#no idea what their ship name is. if they even have one

[brucewaynehater101]

Oh he absolutely would feed into the rumor that Tim and Red Robin are dating. He mentions in an interview that he's in a Poly relationship with at least two men but he can't say their names because he's worried about their saftey, after all they're in a relationship with a successful business man who lives in *Gothem*. He actually means Kon and Brenard (or whoever you ship him with) but everyone is like "oh he's 100% dating Red Robin." And at the family dinner he was forced to attend he is very smug about having the most air tight secret identity while also tying hos two lives together very tightly. No one will ever question why Tim walked into a closet and Red Robin walked out a few minutes later. Clearly they were trying to sneak in a make out session in the closet.

Also there are of course some who still won't take Tim up on the offer of their civilian persona being hired by DI so instead Tim just says, "... what if they hire your hero persona?" And it works shockingly well. Tim does not care, he just doesn't want them to suffer because heroing doesn't pay any bills.

As for how he keeps it all legal, he simply argues that they are supporting themselves! He's not just *handing* them money they're helping him with coding and other things! Money is being exchanged for services, nothing more and nothing less. Why is he paying them so much for doing Not A Lot? Well, he's Timothy Drake and Timothy Drake pays all his workers very well, no matter who they are or what their job is! That hero is making exactly the same and everyone else working in that field at his company! If they moved to the lab he would give them exactly what his scientists get and if they moved behind a desk, they would get exactly the same as a receptionist.

You're so valid for Tim not acknowledging who he's dating, but very much so implying that it's Red Robin. I bet he gets a kick out of all the fanart and fanfics that spring up after he doesn't outright deny their relationship.

I'm sure Tim is working within the legal loopholes, and I love your idea too. To add on, "Timothy Drake" has no clue who under his employ is a hero or not. Red Robin suggests a bunch of people all the time. How is Tim supposed to know who's a vigilante and who isn't? He runs a company, not solve cases.

If anyone questions him even more about it (like how the hell such a successful business owner is so dumb they can't figure out who's under the masks from the pool of people Red Robin suggests), Tim can play up a persona of being a love-stricken fool for Red Robin.

Cops: "Which of your employees are working outside of the law?"

Tim: *knows that's probably 70% of his employees* "Not sure. As long as they don't break any laws while on the clock, I wouldn't know."

Cops: "We know Red Robin suggests vigilantes' civilian identities for you to hire."

Tim: "Does he? That seems like a lot of vigilantes. He's connected me to hundreds of great people to hire."

Cops: "Fine. Only some of them are vigilantes."

Tim: "Okay?"

Cops: "Tell us who under your employ are vigilantes."

Tim: "I don't know. Why are you asking me?"

Cops: "So, you just hire whoever Red Robin tells you to?"

Tim: "Not whoever, but when he tells me to do something..." *proceeds to stare into space with a smile*

#dc comics #tim drake #dc universe #dc au #thank you for the ask!!!!

[cowboy-sparkles]

Only 4 Sydney/Marcus fics... 2 (Half !) of which are also Sydney/Carmy 12 dead 37 injured

#how do I always end up in the minority of fandom opinions? #genuinely just. don't see syd & carmy like that. sorry #also fully don't understand the hate for claire??? #the bear #text post #the bear fx #sydney x marcus #sydneymarcus #sydmarcus #no idea what their ship name is. if they even have one

[yuriyuruandyuraart]

self indulgent horross doodles just because i can >B)

#art #my art #my doodles #utmv #horror x cross #cross sans #cross!sans #horror sans #horror!sans #horror #cross #horross #horross or horroross...i think i'm gonna settle with the first one HHH #i have no idea what the actual ship name even is but i think it sounds pretty fitting xD #i wanna draw more of horror so much....he's so fun to sketch wawhahghga HIM<3333 #anyways shout out to blue for inspiring me cause goshsh there's SO many scenarios i can think of and doodle but maan #cross hates being stuck in bed cause he gets antsy headcanon<3 also because he hates feeling bored or useless :'( #but horror is just as stubborn about self care and spoiling his teammates with healthy snacks so good luck trying to escape him<333 #i also wanna draw more random less detailed/rendered art and actually post them for funsies this time! #because gosh i can't doodle the ideas i want to make when i keep nitpicking the drawings and spending hours on one piece augyhgh #next doodles up are probably gonna be about crepic because *shrugs* #i might as well have been dragged into the ships i never thought i would ever ship cause wow. i am weak for some bromance<333 #gosh cross keeps attracting every type of individual in the multiverse istg HHH xD he's fun to write so ofc he is<333 #thank you all for your support btw!! muah muah have a nice day everyone<3333

[soupandsorcery]

"Astarion and I had a conversation about you once," Ciro says, seemingly apropos of nothing. They're stoking the fire higher in the hearth to ward away the chill in the air. Astarion is in the bath, which he'd promptly claimed for the next 'hour--no, two. Actually, just come check that I haven't drowned if you don't see me before bed'. Gale is sitting on the bed, making a face at the way it squeaks, even though the three of them have stayed in much worse places than this.

"Do I want to know?" Gale asks, and Ciro can feel him watching them. They've grown to learn the differences between the way Gale and Astarion look at them, though they both manage to convey their own hungry sort of awe with just their eyes.

Ciro smiles and feeds another small, neatly split log into the fireplace. "It wasn't bad. It was complimentary even. For Astarion."

