#< brotp name not a ship

[jasontoddssuper]

Jason:Your prosthetic looks cool!

Sal,surprised but in a good way:Thanks!!!So does your helm-I mean,hood!

#if nobody makes content of my blorbos being friends I WILL BITCH #also in case you were wondering jason can tell it's prosthetic thanks to meeting so many disabled people on his travels :] #jason todd #sal fisher #guns and gearboys #< brotp name not a ship #robin #red hood #star sapphire jason #spider mutant jason #batfam #sally face #ntt #ditf #lost days #utrh #rhato #the outlaws #teen titans:damian edition #dead sidekicks force #team dual #the anomalies #salttd crew #they're both trans and bi and autistic and black and jason's also latino yes yup yes #letters from summer

[ganondoodle]

not meant as a direct call out to anyone but sicne it happened a few times in a row now

i dont ... like ... my work being tagged as 'zelink', i do not draw this ship, i have no problem with others shipping it but i personally cannot stand it (i love them as a brotp) and just because i put them both in a drawing when im doing some totk rewritten concepts it doesnt mean its meant as the ship :/

#ganondoodles talks #again im not trying to start discourse or whatever #i just dont like some of my work being tagged with a ship that isnt intented nor liked by me #i know some people use the ship name to also mean it as brotp kinda thing but usually it isnt #im one of those rare (?) people that desperately craves them as a brotp #but you can guess how many people see it as that lol #AGAIN im not trying to hate on anyone who likes it #i just dont #and it feels weird seeing that label on my art

[incorrectlco]

George: Normally, you’d use a computer to examine all the combinations, but in this case it was faster to write it out longhand until I found the right code.

Lucy, gently poking him in the cheek: He’s so lifelike.

#lockwood and co #incorrectlco #lockwood & co #incorrect quotes #incorrect lockwood and co #incorrect lockwood & co #lucy carlyle #incorrect l&co #george karim #what’s the ship name #my brotp #source: criminal minds #okay George and Reid #hilarious

[imogenkol]

— WIP WEDNESDAY

tagged by beloveds @socially-awkward-skeleton and @inafieldofdaisies thank you 💕💕💕

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It’s a Cal and Imogen week I guess! (some Survivor spoilers implied)

“Who are you trying to be, Imogen? A protector? A bounty hunter?” Cal paused, knowing the next word out of his mouth would push him closer to a very steep ledge. “Inquisitor?”

Imogen suddenly directed her glare towards him as her entire demeanor shifted to that of a predator who grew weary of their prey’s game. “Watch your tone,” she calmly warned, her muscles rigid.

Cal made no defensive movements. He bravely held her intense gaze and kept his shoulders relaxed. The little droid perched on his back, however, cowered behind him like it was afraid to see whatever happened next. “I still sense the Dark Side within you, but you haven’t tapped into it in a while. How long has it been?”

Imogen did not have to think hard to come up with an answer, but she remained quiet for a prolonged, tense moment before she indulged him with a response. “Since the uprising on Ferrix.”

“How long until you let yourself give in again?”

“Whenever it suits me, Jedi,” she snapped bitterly. 

Cal never reacted to the word Jedi being utilized as an insult. To him, it would always be a source of honor. Yet, Imogen noticed the faintest wince at the edges of his green eyes when his gaze dropped for half a second. “And you aren’t afraid that the next time you do, it will completely consume you? What if it twists you into something even more unrecognizable than before? What if you hurt the only people that mean anything to you?” 

Imogen's eyes narrowed. She took a step closer and reached through the connection to the Force between them. If he felt her prodding, he did not react. Almost immediately, she sensed something familiar – a slight waver in Cal. It resembled the shame and fear she once experienced as a Padawan who struggled to resist the call towards greater power. Just like that, she understood this seemingly random interrogation. 

“My anger and my hatred has been there much longer than yours, Cal,” she said in a low tone, each word methodical. “I have wielded the Dark Side far more successfully than you have. So do not disguise such questions by directing them at me when it is clear that you are asking for yourself.”

And also have a little bit of Haelheart cause I’ve been in bg3 land a lot lately and I really loved Shadowheart’s comments about the Underdark

Hael found herself at the furthest edge of camp where even the firelight could not reach her. She stared off into the endless chasm before her and reminisced about what it was like to stare up at the clusters of glowing fungi as a child. They stretched so high up around the stalactites that the ceiling could have been considered a sky of its own. Hundreds and even thousands of mushroom stars to make wishes on. If only she had spent them more wisely. 

“Is it strange?” a soft voice asked from behind her. Hael turned to see the source of her growing affections. Shadowheart smiled sweetly as she sidled up beside Hael with a goblet of wine in her hand. “To be home again?”

