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makemerainbows · 8 months
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Vienna Blood S03E01
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sincerely-wyvern · 1 month
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As he watched the reunion between Danny and Grace, realization struck Steve. 
He wanted that. 
He wanted them.
He wanted Danny and Grace Williams all to himself.
He wanted to come home to Danny and Grace every day, and he wanted to take Danny to bed every night.
“Steve, get over her,” Danny called, looking over at his partner and motioning for the man to join them.
As he walked over, Steve knew he would everything in his power to make Danny and Grace his.
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neatotito · 6 months
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For the old interweb fogeys out there, what was the first "slash" pairing you were exposed to? I'll go first.
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indienby · 7 months
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Fanwork: Beautiful
Fandom: Baldur's Gate 3 (Video Games)
Pairing: Astarion/Player Character
Summary: After the conversation with Astarion about his mirror it's time to take action.
That night, I lay awake on my bedroll for a long time, staring up at the unfamiliar stars overhead. I couldn’t get the conversation with Astarion out of my head. I’d never been vain like him, but even I wasn’t keen on the idea of being unable to see my own reflection. Rough and ready as I usually looked, it was reassuring to be able to look at my own face, whether I wanted to make sure I hadn’t missed a spot while cleaning or check if I’d gained a bruise.
I shifted, rolling onto my side and using the flickering light of the fire to find him with my eyes. He slept like the dead, stone still, the barest hint of movement in his chest rising and falling to show he wasn’t – or wasn’t totally. I didn’t know the specifics of being turned into a vampire spawn, and I was loathe to ask more – understandably, it seemed a bit of a touchy subject. I let my eyes wander from his chest up to his face, smoother in sleep even than when awake, and considered.
I’d called him beautiful when he’d asked me to but I could tell he hadn’t believed me. I hadn’t been lying though; from the tips of his pointed ears to the sharp cut of his cheekbones and the drip of his aristocratic drawl, everything about him was simply stunning. Just looking at him made my knees go weak, especially on the rare occasions he dropped his guard and let me in with the odd detail of his life or a confessed fear. I’d tried to ignore the feeling, to push it to the side as irrelevant in the face of everything else we had to contend with, but somehow it didn’t seem like such a waste of emotion anymore.
Moving as silently as possible amidst the highly trained and extremely edgy killers dotted about my camp, I pushed myself up and crept to the trunk where I’d stowed some of today’s loot. I hadn’t had an immediate use for the battered old journal I’d taken off an unfortunate gnome we’d found the bones of in our path earlier, but now I found I did. Astarion needed to know what he looked like - and I could show him.
I took up position as close as I dared, folding myself down cross-legged and praying my luck held out in allowing me to pass undetected. I waited a moment, searching for the telltale rise and fall to reassure me, then dipped my quill. Calm swept through me as I enjoyed the rare chance to observe without being observed in turn, every touch of pen to paper bringing my subject to life. Untrained as I am, by the time the first shadows of dawn started to streak the camp I had a recognisable portrait and was fairly happy with my efforts.
I stashed my equipment and snuck back to my bedroll, laying down and throwing an arm over my head in a futile attempt to catch a few moments of sleep before the sun rose fully. In no time at all, however, the unmistakable sounds of the rest of the camp stirring became too loud to ignore, and I gave up any attempt of snatching a quick forty winks. Resigned, I rolled over, groaning as I pushed myself up. To my surprise, I found Astarion watching me. His intense red gaze held mine for a few seconds before he looked away; I felt my cheeks heat and swiftly rose to ready myself for the day ahead.
A busy day of travel, fighting and yet more revelations – both good and bad – occupied my attention so thoroughly I didn’t get a chance to give the affair much thought until we made camp late that evening and I caught him looking at me again. Memories of the previous night rushed back and, after a moment’s hesitation, I took a deep breath and crossed the camp.
“Well hello, what can I do for you?”
His casual greeting almost, but not quite, covered his nerves and with a start I realised I could read him now – he was as flustered as I. I crossed my arms and tried to act casual.
“Well, I was wondering why you were watching me.”
He recoiled slightly at that, but then his eyes narrowed and he thrust his chin forward. “Oh really?” he sneered. “Because last night I could have sworn you were the one watching me.”
I froze, not sure what to say. I’d meant to share the picture with him, after all, but I’d never meant for him to know how I’d drawn it.
“Oh yes,” he continued, taking my silence as the confirmation it was. “I thought you meant to attack at first. I would have understood that – after all, who wants a vampire in their camp? It made sense for you to finally decide I was too much of a liability to keep around anymore.” I opened my mouth to protest, but he continued before I had a chance. “I waited for the blow to fall, wondering which method you’d choose and whether I’d have a chance to fight back. Wondering whether I even wanted to or if it would finally release me from my drudgery. But it never came.”