"Oh, I'm sure that was interesting. Tell me."

The bed squeaks, and Ciro turns to see Gale lounging. He's shucked off his outer robe, and is just in a tunic and pants. For a man who looks so good in finery, Ciro thinks they might like him best when he's dressed down and comfortable. He looks more approachable then. More touchable.

"It was a little while after he bit me for the first time," Ciro explains. "And he was saying that after tasting me, he was wondering what the rest of our group might taste like. I think he compared you to a fine, well aged brandy."

Gale's eyebrows lift and something sparks in his eyes. It's curiosity, the same light he gets when he's about to spend the next few hours buried in books, chasing down some obscure spell or reference.

"Really?" he asks. "That is high praise from Astarion."

"I told you." Ciro smiles and comes to join him on the bed. It's going to be a tight fit for the three of them, but when the inn keeper offered them two rooms to divide up, they'd quickly declined. "I agreed that you'd probably taste very good."

Gale's cheeks go pink, and Ciro laughs softly. For a man who can weave erotic magic like no one they've ever met before, sometimes the simplest things make him blush. And maybe that makes sense. Maybe Gale has spent so much time with the grand and the ethereal that the small and mundane still manage to catch him off guard.

It bodes well for Ciro then, small and mundane as they are.

"What is it like?" Gale asks, sitting up on his elbows. "When he bites you?"

"It hurts," Ciro answers truthfully. "But that part is over quick. Then it just feels sort of...warm. Woozy. But Astarion always makes it a seduction. You know how he is." Gale nods. "He's good at distracting me from the pain of it and making it into something more tender."

Gale's eyes are very warm now, lit by the firelight and the heat of his curiosity and desire. "What does he do?" he murmurs. "Paint me a picture."

"That's not my thing." Of the three of them, Ciro is the worst with words, but they try anyway. "He kisses the spot where he bites me, and his hands wander. I don't really think about the pain when he's stroking me...you know."

Now their cheeks are on fire, a splash of red across their pink skin. Gale is still gazing at them intently, like he's expecting more, and Ciro feels the heat from the fire and the thump thump thump of their heart.

"Words are all well and good, Gale darling," a drawling voice interrupts them. "But they're no comparison to the richness of experience. Wouldn't you agree?"

Astarion emerges from the separate bathing area, draped in nothing but low slung pants. His pale skin glistens in the firelight, and his hair is damp and even curlier from the steam. He looks like a treat, but then, he always does.

He catches Ciro looking and smiles, small and tender, before winking at them.

"You ah-- You might have a point," Gale says, clearing his throat. "And I have been thinking about it."

"Really?" Astarion's eyebrows climb up his forehead. "I...didn't think you were interested."

"I wasn't. At first. Not that I'm opposed to you feeding yourself, of course, but Ciro had it well covered, and. Well, I'll admit I was being a bit of a baby about the pain aspect of it. But Ciro makes it sound very intriguing. And I've seen the way they look when you're finished with them."

"How I look? How do I look?" Ciro asks, glancing between the two of them.

"Soft, sleepy," Gale says at the same time Astarion purrs, "Ruined."

It's enough to make them blush darker, and then groan, falling face first into one of the pillows on the bed. "You're the worst," they mumble.

"Which of us are you talking to?" Astarion wants to know.

"Take your pick."

He chuckles, a low, rolling sound that does things to Ciro's body and their heart. It's not fair that he's so casually attractive. Or that Ciro is so easily flustered.

"Leave them alone," Gale says fondly.

"Alright, I'll turn my attention back to you then," Astarion replies. "Are you actually interested in seeing what it's like? I won't be offended if it's more of an...idle curiosity."

Gale is quiet for a moment, and Ciro can practically hear him thinking. "I suppose I should try it, shouldn't I? I can hardly be involved with a vampire without letting a little blood every now and then, right?"

"Well, you could. It's hardly a requirement. But I won't deny that I am still ravenously curious to find out what you taste like."

Ciro snorts into the pillow at the word choice and gets poked in the side for their trouble. Their men and their drama.

"We'll call it an experiment, shall we?" Gale declares. "I'll try it, and if I don't like it, no harm, no foul."

"No harm, no foul," Astarion agrees. "I should have done this better when it was my first time with Ciro. You won't be offended if I make this a little more romantic for our dear Gale, will you, pet?"

Ciro sits up and finds Astarion looking at them intently. It's an honest question, they realize, from the way Astarion looks at them and the little furrow of anxiety between his brows.

"I won't be offended," they promise him. "You've more than made up for it."

Astarion smiles, reaching for Ciro's hand to kiss the back of it before sweeping around the room. He grabs one of the chairs from the little side table and puts it near the fire, then stands in the center of their rented room with his hands on his hips. His eyes flick back to Ciro, and a smile plays around his lips.

"Could I trouble you to help me?" he asks. "Gale isn't as...familiar with pain as you are. It might help if he had a distraction." There's a mischievous glint to his eyes, and he picks up one of the pillows from the bed and lays it in front of the chair.

Ciro catches on to Astarion's meaning before Gale does, and they smile, sliding off the bed. They kiss Astarion's cheek, leaning into him for a moment. "I can be distracting," they murmur.

"You certainly can."

"I--oh," Gale says, finally catching on.