Home. The word felt like a hard blow to her chest. Hael never thought she’d return to the Underdark once she made her pact. She made peace with it and released the idea of this place being a home to her. Or so she thought. As she stared back out into the distance, a wistful ache twisted her insides. Maybe no one could let go of their home — not truly. 

“I suppose it is. I had not realized how much I missed it,” the drow admitted bashfully. “The sunlight above is so harsh. This darkness is gentle. It makes me feel safe.” She smiled crookedly at the cleric. “I know how ironic that must sound to you in this wretched place.” 

Shadowheart shook her head. “I think the Underdark is beautiful, Hael. I envy you to have grown up with a sight like this. It’s unlike anything you’ll find on the surface.”

#oc insp: imogen kol #brotp: a force to be reckoned with #uh oh they're starting to relate to each other someone call 911 #oc insp: hael ashwood #ship insp: haelheart #ayyy a ship name that's an actual mashup name for once #they're soft....and then they're mean... and then they're soft #like in the sour patch kids commercial

[vicontheinternet]

Elevenpond is something I hold so close to me. Like they are so special to me.

#doctor who #elevenpond #amy pond #rory williams #eleventh doctor #their family unit is special to me #I hold it near and dear to me #I know that elevenpond may be the ship name for him and Amy but I choose to stay delulu cause he called the the ponds #he called rory rory pond at his and amy’s wedding I chose to believe that it is the ship/brotp name of their nuclear family

[obitobleronecphd]

Can I request the Blind Specter and Cagney? Thank you if you do! Great art btw!

(@glitchtrapfan;

Got two asks for the same ship so I combined them)

I actually don't have any cuphead ships, but I love drawing Cagney, so I had fun drawing this xD

#Thx for the ask #The only 'ship' i have is my brotp Beppi and Dimmy... #cagney carnation #blind specter #ghostblossom #(nice shipping name btw) #Cuphead #Request #My art

[yersina]

👀 How about an AU where Han Yoojin was a sugar baby in order to make enough money to feed and house teenager Yoohyun (before Yoohyun became a S ranked hunter) while also having a flexible enough schedule to be able to spend so much time with his brother. From here, there's so many different ways this can go. Do we have Yoohyun who leaves his older brother behind, so Yoojin returns to sugaring - and he has a very rich and powerful sugar daddy? Yoohyun discovering & freaking out?

