. It gave Gem a very clear view of her. Her white-turned-beige shirt with ruffles over her breasts tucked into high waisted, big-buttoned pants. Her large captain’s coat hanging boldly off her shoulders, her elbows propped up to the sides. Her beads and coins strung throughout her hair, catching the light of the tavern and glinting distractingly. Her sailor’s muscles and big curling horns and the way the light caught on the dampness left on her lips.
“I—” Gem started when she realized she’d been staring, “Converse. With, traders, perfectly frequently.”
“And none of ‘em take advantage of how cute you are?” Why was her voice so loud? It didn’t sound this loud in Gem’s ears when they were on the dock. Well, loud yes but not this loud. Must’ve been because they were inside now. Puffy’s voice was simply filling the space, and echoing back.
“I’m not—it’s not, in a princess’s job description to be taken advantage of,” Gem stuttered, blushing at how the words sounded coming out of her own mouth. She didn’t mean it like that!
But Puffy laughed at her, and uncrossed her leg with a sharp thud of hoof hitting floor, and rose with a faint jingling of her hair ornaments. She rounded the table with lazy swagger, and it should’ve been impossible for a woman so short to loom so toweringly.
She stopped with her hip cocked against the table, and set a hand on Gem’s shoulder, deceptively slow and gentle. “What about fun?” she asked, voice now so quiet, so so so so quiet Gem had to lean forward to hear her better, her hand drifting off Gem’s shoulder to trail down her arm. “Is having fun in the job description?”
“I—” Gem cut off as she shuddered, Puffy’s hand, roughened with rope and seawater, caressing the freckles dotting the exposed skin of Gem’s own. She swallowed, unable to blink or look away. “I have plenty of fun.”
Puffy grinned like she’d won. “Yeah? Come by my boat and show me sometime, pretty princess. I’ll let you see something nice.”
Gem was so red in the face it made her lightheaded as she watched Puffy saunter away. It did not become a princess to lose her marbles so easily, but Gem simply couldn’t seem to relocate her composure. It was fully lost. Off in the fields somewhere. Or maybe it was leaping around Puffy’s hocks, admiring the way her fluffy woolen tail wiggled as she walked.
The moment the tavern door swung shut behind her, Gem tore her eyes away and grasped at the nearest drink, downing the entire thing in big, heaving gulps. She slammed the cup down in a distinctly unladylike fashion, gasping slightly.
Without distraction, she was now free to make eye contact with the tavern keeper. The tavern keeper who watched her very knowingly. Who had probably been watching her and Puffy since the two had entered in and ordered an absurd number of drinks.
But instead of remarking, the tavernkeeper merely asked, “So are you the one paying for those, then?”
“She—oh she didn’t even—!” Gem gasped, realizing Puffy had left her with the bill. “Oh that little—I’m gonna—!”
She was going to—!
Going to…
She…
Gem’s face, flushed red with a mixture of arousal and fluster and embarrassment at being lightly swindled, felt surely that there must be steam rolling out of her ears by this point. She dropped her burning face into her hands, hiding behind her curtain of hair and red to the tips of her ears.
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tired-fandom-ndn · 7 months
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Refusing to tag your problematic fics with the appropriate fandom does not protect people who don't want to see the fics, it just makes it harder for people to both filter them out AND for people who actually do want them to find and read them.
If you are trying to protect people from triggering content, appropriately extensive tagging is ALWAYS better than under-tagging.
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/!\ The symbol "&" is used for platonic ships, there are therofore no romantic ties between the characters in said ship!
The MCYT polls admins polycule | MCYT-rarepair-tournament & transmcytshowdown & MCYT-crackships-brackets
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freyfall · 2 years
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crystal boy and pig nerd have a conversation
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