"Indeed. Come sit," Astarion drawls, gesturing to the chair.

Gale practically scrambles to obey, sitting down in the chair, legs spread. Ciro slides in gracefully, sinking down to their knees on the pillow. It's clear that Gale is nervous, from the way he's shifting and his eyes darting back and forth. Ciro can't pretend they didn't feel the same when they did this for the first time, but they've all come a long way since then.

"Breathe," they murmur to Gale. They slide their hands up his thighs, fingers massaging the muscles there. "We'll take care of you."

"Yes," Astarion agrees, moving in behind the chair. His long, elegant fingers slide over Gale's shoulders and down to his chest. "You are ours to look after."

"Alright." Gale takes a deep breath and lets it out slowly, and his posture relaxes. He sits back in the chair and tips his head back to regard Astarion. "I'm ready."

"Hm, not yet, I think," Astarion murmurs. "Ciro?"

That's their cue. With an ease borne of practice, Ciro walks their fingers up Gale's thighs even more and starts unlacing his pants. Gale lifts his hips enough that Ciro can drag the garment down, freeing Gale's cock. He's already on his way to being hard, but it never does take much to get Gale going when the two of them are involved.

Ciro glances to Astarion, to make sure he's comfortable with this amount of sexual contact happening right in front of him. It comes and goes these days, and sometimes he wants to be involved, while sometimes he'd rather not be in the room at all. But now there's a honeyed warmth to his eyes, and a slow, pleased smile tucked into the corners of his mouth.

He catches Ciro looking and inclines his head a little, in answer to the silent question.

"Focus on me," Ciro murmurs to Gale, one hand wrapping around his cock to stroke it slowly.

Gale's eyes are riveted on Ciro as he sucks in a deep breath, hips already bucking minutely up into Ciro's touch. Ciro grazes his thumb over the head of Gale's cock, gathering the growing wetness from the tip to spread down as he keeps working him up.

Astarion keeps his hands on Gale too, fingers dipping under the open collar of his shirt, dancing over his collarbones.

"Ciro's beautiful on their knees, don't you think?" Astarion purrs into Gale's ear. It must have an effect because Gale's dick twitches in Ciro's hand. "So very eager and obedient. So ready to please you. To please us both."

There's so much promise in that tone of voice, and it catches Ciro up in it too, making them swallow hard.

"Perhaps we'll both indulge in how good you must taste tonight," Astarion says, and Ciro dips their head to lick a hot stripe up Gale's cock.

"Ah," Gale moans. His hands are wrapped around the arms of the chair, a white knuckled grip as Ciro and Astarion work him up between them.

"Yes, very good," Astarion continues, and Ciro doesn't know which one of them he's praising. They suppose it doesn't really matter.

They ease their mouth over the head of Gale's cock and then take him all the way down to the root. Not having a gag reflex has come in handy many a time with their lovers, especially Gale, who is surprisingly well endowed.

They hold it there for a moment, taking in the feeling of Gale in their mouth, the way the head of him hits the back of their throat, the way they can feel the tension climbing in his body.

Then they pull off, sucking in a gasp of air before going back to it.

Astarion just waits. Watches. Occasionally offers praise in his low, seduction edged voice. When Ciro glances up, they can tell that Astarion is thumbing Gale's nipple under his shirt, and that Gale is sprawled in the chair, almost boneless with pleasure.

"If you keep this up--" Gale chokes out. "I am not likely to--ah! I'm not likely to last."

"That is the goal," Astarion says. He sounds a bit breathless now, but is otherwise composed. Ciro knows that if they looked into his eyes there would be a million different emotions in them, but they focus on their task, sucking Gale down and swirling their tongue around the head of his cock.

He leaks a salty drip, which Ciro laps up eagerly, letting themself get lost in it. Gale's little moans of pleasure are almost musical, and Ciro knows from experience that he's beautiful when he falls apart.

He's close now, Ciro can taste it, and apparently Astarion can too because he chooses that moment to bite him. Ciro hears his voice, a low, "Breathe, love," and then Gale's gasping sharply.

Ciro looks up, but it's not pain on Gale's face. At least not entirely. He looks like he's in a harsh sort of ecstasy, sharp and brutal, but like he's enjoying every second of it. His body arches a bit, and Astarion keeps a hold of him, not letting him buck too hard.

He's learned, from his time feeding on Ciro, how to really refine this art. How to walk the line between pain and pleasure, and wait for the moment when the two can blend together beautifully.

Gale's there now, wrapped up in it, and Ciro has just enough time to pull back a bit before Gale comes undone, coming hard in their mouth.

Ciro works him through it, licking him clean before they pull off. Astarion pulls away a moment later, dragging his tongue over the small drips of blood that have spilled down Gale's neck. He presses a kiss, tender and soft, to Gale's neck, and then lets out a pleased sigh.

"Well?" Ciro asks, sitting back on their heels. "Was it everything you expected?"

Astarion smiles, and he almost looks drunk with it. "And more, darling. We were right, all that time ago. He's positively exquisite."

"I'm flattered," Gale says. "And spent."

"It's a very good look for you," Astarion tells him.

Between the three of them, they manage to bank the fire and move their way to bed in various states of undress. By an unspoken agreement, Gale gets the middle, and Astarion and Ciro curl up on either side of him. It is a tight fit, but Ciro has never complained about having to huddle close with these two.