((sldkjfjsd the amount of actual sugar baby content in this is minimal, but uh, the spirit of it is kinda there??))

~~~

If Yoojin told anyone that he knew pro-tennis player Moon Hyuna, absolutely zero people would believe him, least of all himself. But the world is smaller than anyone would think, and when one of Yoojin’s high school friends hears that he’s in some financial trouble after his parents leave the moment he becomes of age, he points Yoojin in her direction with a shrug and says something to the effect of, “She’s nice, mostly, when you get to know her.”

A ringing endorsement.

Still, he’s starting to get desperate, and there’s only so much that a high school graduate with no time to earn a college degree and a teenager to support can do on his own. So he calls her, arranges a meeting, and heads to the restaurant that she suggests in the nicest shirt that he owns.

“So, Yoojin-ssi,” she says, collecting water droplets from her cup on her fingers and flicking them onto the tablecloth in the way that people do when they’re quite bored at a restaurant. “You need a few hundred more a month to help support yourself and your brother?”

It’s uncomfortable, having it put in stark terms like that, but he nods. “Just until he’s out of high school.” He should have enough by then to put Yoohyun through college.

Hyuna hums consideringly and takes a drink of her water. Yoojin watches her swallow apprehensively. “Okay,” she says decisively, setting the glass down on the table. “You said he just started high school, right?” Yoojin nods again. “I can do that. There are worse spending habits for an athlete to have,” she says, grinning.

The tension in Yoojin’s shoulders slowly relaxes. It’s not a contract or anything, he doesn’t know how long this promise will last, or even if Hyuna will change her mind as soon as they leave the restaurant, but. It’s something. “Does Hyuna-ssi want anything in return?” he offers. “It’d be very unfair, otherwise.” He’s a little concerned about what she might suggest, but Hyuna has been very generous so far, and she’s not… unattractive, and—

Hyuna grins and leans in. “I’ve been thinking about this for a while, and I think I have an idea. Yoojin-ssi, would you be comfortable pretending to be my boyfriend?”

Yoojin is already opening his mouth to agree when he actually processes what she says. “‘Pretend’?”

Hyuna waves a hand. “I’m at the age where my parents keep hounding me to start dating,” she says with a grimace, “but I’m not very interested in the idea. Never have been. And even if I was, you’re not my type. In any way.”

Oh.

Hyuna raises an eyebrow at him pointedly.

Oh. 

Well, that’s good.

“I think that’ll be fine,” he says, not bothering to hide his relief. It doesn’t even feel that embarrassing when Hyuna laughs. 

“So, Yoojin-ah,” she says, propping her head up on a hand and looking at him through half-lidded eyes. Yoojin is starting to get the strong sense that he’s going to have to start growing some more backbone in this relationship if he doesn’t want Hyuna to just bulldoze over him. “Now that we’re dating, should you call me noona?”

“Hyuna… noona,” he says, and winces when she laughs at him again. 

“It’s okay, we’ll work up to that one,” she says brightly. “Now, what do you want to order?”

-

To his surprise, Hyuna sends him a contract a few days later with some more details on what their agreement will actually entail, written in surprisingly formal and official-sounding language. “You might want to get it looked at by a lawyer or something,” she suggests seriously. “Especially since it involves money.”

Yoojin doesn’t have the guts to take something like this to a lawyer, especially since it has section titles like ‘Duties of the Pretend Relationship’ and ‘Physical Boundaries of Relationship’, but he does look it over carefully himself and makes sure to bring up any questions that he has with her. 

“Why is there a clause in the section about the pretend relationship about cooking?” he asks one weekend, balancing his phone between his ear and his shoulder as he slices a mushroom.

Hyuna groans, loud enough that it crackles over the connection. “My mom is one of those old fashioned people who thinks I should take care of all the housework and do all of the cooking, so whenever she sees us together, you should always mention my food or let me cook.”

“Oh.” Come to think of it, his own mother had always been the one to cook in his family too, even if Yoojin was convinced that his father was better at it. “If you ever want me to cook, I can cook for you.”

Hyuna laughs. “We’re not actually dating, Yoojin-ah, I think you’ll be fine.”

“Right.”

Just as Yoojin starts to flounder for another topic of conversation, Yoohyun pops his head into the room. “Hyung, who are you talking to? Hyung, how many times have I told you that you’re going to get a cramp if you keep trying to talk on the phone in that position?”

“Is that your brother?”

Yoohyun jogs over and tugs the phone from between Yoojin’s ear and shoulder, putting it on speakerphone and setting it on the counter. “Thanks, Yoohyun-ah,” he says, ruffling Yoohyun’s hair, before answering Hyuna. “Yeah, this is Yoohyun. Say hi.”

“Hi,” Yoohyun says, sounding confused.

“Hi, Yoojin’s brother!” Hyuna chirps.

“...who are you?” he asks hesitantly. Yoojin has approximately half of a second to recognize the impending doom, and then he’s rushing to push him out of the kitchen.

“I’m your brother’s—”