“I’m sorry,” I interjected, cold horror trickling down my spine. I’d never meant to scare him, let alone bring on thoughts as deep and dark as those. “I didn’t realise you were awake.”
He scoffed. “Clearly. But that still doesn’t explain what you were doing.”
After a brief pause, I dug in my pack for the journal, flipping it open to the page from last night and handing it to him. They say actions speak louder than words, and on this occasion I thought they might be right. He squinted at it for a moment, and for one horrible second I thought I might have to explain after all. Then his face changed; I could tell the exact point he realised it was a portrait of him, and I let out my breath in a huff of relief. The creases around his eyes smoothed out, his hungry gaze roaming the page for every last detail. A half smile quirked at the corner of my mouth as I watched him, lost in the image his own face. Suddenly his head jerked up, red eyes meeting mine. They were softer than I’d ever seen them, with what I suspected to be the first true smile he’d given in a while curving his lips. He seemed lost for words, and I shrugged, suddenly self-conscious again.
“Like I said. You’re beautiful.”
Notes: If you're into smut, I'll post the extremely NSFW sequel soon ;-)
You can also read this fic on AO3 here!
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crackshipsdaily · 2 years
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Waluigi/Dr. Doofenshmirtz
Requested by @snobgoblin
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starrygender · 2 years
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Can I please request two fictigenders? The first, maybe christinecharic, relating to Christine Daae from 'The Phantom of the Opera' (the flag should probably have white, royal blue and dark red in it). The second, maybe gelphiecharic, relating to the slash pairing of Glinda and Elphaba from 'Wicked'? (The flag should probably have soft pink and emerald green in it). Thank you very much!
i dont actually know any of these characters very well (i know, thats a sin against humanity lol), but i tried my best!
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christinecharic
for when your gender is related to christine daae from the phantom of the opera
(i know that i technically did not use royal blue, but that shade is a little light for what i was going for imo, sorry. i also hope you understand my use of off-white as opposed to stark white.)
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gelphiecharic
for when your gender is related to the slash pairing of glinda and elphaba from wicked
let me know if youd like any tweaks or changes!!
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crystalsword · 1 year
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More Fandom Thoughts
I keep seeing this sentiment regarding popular slash pairings “oh if one of them were the opposite sex, this pairing would have happened already.” I think that people are forgetting that, in tv shows, there are A LOT of het couples who go through endless “will they or won’t they” story lines. Bones, Castle, and the Mentalist are just a few that took over 4 seasons, and often more, to do anything with their main pairings. Especially to establish them as “a forever thing,” rather than on and off again. We rarely have a guarantee that pairings will definitely happen, and some shows had actors claiming that a fan favorite couple wouldn’t happen, only for it to not be the case.
I think the only thing you can claim for slash pairings is that fans might be less likely to see a “will they/won’t they” resolve into a canon relationship. Even a het couple gets no guarantee though, as I know at least two shows that not only did not pair the fan favorite couple, but gave them other relationships and/or broke even the friendship completely by the finale. Even though it’s difficult, I feel that fans should try to enjoy their ships whether they go canon or not! Otherwise you can get so wrapped up in anxiety, or feeling cheated by the story line if it doesn’t look like it’ll happen, that you stop enjoying the story at all. Honestly, in a case of a pairing never resolving into an on-screen relationship, the BEST thing is if it stays open ended or ambiguous. The lack of a hard no can always be imagined as a future yes, even if only in headcanon and fanfiction!
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nighted-mist · 1 year
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✨New Fic: underneath the mistletoe🎄
Rating: ⚠️M
Fandom: JJK
Characters: Fushiguro Megumi, Shinkou Hisui | OC, Fushiguro Toji
Relationships: Megumi & Hisui, Toji/Hisui slash (M/M), Toji & Megumi, Megumi & Hisui & Toji
Tags: Megumi-centric, Kid!Megumi, established Toji/Hisui slash pairing, Family Fluff, Christmas Fluff, Christmas Decorations, Mistletoe, Mild Sexual Content, Kissing
Summary:
Set a few years after SB&PG, Christmas time. Megumi asks Hisui for help with convincing his dad to buy Christmas decorations.
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“I’ve got an idea that should get your dad change his mind,” Hisui said. “Want to help me set it up?”
A few minutes later, Hisui was standing on a step stool under the kitchen doorway and pinning a mistletoe in place.
“How will this convince Dad to buy decorations?” Megumi asked, doubtful.
Megumi was pretty sure most people didn’t bother putting up mistletoe, unless they were handsy old men like his dad who would happily take any excuse to kiss their romantic partner.