It's several minutes later when Astarion speaks again. "Was that...was it alright?"

Gale chuckles and turns his head to kiss the tip of Astarion's nose. "'Alright' doesn't do it justice in the least. That was an experience. One I would be happy to repeat, if you're all willing."

"Count me in," Ciro murmurs sleepily.

"I suppose I could be convinced," Astarion replies, and he sounds very pleased behind the flippant words.

"Then it's settled."

Like so many things between the three of them, it comes down to a conversation and mutual agreement, and Ciro smiles, happy and eager to see where life leads them next.

#bg3 #astarion #gale of waterdeep #astarion x gale #astarion x tav x gale #noah oc: ciro #noah plays with words #bg3 spoilers #no idea what their ship name is or even if they have one #but i was seized with the urge to write this #beware of smut here

[justarandomhelluvablog]

sorry sorry last time I'm talking about huskerdust tonight but does it fuck anyone else up knowing that Husk and Angel basically lived at the same time but were on opposite sides of the country. But also Husk went traveling. Like these two could have met while they were alive and wouldn't even know it. They didn't even know the other existed until they met at the hotel

Like I have. so many thoughts about this.

#hazbin hotel #Husk #Angel Dust #gods imagine how different things would have turned out for both of them if they'd met while alive #well I say that but they were deeper in their vices then than they are now so...... maybe they'd have made each other worse #or maybe they could have saved each other who knows #also just thinking about the idea of Husk and Angel meeting at a bar in New York back when they were alive #like not even knowing it was each other but having met and spent a night drinking in a bar together talking #maybe Angel was going around flirting for free drinks and Husk was waiting to board a ship to who knows where #and they're both neck deep in their own vices but Husk tries to give Angel some advice anyway (we dk if Husk's morals developed in Hell #when he lost his status or are remnants of his human life but I like to imagine he was a decent man who made a string of bad choices #we also don't know what kind of Overlord he was. for all we know the worst thing he did was bet souls so we dunno if he was cruel/immoral) #but Angel not heeding his advice bc who's gonna listen to an alcoholic amirite but he was fun to talk to and bought him drinks so #and them parting ways without even so much as learning the other's name. and all this happening just days before Angel dies #Husk doesn't even think about him again cuz he was just some dude at a bar and barely remembering bc it was ~20 years before he died #but Angel vividly remembering it bc it was one of the last memorable days leading up to his death #anyway thanks for listening to me ramble orz

[grimalkenkid]

I realize now what my default dynamic for KazuLumi is within my LumiHarem setup, and that is “Kazuha seducing/flirting with everyone until they join the polycule.”

Xiao: “I don’t deserve to be with Lumine.”

Diluc, Ayaka, and Cyno: “I have so little experience with romance that I don’t know where to start.”

Scaramouche: “I’d rather be caught dead than admit my feelings.”

Lumine: “I respect these decisions.”

Kazuha: “... You’re all so dumb... Lumine, I’m gonna seduce these these lovely people to join our polycule.”

Lumine: “You... you don’t have to do that...”

Kazuha: “I’m literally flirting with them as we speak. I cannot be stopped.”

#genshin impact #lumiharem #kazulumi #xiaolumi #ayalumi #dilumi #cynolumi #scaralumi #wanderlumi #Venti: What the heck? Why didn't you seduce me?! #Kazuha: Because you threw yourself at Lumine the first chance you got. I didn't have to do anything. #Heizou: Well... maybe we WANT to be seduced. *wink wink* #forgot to tag the Kazuha ships #Kazuxiao #Kazuyaka #Kazuscara #kazuluc #kazucyno #no idea if that last one is even the ship name

[mrbignut]

Ok it's been awhile since I've actually watched the show, but I just woke up and I have to get this out into the world.

Patricia and Jerome are both so gay and I cant believe that no one is talking about this.

Like sure it's a 2011 nickelodeon show, but just

Look at them

Patricia's bitchy demeanor and her cunty black tights. The obsession with joy season 1. The hair extensions. Literally everything about Jerome. The pink vests. The gay little scarf. His relationship with Alfie. Just the way that he is. It is so obvious to me and yet no one can see it.

Thank you for your time

#hoa #house of anubis #jerome clarke #patricia williamson #taylor you might be the only one who will understand me #also i stole those last two pics from @mask-of-anubis #i have no idea what the ship names for this show are #jalfie #im not even gonna try for Patricia x joy

[riddlerosehearts]

i know it's past halloween when i'm posting this, but as a vildia shipper i've been thinking a lot about what vil and idia would do together for halloween--ignoring the existence of the halloween event that we already have--and since i imagine them getting together post-book 6, when ortho has joined the film club and idia is trying to be a better brother to him and be less of a shut-in overall, i think it's a lot of fun to imagine the two of them taking him trick-or-treating!!

i think ortho has tried to get idia to take him trick-or-treating before, but every year idia always says no because he thinks going around to a bunch of rando's houses to get candy is scary, lame, and pointless (they can literally just buy candy at the store, after all!) and he has too many special halloween events to play in his video games anyway. so one day during a film club meeting a few weeks before halloween, ortho offhandedly mentions this, saying he's always wished idia would take him trick-or-treating, and vil decides to talk to idia about it. it actually doesn't take much for idia to agree that yes, it is wrong of him to stay in his room all day when his little brother wants to spend time with him on a holiday, and he absolutely should do it this year, no matter how nervous the thought of it makes him.