“Oh, look, Yoohyun-ah, you’re still not done with your homework!” Yoojin shouts loudly over whatever lies Hyuna is telling over the phone. “You should get back to that!”

Yoohyun, visibly confused, still obediently returns to his room. He pauses at the entrance to his room, though, one hand on the doorframe. “Does hyung like her?” he asks, and there’s a gravitas in the question that makes Yoojin consider the question carefully. 

“She likes to joke around a lot, but she’s a good person,” he says after a pause. He’s not sure if the pretend aspect of their relationship should extend to his own family too. Maybe that should be added to the contract. “Yoohyun doesn’t need to worry about her.”

Satisfied with that, Yoohyun turns back to his homework and Yoojin returns to the kitchen. Hyuna, shockingly, is still on the call. “Yah, Yoojin-ah, you better not leave me alone again next time,” she squawks when Yoojin greets her. Yoojin goes through the motions of promising not to do that again, but he thinks that deciding to stay on the line speaks more than her words.

-

Hyuna sends him two payments before she asks him to attend a family dinner with her. “I just brought it up with my family for the first time, so they want to meet you,” she complains over a bowl of jjajangmyeon. 

Yoojin swallows a bite of his own jjamppong before replying. “It’s just a dinner, right?”

“Yeah. It’ll be my mom and dad, and maybe my younger sister if she decides to come. I’ll let you know what her decision is later.” Hyuna suddenly slaps a hand on her thigh. “I just remembered—what do you do for a living? My parents will ask and I don’t want to be caught off-guard.”

Yoojin bites his lip. “I… work a few jobs right now,” he hedges, not quite wanting to come out and say it.

Hyuna cocks her head to the side, like a hawk intent on catching its prey. Yoojin avoids her gaze and takes another bite of his noodles. Hyuna is the person that Yoojin is probably the most vulnerable with—out of necessity, by their agreement, but it still feels painful to try to reveal that part of himself purposefully. “I can send you more money, you know.”

Yoojin jerks his head up. “Noona!”

She shrugs. “I earn enough that it’s really not too big of a burden to me. I have brand deals during the tournament off season, and I’m still a high-ranking championship player.” She grins at him unabashedly. “Seriously. Let me know if you need more.” She doesn’t insist after that, just leaves the offer open, and that’s what makes Yoojin stop and consider.

“Not right now, but… maybe later,” he says slowly. If he takes more money, then he can work less and spend more time with Yoohyun. 

Later. He’ll think about it later. 

“Okay.” Hyuna takes a bite of her lunch and turns the conversation back in the direction of her family’s dinner. Yoojin once again lets out tension that he didn’t know he was holding, and wonders if this is something like trust.

The dinner ends up going fine.

-

“Did you know that your sister calls me for homework advice now?” Yoojin calls to where Hyuna is sitting on her couch, scrolling through Netflix for the movie that she insisted on showing Yoojin. 

“Really?”

“She called me last night to ask about how to solve quadratic equations.” Yoojin grabs another set of chopsticks from Hyuna’s utensil drawer and heads over to the living room with the pot of ramyeon. “She’s your sister, why isn’t she calling you about this?”

“Hey, the two years between us is a long time to spend forgetting about math you did seven years ago,” Hyuna protests. “I didn’t even learn it that well when I was in school myself.”

“Noona is a true jock, huh?”

Hyuna grabs a throw pillow off of the couch and swats Yoojin in the head with it. “Hey, don’t be a brat.” Yoojin is still gracious enough after this to offer her the extra pair of chopsticks and sit down next to her on the couch. “Okay, have you watched any of the other movies in this series?”

“No,” Yoojin tells her truthfully. Hyuna stares at him. “What? I haven’t!”

“Ooookay,” she says slowly, exiting the title screen of the movie and selecting a different one. “We’re starting from the beginning then.”

“Why can’t we just watch the other one?”

“And miss all of the context?”

“I looked up the reviews before coming over and the consensus seems to be that it’s just a mediocre action movie.”

“So? It can still have context.”

Yoojin snorts, but he’s sitting on Hyuna’s couch in Hyuna’s apartment, eating Hyuna’s ramen from Hyuna’s pot with Hyuna’s chopsticks, so he figures that he doesn’t really have a leg to stand on. If she really wants to watch a mediocre action movie so badly, well, he has enough experience doing that with Yoohyun.

It’s different though, he finds about twenty minutes into the movie. Yoohyun likes to watch movies quietly, in a movie theater if possible, and hates it when anyone talks during them. Hyuna, on the other hand, talks to the characters as if they can hear her, has entire conversations with Yoojin after which they have to hastily rewind the video, and comments on Yoojin’s cooking ability loudly while eating the ramyeon. 

Hyuna is a friend, he realizes all at once while he’s watching her shout at the TV. A friend who is a professional tennis player and sends him money every month and tells her family that she’s dating him. 

It’s not a bad feeling.

-

Hyuna is the first person that he thinks to contact after he watches Yoohyun break a table by stumbling into it and walk right out of the door without listening to anything that Yoojin tried to say to him. 