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chocojincake · 10 months
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Mary on a, Mary on a Cross 🙏💕
Your beauty never scared me q!roier i swear i love u so much, loosing ur child and then the love of ur life for a brief moment holy god
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makemerainbows · 2 months
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The Unruly Hare (1945)
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sincerely-wyvern · 8 months
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#9 Pairing + Prompt #1 for the drabble game?
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Pairing: Lucius Malfoy/James Potter Prompt: (AU) Soulmates
When James Potter awoke on his sixteenth birthday, he felt a mixture of terrified and excited. At sixteen, a witch or a wizard received their soulmark – as long as their soulmate was the same age or older. James was certain he would receive his soulmark. 
Sitting up, James reached for his wand. He performed a nonverbal privacy spell, wanting to ensure he wouldn’t be disturbed. It was hard to guess with his friends and roommates. Sirius Black was equally like to leave James alone or attempt to wake up him with whip cream pie to the face again. Remus Lupin would leave him, and Peter Pettigrew was likely to fling the curtains open.
James took a deep breath before he pushed the sleeve of his pajamas up his right arm. There was a neat cursive was the name of his soulmate.
Lucius Abraxas Malfoy.
He felt a mixture of excitement with a hint of disappointment. James had hoped his soulmate would be Lily Evans. 
At least he knew his soulmate.
Lucius had graduated two years ago.
Waving his wand, James cast a nonverbal Concealment Charm. The Concealment Charm was a charm of his own invention that would disguise the user’s soulmark.
With the Concealment Charm in place, James quickly got up and he got ready for the day, managing to avoid any surprises from Sirius. Grabbing his bag, James went down to the common room and he wrote two letters before setting off for the owlery. 
The letter to his parents was sent using a school barn owl and the letter to Lucius was sent with Apollo, his personal owl. 
James watched Apollo with his heart beating quickly.
Words: ~275
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feralsteddie · 2 years
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where that one post about Steve accidentally inventing pastel punk because he wanted to be edgier for a Corroded Coffin gig, but wasn’t willing to part with his soft colors
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harpyface · 4 months
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Fanart for @phospadparadscha's Disco Universe! Featuring weapon ideas :))
Harry has a spiked bat but instead of nails it has spiked glass (disco ball-esque) which would have been a normal bat for pre-martinaise harry (great for a gym teacher), and uh I actually don't know what to call Kim's weapon, they're like disc blades, and so stick plus little sharp bits equals Black Opal's chainsaw ^_^
more thoughts and praises under the cut <3
My original ideas were a disco ball frag grenade for Harry, maybe something dodgeball like for pre-martinaise, and a compound crossbow for Kim, which would probably just be a pellet crossbow for Black Opal. But then one, I wanted Kim's weapon to be "something strikes quick and hard, with little need for multiple blows" (in the words of phos :3) and generally more aerodynamic than a crossbow (I was definitely thinking ranged weapon). So um throwable halo as a weapon equals the disc blades :) ummm now i'm gonna be completely honest, the disc blades are from deathbringer in wings of fire, they are like circles that are knives??? and i looked at the graphic novel and yeah they are just sharp circles lmao
I think in general I was really excited to draw a chainsaw lmao, I also switched up Black Opal's design a little (aviator jacket, different colors) but I love the blacklight/bowling alley carpet palette that he has.
I haven't actually seen steven universe but this has a bunch of my favorite things so I really like this AU (minerals, disco elysium, crossover aus) and phos's art is so cool <3
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httplovecraft1890 · 6 months
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Twiyor forgive me and I'll have to think up an equivalent for Loid, and viewers at home are encouraged to play along, but I'll go ahead and say that "May I have the honor of taking your wife?" is an incredible slash pickup line for Yor.
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crackshipsdaily · 2 years
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GLaDOS/Rick Sanchez
Requested by @snobgoblin
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sliebman10 · 11 months
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Sports Massage
(thanks for the idea, @bleepbloopbotz . Percy/Oliver, 163 words, @slashmultiverse )
"Would you come over here?" Percy said. He'd been watching Oliver since they'd got back from the match. He hadn't really thought much about how Oliver has twisted to make that last save, kicking the Quaffle away with his toes, while barely holding onto his broom.
"I'm fine," came the gruff response from the other bed in the dormitory. 
Percy rolled his eyes and went over to Oliver's bed, where he sat, clearly in pain. " Do you need to go to the hospital wing?"
"Leave me alone, Perce."
Percy drew him closer. "No," he said, softly, easing Oliver back against him. He pushed his fingers into Oliver's neck and began rubbing on a circle until the taught muscle underneath his skin began to soften and relax. He moved to his shoulders. A second soft moan escaped from Oliver's throat as Percy's fingers chased the tension from his shoulders as he massaged his shoulders, then his back. "Just relax," Percy murmured. "I've got you." 
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