he asks vil to come with them, and vil initially says no because as much as he enjoys the aesthetic of halloween, he has a certain reputation and image as a celebrity that does not include doing such childish activities at the age of 18. but idia gets him to change his mind by convincing him that, actually, a lot of his fans would love to see photos and videos of him taking a little kid trick-or-treating because it would be gap moe! a term which vil understands without explanation thanks to idia--and he can see how such a thing just might actually be good for his image, simply by making him seem less otherworldly and unrelatable. so, he agrees, and the three of them spend the next several weeks trying to make their costumes absolutely perfect.

they really go all out, and they have a ton of fun with it. idia's costume has a mask that he keeps on at pretty much all times, so that keeps him from being nearly as nervous as he thought he'd be... except for when ortho gets so excited that he tries to just blast off from house to house without him or vil. but, he and vil both are incredibly happy to see that ortho is so happy, and throughout the night idia's ego gets inflated from all the compliments the three of them get on their costumes, and he and vil constantly exchange snarky comments under their breath about the quality and craftsmanship, or lack thereof, of the costumes and decorations they come across. they collect tons of candy and idia makes sure to add a special attachment to ortho's gear to allow him to actually eat it. vil started thinking he was too old for trick-or-treating a long time ago, but he ends up being pretty glad he went, especially when he sees all of the positive reactions from his fans on magicam.

i also think that before and after the trick-or-treating, ortho would hang out and do halloween stuff with his fellow first years while idia and vil take some time for themselves! the first thing they would do is that idia would introduce vil to one of his favorite survival horror video games, one that has a 2-player co-op mode, and vil might take a bit to get the hang of it but would ultimately really enjoy playing the game with idia.

later at night, they cuddle up and have a bit of a halloween movie marathon. based on idia's love of pumpkin hollow, he's definitely into horror movies, and i also think vil is as well, since he was directing a gothic horror for the film club in silver's PE uniform vignette and then based pomefiore's halloween costumes on gothic horror aesthetics. so, vil would get idia to watch his favorite classic gothic horror film, idia would force vil to watch pumpkin hollow (which vil did not think he would enjoy based on idia's description of its story, but by the end, while he still found it a bit silly, he was able to admire its craftsmanship and creativity and see why idia loved it so much), and then they decide to wind down and watch something more lighthearted. they pick howl's moving castle and idia compares howl to vil several times during the movie, which vil briefly gets annoyed by but then uses as an opportunity to tease idia back.

#twisted wonderland #twst #vil schoenheit #idia shroud #vildia #vilidia #idiavil #vil x idia #idia x vil #sorry for all the tags lmao. twst ship names are a bit of a mess and on top of that this one is a rarepair #BUT. tbh i have no idea what halloween on the island of woe is like or if we have any information on that in canon?? #but at the very least--even if ortho and idia went trick or treating as little kids they DEFINITELY never did it again after OG ortho died #also the thought of these two watching howl's moving castle together is unreasonably funny to me i'm sorry #idia: a super hot and super scary mage who steals pretty girls' hearts? sounds a lot like you LOL #vil getting VERY close to idia: hm. then YOU must the lovely young thing whose heart i'm planning on taking next. #idia: trying to stop his entire head from turning pink #they get to the scene where howl throws a tantrum and says there's no point in living if he can't be beautiful #just because his hair accidentally got turned orange #and idia goes 'LMAO wow babe he's just like you fr' #vil: wow and you're just like calcifer! you're both fiery and lovably obnoxious <3 #okay. anyway. EVERY TIME i make a post about this ship it's already longer than originally planned and then i add more in the tags #so i'll stop it here

[aceredshirt13]

I just think Rocky Todd and Bicky Bickersteth should fall in love and move to Rocky’s country house and like, raise chickens and stare at worms for hours and spend entire days in bed. The autism-for-autism couple of all time. Let me have this.

#red randomness #jeeves and wooster #rockmetteller todd #bicky bickersteth #I have no idea if I’m meant to tag their full names plus nicknames but tumblr tags hate quotation marks so #this is what I’m going with #listen it’s just a funny and cute idea to me #and the fact that there’s only one fic I’ve ever seen is a travesty #it even counts as a cross-cultural romance lmao. they can think each other’s silly accents are endearing #also the ship name is bickmetteller because it’s the funniest option I can think of #so #bickmetteller

[akidachi]

mushy bastards

#transformers #constructicons #long haul #hook #my art #i have no idea what their ship name would even be and at this point im not going ot bother #anyways i redid both of their designs #ill tag the actual name for my fan contunuity when i can think of one #bc the placeholder one in my brain has some issues #maccadam #i really am just unleashing the contents of the vault upon you all #tf fan continuity

[rosalind-hawkins]

What Do I Ship?

Don't mistake this for a tolerance or tier list. I will read and write ships that aren't even on this list, or write ships from the secondary list sometimes, this is just to give you a general sense of the stuff I mainly support/think about and in what capacity. Might be updated periodically. Ranting and comments in the tags.

Re: the Mokuba ships, I only ship them in non-problematic ways, where either the Kaiba brothers are ageswapped, making Mokuba the same age as the rest of the main cast, or where they only get together far post-canon where Mokuba's an adult. We cool? Cool.