“Hey, Yoojin-ah,” she says when she picks up, voice… odd. “Not that I don’t like getting calls from you, but this better be important.”

Fuck. He gives in to the urge to curl up towards his knees where he’s sitting on his bed. “Noona,” he says shakily. 

“Oh, Yoojin,” she says, soft in a way that she rarely ever is, even around him, and Yoojin feels the unstable foundation holding him up unravel just a tiny bit more. “What’s wrong?”

“He—” is all he manages to get out before his throat closes up and refuses to let anything out. He’s not sure that he even has anything to say concretely. All he can do is replay that moment that Yoojin begged Yoohyun to stop and explain what was going on, and all Yoohyun did was leave. 

Hyuna lets the pause linger for a long time. Longer, Yoojin is sure, than is polite. Than most people would. Yoojin still can’t make himself say anything. “Yoojin-ah,” she says, and she sounds tired. Yoojin feels awful—she must’ve had a long night or something, and he’s making it worse. “I’ve got—you caught me at a really bad time. It’s… a miracle I managed to pick up the phone, actually.” He catches her muttering something like literally, but it’s hard to tell over the connection. “I can come over later?”

Yoojin inhales a shaky breath and hates himself a little bit for feeling like he’s going to fall apart over such a little thing. He shouldn’t need Hyuna to put aside time for him, right? He should just be able to accept that Yoohyun just… needed to go, right? He should be used to people leaving him, right? He can accept that. He can. He should. “Yeah,” he says quietly instead, because he’s talked to Hyuna about this before, and tries to let himself feel relieved about it. “Yeah, that would be—please. Do you know… when?”

Hyuna groans quietly. “Not really,” she says. Yoojin can hear the unspoken apology in her voice. “I’ll explain it later, but I, uh, probably shouldn’t be around anyone right now. I’ll let you know as soon as I can go over, though, okay?”

“Is there anything I can do to help?” Yoojin asks, now concerned. “If your thing is more important—”

“I don’t think either of our things is more important, really,” Hyuna interrupts. “But my thing is keeping me from helping you with your thing, so I gotta deal with it first.”

It seems so simple, when she puts it like that. “Okay,” Yoojin says. He knows this is the point in the conversation when he should hang up, but he can’t bring himself to say the words.

“Yoojin-ah,” she says, fond, and Yoojin feels like he has an actual older sister when she takes that tone with him. “I’ll see you soon.”

“Bye, noona,” he croaks, and makes himself press the end call button. 

He’s not really sure what happens after that, but at some point, he gets a text from Hyuna. Gonna take longer than expected, sorry, it says. 

That’s okay, he tells himself. 

It still doesn’t stop him from being overly aware of how the apartment is quiet again after five years. 

-

In the end, it’s better that she takes two days to come over, Yoojin decides. It takes a while for everything to sink in, anyway, and to realize that Yoohyun really isn’t coming back. He left a few—a lot, really—messages on Yoohyun’s phone, but he doesn’t get any calls or texts back, even though Yoohyun’s never done that before. 

“Yo,” she says when Yoojin opens the door. “You look different,” she immediately adds, frowning at him. Yoojin is too busy trying to figure out if there’s something different about her too. Something feels different, but he’s not sure what. “Bad,” she clarifies after a moment. “You look bad.”

“Thanks,” Yoojin deadpans, and lets her into the apartment. “What was the thing that you had to take care of?”

She ignores his question in favor of asking her own after glancing around. “Hey, where’s Yoohyun? I thought he’d be with you.”

And right at that moment, Yoojin abruptly realizes that he is less okay with what is going on than he thought he was approximately two seconds ago. “Yoohyun… He, uh. He’s not here,” is what he manages to say, because admitting that Yoohyun left feels like admitting that Yoojin still thinks about the way his back looked as he let the door close behind him.

“Yeah, that’s what I just said,” Hyuna says, turning around to give Yoojin a weird look before doing a double take as soon as she sees his face. “Whoa, okay. Did something happen to Yoohyun?”

Yoojin doesn’t know, and that’s the worst part. “I’m not sure,” he says, and he just feels… exhausted, now. That’s not even why he made Hyuna come over, and he already feels scooped hollow. “I don’t think I can talk about this right now, noona. What happened while you were on the call with me?”

She gives him a look that says she knows what he’s doing and very deliberately allowing it. “You wouldn’t believe me,” she says and continues regardless. “Look at this.” And then she reaches over and bends Yoojin’s lamp into a coil.

Yoojin’s ability to comprehend any of what’s going on is practically non-existent, so he sets aside the disbelief that weakly raises its head and instead points at the lamp. “I bought that lamp myself, don’t hurt it,” he protests nonsensically. Hyuna carefully untangles the stand and sets it back down on its base, though her handprints are still twisted into the metal. 