Primary Ships

(things I can/want to create content for; this does not include every ship I've ever written, just the ones I care about/are currently engaged in writing/plan to write multiple fics for, or ships I just stan in a way that I know it'll never end)

Euroshipping (Kaiba x Ryou)

Puppyshipping (Joey x Kaiba)

Mumbleshipping (Kaiba x Ryou x Duke)

Teaseshipping (Joey x Ryou x Kaiba)

Snareshipping (Joey x Duke)

Trustshipping (Kaiba x Ishizu)

Polarshipping (Joey x Mai)

Blueshipping (Kisara x Kaiba)

Mizushipping (Kisara x Priest Seto)

Minorshipping (Ryou x Duke)

Mastershipping (Duke x Kaiba)

Puffshipping (Joey x Ryou)

Sweetshipping (Ryou x Mokuba)

Wintershipping (Mokuba x Amane)

Rollshipping (Duke x Ryou x Joey)

Secondary Ships

(things I will read but I don't write {much, or anymore, in some cases} for one reason or other)

Wishshipping (Joey x Yugi)

Powershipping (Kaiba x Marik)

Graceshipping (Ishizu x Ryou)

Doubtshipping (Kaiba x Ryou x Marik)

Petshipping (Duke x Kaiba x Joey)

Axisshipping (Kaiba x Siegfried)

Angstshipping (Ryou x Marik)

Irateshipping (Marik x Joey)

Buddyshipping (Joey x Tristan)

Heartshipping (Yugi x Ryou)

Fragileshipping (Yami Yugi x Ryou)

Changeshipping (Duke x Marik)

Logicshipping (Priest Seto x Priestess Isis)

Gemshipping (Ryou x Thief King Bakura)

Thiefshipping (Yami Bakura x Marik)

Candleshipping (Kaiba x Ryou x Yami Bakura)

Antagoshipping (Kaiba x Yami Bakura)

Corruptshipping (Priest Seto x Thief King Bakura)

Stoicshipping (Kaiba x Priest Seto)

Shimmershipping (Duke x Mokuba)

Guardshipping (Kaiba x Roland)

Senetshipping (Ishizu x Duke)

Angelicshipping (Ryou x Rafael)

Mercuryshipping (Kisara x Kaiba x Ishizu)

Entrepreneurshipping (Duke x Kaiba x Siegfried)

Unnamed (Aigami x Marik x Yami Bakura)

Scholarshipping (Kaiba x Ishizu x Ryou)

There's also plenty of random unnamed poly ships that I want to play around with in one-shots, usually a combo of my top six fave characters.

#rose talks #my ships #ship list #creating this post just to link to it in my pinned post. don't mind me. #i might add a third section called “i just think they're neat” #what happened with thiefshipping is that I worked really hard on a one-shot for it and was pretty proud of it #but then it got like no attention and i figured my characterization must have been way off #so i didn't try to write it again after that #i wrote a lot of Marik one-shots a long time ago but I don't think my characterization of him was actually that good #that's why i haven't really written him outside of Rock Bottom in a long time #if you put kaiba ryou duke joey marik in a jar and jumble them all up and pour 2 or 3 of them out. i ship anything that comes out. #almost the same if you replace marik with ishizu but i don't see her and joey working out (unless maybe to gang up on kaiba) #currently intrigued by the idea of kaiba/ryou/ishizu and i would call that scholarshipping if the name wasn't already taken #also just discovered mercuryshipping and i think that would be so fascinating #i think guardshipping can easily be problematic but it doesn't have to be. i think it can be kinda sweet if done right. #re: the mokuba ships i've had someone tell me that shipping child characters with anyone is gross EVEN IF you age them up and um no #every adult ever is an aged-up child. that's how life works. #i'm so much more interested in mokuba as an adult than as a child anyways. just purely from a character perspective #because damn. who knows what this boy will become. ya know? it's about the potential

[hailsatanacab]

Another suggested title: My Way Home Is Through You

My Way Home Is Through You

Ahhh this is a tough one! To make it easier on myself, I'm taking it incredibly literally and making it incredibly angsty!!!

So, here's what I'm thinking: DP x DC

Danny’s having a rough time of it, racing through the ghost zone, hurt, bleeding heavily, scared out of his mind - whether it's a reveal gone wrong, the GIW are after him, or Plasmius, it's dealer's choice - so he dives into a rapidly shrinking portal in front of him, hoping against hope that the other side of if is safe.

He doesn't recognise where the portal spits him out, but that's nothing new, all that matters is that it's closed and whoever's following him hasn't made it after him - without another thought, he leans back, closes his eyes and slips into blissful, restful unconsciousness.

So now here's the real question - who finds him? I feel like I'm leaning towards this being a romantic fic, so perhaps one of the batkids - let's go with Tim! - sees all this happen and takes him back to the cave to patch him up and when Danny wakes up a lot less hurt than he expected, he is immensely grateful.

But let's get back to the title!!! Whatever weapons were being used against Danny have affected his core (maybe Plasmius hit him with the Maximus) - or maybe there's just very low ambient ectoplasm in this new dimension - but whatever the reason, it means he's not able to heal quite as quickly as normal, so he's stuck having to rely Tim for a while.

We're entering slowburn country now baby!

It takes a little while for them to trust each other, for them to become friends, but it helps that Danny can be open and honest with him. This is a new dimension that he has no stake in, so Danny has no issues telling the batfam who and what he is, where he comes from and why he was running. Tim, being the gallant genius he is, begins working on a portal to get Danny back to where he needs to be.

Everyday, Tim checks on Danny's wounds and everyday, his fingertips leave trailing goose pimples where they ghost along his skin.

Tim doesn't realise what's happening until Dick takes him aside one day and tells him how proud he is of him for putting aside his feelings to build the very machine that will separate them, and that he'll be here for him no matter what happens.

It gets a lot harder to work on the portal after that.

Danny doesn't realise what's happening until the portal is complete and suddenly it seems impossible for them to say goodbye.

Without Tim, he wouldn't be able to go home, but... without Tim, would it still be his home?

send me a fic title and I'll make up a fic

#danny phantom #dp x dc #batman #ask game #oooooooooouff this was a tough one #did i do it justice? #i get so carried away with these lmao #this is my first actual romance in any dp thing #oh wait whats their ship name?? i have no idea haha someone lmk #i didnt know who to go for #except that i absolutely didnt want to do damian because he feels way more like a brother to danny en #rn #and lbr tim is the best choice to build a portal #i took the title way too literally haha sorry #also i hope you wanted it danny phantom anon!!!! i was very close to going with danmei - the title just really lends itself to a tgcf fic #or even thousand autumns!!! it could explore shen qiao leaving behind his sect to be with yan wushi #which like... would never happen in canon but it would be a cool fic premise!!! #anyway i hope you enjoyed it!!!!! #my writing #cab writes

[cheswirls]

looking @ old fic i started when i was 14/15 is so funny bc im realizing once again why i never mark fics as abandoned even if its been literal years since i've touched them. specifically i was checking docs for stuff i started and either did or didn't post to ffn.

and its like. nothing is bad??? like i can see where my outside-the-box ideal of fic writing comes from. not just fics but writing in general, i'm p sure. even if it's a total cliche plot setup, there are details on each that rly make it stand out like oh yeahhhhhh i did have this great idea once upon a time.

funny too bc was it executed well in prose??? no absolutely not i wrote like shit when i was 15. would i revive an idea one day and revise it to be less cliche or cringy while still keeping the stand-out elements??? yea maybe. i might. everything i'm currently working on that i started from 2021 up to now still holds my supreme interest, but like i'm not gonna say never.

esp since i write fic first and foremost for my own need and specifically what i like to read, it makes it impossible to consider an idea i've thought extensively about "not worth writing anymore". anyway not making this too long i jus found everything interesting to consider

#writing #this fic i pulled up from JUNE 2014 crazy was the old chosenshi au i was trying to write for a friend #i dont ship blue/silver and never will and thats prolly why i never finished it #but i do still like!! the idea of rocket!blue raised w silver and breaking free of tr while running the hoenn branch #no idea how i remembered bc it wasnt in the plot pts on the doc but she was gonna get sent to the battle frontier #to nab jirachi and have encounters w frontier brains and change her mind at the end of it all #hell i could go back and not make it ship fic at all - have silver be a little one-sided obsessed or #even jus like.. attached to blue as a rivalry like as a way to show her up at every turn #another fic around the same time was the old pokespe hs au where i changed all the dexholder's names for some reason #i have no idea where i was in reading spe bc i put lyra in for some reason and had the sinnoh trio even tho i never read past v2 of dp #idk if it was more gameverse or what but its so funny looking @ the ship list n seeing i had gold paired w black #bc i had manga!ss and manga!ferriswheel so was it rly speverse or was i projecting???? #actually i think black was supposed to die and gold was gonna go thru this whole thing abt grieving #looking at the ship list so funny bc i never shipped gold/crys or entourageshi #and clearly i did not know the superiority of pmshi if i threw lyra in jus for silver #god but i do love (most!) of the alt names i gave them #would absolutely fuck up the ship list if i ever redid it tho #also have perfectworld tho im sure i have the most recent rewrite on pen and paper somewhere #that one i also gave up bc the idea i had for flare!sycamore was cringe along with #every time i went back to work on it enough time passed that i thought my writing sucked #i rewrote that damn thing so many times but oooooooo i still love the idea #as long as i changed the cringe parts to smth better i could still rock w most of these #that fic rly had everything... psychic!korrina. leaf/serena. sycamore hacking the secret to mega evo. lys/syc that ends in failure #bc of the ending line i will never forget > only in a perfect world could you and i be together. destined and doomed from the start #im rambling n im boutta run outta tags gimme a sec

[beeapocalypse]

trying to craft a funger oc like aughhhh i can see him i can picture him in my head right now [image of the most off putting little man possible]