He makes sure to carefully listen through the rest of her explanation, her description of her skills and stats and everything that sounds like it’s out of a manhwa or a webnovel. Part of him, though, is still devoted to thinking about the fingerprints that Yoohyun left dented into his bedroom door and the table that still lies broken next to the window. 

-

“Hey, Yoojin-ah.”

“Yeah?”

“Your brother’s a hunter.”

-

“Noona.”

“Your brother’s an idiot, Yoojin-ah.”

“Are the headlines true?”

“Yeah. He’s calling it Haeyeon.”

***

Hyuna likes to think of herself as an easygoing person, generally. Straightforward, at least, if she can’t manage easygoing. It’s why she likes Yoojin: even if the start of their relationship couldn’t be called conventional by any standard, it was straightforward and easy to understand, and Yoojin has never complicated anything about it. 

She even liked his brother for a while, though they never really ran into each other. They were united by their fondness for Yoojin, and that made it simple enough to get along. 

Now, though, Hyuna kind of wants to rip his face off.

“Moon Hyuna-ssi,” he says coldly. She doesn’t know how she ever thought he could be cute. “Breaker Guild may have the most members, but that doesn’t automatically entitle you to the most dungeons.”

“Doesn’t it?” She leans back in her chair and kicks up her feet because she knows that it pisses him off to no end. “More people means I can handle more dungeons, which means better safety for the people of Seoul. Or did you forget that we’re here to protect people, Haeyeon Guild Leader?” 

Yoohyun grinds his teeth, but he knows that she’s got him there. The Hunter’s Association still acts as the tiebreaker in any guild disputes, and with that defense, he doesn’t have any way of refuting. 

The meeting ends shortly after, but Yoohyun hangs back and gestures for Hyuna to do the same. She debates flipping him off and leaving anyway, which usually puts her in a good mood, but she’s about to head to lunch with Yoojin, and looking at him after she does anything mean to his brother always makes her feel guilty. “What do you want, Haeyeon Guild Leader?” she sighs. She hopes Yoojin appreciates this, even though she’ll never tell him about it.

He glares. “Explain why you’re always the last person to continue protesting any of Haeyeon’s activities. Even when everyone else agrees, I can trust that you’ll disagree.”

“Hm.” She taps a finger to her chin. “Maybe I just really want to piss you off. Have you thought about that?”

He growls and goes for his sword, which is exactly why all of them have stopped bringing their weapons to these meetings. When his hand grasps air, he clenches his hands into fists instead. “We barely even know each other,” he says. Hyuna almost laughs in his face. “Why does it matter to you so much?”

“‘Why?’” She leans in closer and sends a silent apology to Yoojin for what she’s about to say. Let’s just not involve him, he’d said tiredly after she’d finally managed to pry the very short story out of him. She knows there’s more there, more in their past that Yoojin refuses to talk about, but Yoohyun’s involvement in it was brief. Yoohyun… he can do what he wants, but we can stay friends, right? “Yoohyun-ah,” she coos, and enjoys watching him coil backwards in disgust. “Listen to me, okay? I’m about to go have lunch with your lovely brother, who misses you very much. He doesn’t really talk about you anymore, but he likes it when I give him updates on how you’re doing sometimes. Actually, not much of our conversation revolves around you nowadays, but I can tell you hurt him a lot, Yoohyun-ah.”

She takes a great amount of petty pleasure in watching him flinch. He believes her, of course. There’s no reason not to when he knows that she’s been Yoojin’s friend for years now. “You have lunch?” he asks. There’s a lost note to his confusion, like he genuinely can’t understand how she’s managed to do that.

She nods. “At least twice a week when I’m not in a dungeon.” 

“Doesn’t he have work?”

Hyuna doesn't know how much Yoojin had chosen to reveal to Yoohyun back when their arrangement had first started, but she’s guessing the answer is not much. That part of their past isn’t her place to reveal, but now— “Yoohyun-ah, you know as much as I do that the salary of an S-Rank is more than enough to support one extra person.”

He bares his teeth at her like a cornered cat. “Stop calling me that.”

This conversation is over, anyway. “Yoohyun-ah,” she says, because seeing Yoohyun angry at her makes up just a little bit for the way Yoojin still looks at Yoohyun’s bedroom door when he thinks she isn’t paying attention. “Get your head out of your ass.”

And then she leaves, because it’s not her job to help Yoohyun realize that his brother still loves him in spite of everything.

#anon ask #sina writes #sctir #s classes that i raised #this was born entirely from my desire to not write jinjae for a change lmaoo #hyuna + yoojin is my new brotp after writing this #do hyuna and yoojin have a ship name i've just been calling them moonjin in my head #think abt it tho!! #hyuna who deliberately chooses to stay w yoojin even after awakening vs yoohyun who chose to leave #operation give hyj a support network #in yh's defense tho he awakens w the ability to crush mountains w his bare hands and is terrified of hurting his brother #he just.. never comes back afterwards

[potionboy3]

alexej kavinsky & lunas avery | ww1 era

this duo was so much fun to draw! no i'm not obsessed.

lunas belongs to the lovely @cursed-herbalist ❤️ (about a time i draw one of yours!)