#he does not have a name yet but he DOES have a vague concept. author from the eastern union who got drafted into the military and-- #--met another guy during the 1 week he had b4 getting shipped out to basic training. they immediately develop a WAY intense relationship-- #--and constantly send letters to each other. author is a total chickenshit and comes to cope w the violence of war thru-- #--alcoholism and a complete retreat into his obsession w the other man. gets a couple wires crossed and has his lust morph into more + more #--violent fantasies that the other man plays along w bc its Fun+Wild (at its core its the authors desire for CONTROL. if hes the one-- #--bringing the pain then hes safe. even better if its with the single person in existence he feels like he can trust during that-- #--period of time). manages to live throughout the rest of the war and rushes back to his lover. spends a slowly degrading week w him where- #--the man comes to realize what he thought of as simple metaphor+exaggeration was TRUE desire from the author + the author flounders-- #--without the then expected+familiar terror day in and day out. culminates in the man demanding the author leave and never try to contact-- #--him again (saying their romance was wild and exciting and unlike anything hed ever experienced but the only good way it couldve ended-- #--was if the author died out on the front and forever left him Wanting without the actual reality of those desires realized) and the-- #--author either tries to shoot himself or the man (fails to do so. lol) b4 running off to the first train out of town. worlds messiest guy #ya it leans a bit into samarie territory but hes fun. his theoretical ending b would probably have smth to do w sylvian worship + marriages #even more vague idea for his moonscorched form is a sopping wet pathetic red wolf ('red wolf' being one of the mans terms of endearment-- #--thru their wartime love letters) w its legs tangled up in barbed wire so it has to drag itself around. red bc its incredibly-- #--thin skin (<-- do you get it .) splits and bleeds thru with every movement. a lot of whining and incoherent babbling as it hesitates to-- #--ACTUALLY attack anybody. should have some cock horror element but ive no ideas on that front LOL #skill ideas are persistence predator (more melee damage dealt the less mind hes got- a backstory choice where he focuses entirely on the-- #--love letters rather than splitting focus on his on-pause career with short stories) and an unnamed one playing into his terror/lust deal- #--where he gets a buff to either melee damage or speed when his phobia is active. want to come up with at least one more though #mmmaybe him being an author doesnt play that well into his concept as a whole but hes my strangeguy so whatever

[everystephoftheway]

“this might be a weird time to mention it, but you smell really great.” - dealer's choice!

hug prompts ˗ˏˋ꒰ 🐚 ꒱

Okay, so I chose Pike and Percy for this and I want to disclaim: I don't actually ship this romantically AT ALL, but I know Ashley has said that at one point Pike had a little crush on Percy and I think that concept is fun, so I figured why not :D And I wanted to try something different! Hope you like!

Pike always had an excellent sense of smell. It is a huge help with her baking, but in a lot of cases recently it hasn't exactly been an advantage. Between crypts and zombie hoards and dragon innards, Pike has wished she didn’t have a nose more times than not the last few months. So, when she starts to notice the smell of cherry blossoms trying very hard to mask the smell of gunmetal she starts turning to find its source.

It only takes a moment, and a one-eighty degree turn around, to find Percy standing just behind her, clearly just dressed from a shower as his hair still looks a bit damp. The floral scent brings a smile to her face, the fact that the gunmetal couldn’t be washed away or overwhelmed even more so. She watches as he sits down and fiddles with his coat, brushing off any dust only for more dust from the dirt they called their campground to sprinkle the ends near his ankles. His glasses press against his nose, making little red marks against his pale skin. 

She’s never noticed how he smells before. As she thinks about it, her heart starts to beat a little harder in her chest and she claps her hand against her armor, causing him to look up.

“You alright, Pike?”

“Oh, uh, yeah." She slaps her hand down onto her thigh. "Yeah, I’m okay. There was a bug on me.” An awkward laugh follows as she smiles, maybe a bit too big, but if Percy senses–or perhaps cares–about her weirdness, he doesn’t act like it.

“Well, I’m sure it’ll stay away now.”

“Yeah…This might be a weird time to mention it, but you smell really great.”

It takes a second for Percy to process what Pike said, and his eyes slowly but surely widen to nearly fill the frames of his glasses. It makes Pike’s heart race again, how red his cheeks get and how frazzled he seems. She just wants to sit on his lap and snuggle against his chest. And maybe drink a lot of ale and have some fun in the tents, but that thought flickers away just as fast as it flickers in.

“Oh, I–thanks, Pike. I, um…borrowed Keyleth’s soap.” 

“It’s nice.” 

He nods for a moment, offering her a smile that makes his eyes curl–stop that!–then turns back as if he hears something.

“I think…I think that’s Vex calling.”

Pike turns in the direction he’s looking, but hears nothing.

“Oh yeah, definitely her. I’ll go check and make sure everything’s alright.” He stands, brushes as much dust off his coat as he can, gives another smile to Pike, and then walks away past the tent toward the tree line, nearly tripping on a rock as he goes. 

“Dammit, Trickfoot,” she mutters to herself. “So stupid.”

#i have no idea what their ship name is someone please tell me #if they even have one? #anon asks #thank you for sending in! #also this has nothing to do with a hug but this is where my head went #tlovm #tlovm fic #my fic #percy and pike #percival fredrickstein von musel de rolo iii #pike trickfoot #cr ask

[tstain-is-an-idiot]

Guess who remembered they had markers???

aaaaaand since its also lesbian visibility week...

#what would their ship name be?? #i suppose since im the only one who even ships any of the dolls i can just make it up #but nothing really sounds right to me #of course i had to draw dotty with the markers #she IS the one with ink spilt all over her after all #(i changed it so she has ink spilled on her instead of paint bc ink seems like it would not come off as easily) #and also because i just really like drawing dotty #and princess is there too ig #“they're just close friends” and it was dotty's idea to get mistletoe so everyone could kiss princess #someone should have told her she doesn't need mistletoe to kiss princess #the raggy dolls #art #raggy dolls #dotty #princess