#alexej kavinsky #lunas avery #hp ww1 era #my art #this is a special thank you for less for always helping me with writing! ❤️ #i kinda want to give them a brotp ship name

[amazingmsme]

opt ask game with Blinky and Bill?

Otp ask thing .7 with watcher partners <3 (blinky & bill)

Ask & ye shall receive!

1. Who’s more ticklish?

I feel like Bill would be more ticklish, he just seems so giggly

2. What kind of tickles are they sensitive to?

Light tickles are most effective for both of them & it’s the cutest thing everrr

3. Which role (lee/ler) does each of them hold?

Bill just gives off such a strong lee vibe, so Blinky is more often the ler

4. How did they discover each others’ ticklishness?

They were cuddling & Blinky’s fluff kept tickling Bill & making him giggle. Bill found out Blinky was when he was trying to give him a massage

5. Who’s more likely to instigate a tickle fight?

Bill tries to be more playful, so I think he would

6. How often do they tickle each other?

Definitely a few times a week

7. Who’s the least likely to ask for tickles?

This is a tough one because Blinky ain’t as shy as you’d expect, but when your competition is Bill Woodward, literal open book, then yeah, you can’t beat him. He’ll ask for it whenever the mood strikes, whereas Blinky asks when he gets desperate

#asks #anon ask #brotp ask meme #hatchetfield headcanon #lib headcanons #nightmare time headcanons #tgwdlm headcanons #bill x blinky #don’t know the official ship name #bill woodward #blinky #bliklotep #lords in black #tgwdlm #nightmare time #hatchetfield #hatchetverse

[etoilesbienne]

people have been calling bbh + quackity BBQduo since they first talked to each other on the dreamsmp 😭

oh its got duo on the end thats why. ywah ive genuinely never seen this but i guess not many people besides me and the like 4 other ppl i know of even talk about them together at the end of the day

#asks #i dont use duo names on purpose anyway LOL #sue me but ship names used to be used for brotps too. idgaf

[thereisnolumos]

Harry and Neville should have been best friends in the books. So much. Especially considering the prophecy. Like Neville and Harry have this bond because of the Prophecy and its never ever fully addressed. They give me twins separated by birth vibes. And like Jk Rowling never does anything with it! Like I'm not only saying this cause of my dislike of Ron(even though has proven he is way more competent and useful than Ron). But their parents knew each other. They both lost their parents. And got stuck with relatives that are very mean.

They totally give of the “we were supposed to be brothers” vibes. Hell, they’re born a day apart (I headcanon that they were actually born a minute apart, Neville at 23:59 on July 30th and Harry at 0:00 on July 31st)

If their parents survived or if Sirius was raising Harry (as it should been) they would absolutely be the bffs, “we literally grew up together” kind of thing. Longbottoms were in the Order, so Potters and Sirius and Remus definitely knew them. Alice and Lily got pregnant at the exact same time, that ought to have brought them close. That’s actually smth I can never get behind in fanfictions with “Sirius raising Harry” plot, is when they make Ron someone he would grow up with. Weasleys weren’t part of the Order, they didn’t fight in the first war, so there weren’t any way why Sirius would know them close enough for it. Molly’s brothers were in the Order, but that’s giving “6 degrees of separation” thing.

And Neville is a better wizard than Ron. More powerful for sure. He managed to be okay enough to pass 5 years in school (including OWL’s exams) and even excel in DA practices with the wand that didn’t choose him (his fathers) which shows an incredible level of skill and magic. I’m pretty sure that once he got HIS wand he became unstoppable in every single subject.

There could be so much depth put in their relationships, starting with shared trauma of becoming an orphan and living in a family that didn’t particularly like you/thought you weren’t enough (Neville’s uncle thrown him out the window to get a magic outburst out of him for fucks sake, they all almost killed him, what kind of family was it???) going to the dilemma of “what is worse: to loose your loved ones completely or for them to be alive but never live?” and the healing together, and the hurt of “why me and not him/why him and not me” (my heart breaks even thinking of how powerful that plot line could’ve been, how absolutely soul shattering and yet hopeful bcs they would always stick together… THE POTENTIAL)

If only JKR would’ve been a good writer and a decent human being. But she’s neither

#neville longbottom #harry potter #brotp #brotp: Neville and Harry #brotp: Lightning Mandrake #don’t mind the last one just tried to come up with the name for them #do anyone else remember the time when ships used to have actual names not just the names of the pairing smashed together?

[leap-loves]

Sleep Mode - Cyborg 009 [ Alpha-Numeric ]

A little drabble I did with my Cyborg 009 OC, Ashley! I figure she ends up really fond of Ivan because baby!! So... here's a thing! And so far all of her relationships are platonic!

~

Ashley groaned, hearing the voices of her friends grow louder as they fussed with each other, even over her humming. Although she could just make out the voices, she couldn't figure out what was being said. So time to investigate! 

She opened the door to the room she'd claimed as hers, and the voices instantly became clearer. 

"-on Ivan! Stop being difficult!" Jet complained, the first voice she could make out clearly. 

She wasn't part of the conversation, so she's not sure what Ivan responded with, but she has a feeling that it wasn't relenting to whatever is being asked of him. 

"I still say we should try one of my-"

"No, G.B., we are not letting you put on a whole show to try and get him to sleep. Even if it’s good for boring someone to sleep." 

G.B. threw his hands up in frustration “None of you have any taste!” He grumbled, seeming to give up on the situation and storming out of the room, nearly running into Ashley on the way out. 

“Oh, Ashley! Perfect timing! Do you think you could help?” He pleaded, even taking her hands into his own with a firm squeeze and hopeful look. 

“What’s going on?” Ashley asked, peeking into the room finally to see Ivan now in Chang’s arms, being rocked to… less than successful results. 

“Ivan’s being fussy and even admitted he’s tired, but he’s fighting every attempt we make to get him to sleep. Chang’s already tried ensuring he’s well fed, his diaper is fine, and lullabies aren’t working! Francoise is resting after last mission, so we can’t ask her for help either…” 

Ashley gently freed her hands from G.B.’s grip to go over, gently offering to take Ivan from Chang, who passed over the fussy cyborg with ease and relief. 

“Why don’t you want to sleep?” She asked, settling Ivan against her chest so he’d be well supported. 

Ivan was quiet, as though not wanting to answer. Or perhaps trying to figure out how best to verbalize it? Who knows, with this group. Probability was high for either answer. 

So she waited, taking to swaying absently as the others watched her, G.B. even biting his nails anxiously. 

“I don’t want to be asleep if something happens.” Ivan eventually answered telepathically, Ashley finally being allowed into the entirety of the conversation. 

“Ahh that makes sense.” Ashley hummed. “Anxiety sucks like that. But you don’t need to worry.” She reassured, giving him a smile. 

“But-”

She cut the psychic off before he could continue. “No buts. You have nothing to worry about. The probability of anything happening right now is extremely low, less than a single percent. And even should something happen, do you anticipate this being one of your longer sleeps?”

Ivan still didn’t seem convinced, his cheeks puffed out uncertainly around his pacifier. 

“As much as we are recuperating, so is Black Ghost.” She reminded “They know we’re licking our metaphorical wounds, and are unlikely to attack. As a result, they aren’t likely to try and provoke us. And even if they should, we’re still good about keeping watch.” 

“Everyone needs rest, you’re all exhausted.” Ivan countered, at least not fussing as much as he had been with the others, much to their relief. At this point, they’re just watching this conversation unfold in awe, and a bit of jealousy. Of course he settles down for Ashley after pitching a fit for the three of them. 

Ashley just quirked a brow at Ivan, moving to sit down on the couch. “You’re exhausted too, Ivan.” She countered, her tone gentle but firm. She continued to sway slowly as she thought, absently patting his back as she thought. “How about this, I’ll take watch. I won’t be sleeping anyways, so it’s the most productive use of my time. And I can keep you with me, so you can be the first to know if something happens.” She offered. 

Ivan didn’t have any arguments to that, seeming to relent as he leaned into her chest more properly. 

“I thought so.” She laughed softly, switching to rubbing his back as she situated an extra blanket around him, turning her attention to the guys. “Do one of you mind giving me a lift to the roof in a bit?” She asked. “I’m going to go grab my music, then head outside”

G.B. gave her a playful salute. “But of course! Are you sure you’ll be okay up there?”

Ashley waved her hand slightly to dismiss the concern. “I’ll be fine.” She reassured “Like I said, I’m going to be awake anyways. You three go get some rest.” 

Jet and Chang both obediently went to get some rest, since Ivan was clearly handled. Ashley went up to her room and grabbed her music player and a light jacket, situating them around Ivan and his blanket. She went out to the front yard, where G.B. was waiting. 

Once he saw her, he transformed into a spring, anchored on the roof. She carefully grabbed onto him, allowing herself to be pulled up to the roof, only managing to land steadily through practice, and G.B. maneuvering himself juuuust to be careful. Ashley’s not the most cautious, after all. 

Once reaching the roof, she took her station at the top, ensuring that Ivan was secure and comfortable against her chest. She put on one half of the headphone, looking around to ensure she has a good view of everything. 

“Thank you for the lift, G.B.” She said, looking to him once she was sure that she was settled. “You go get some rest too, okay?” 

“Alright. But if you need anything, don’t hesitate to ask. We’re just a shout away.” G.B. reminded, getting ready to hop down once he got his acknowledgement that she did hear him. When she nodded and gave a playful two fingered salute, he nodded in return and hoped down from the roof to go inside. 

After hearing G.B. head inside, Ashley waited a few moments longer before speaking again. “You can relax now, Ivan.” She spoke softly, still looking around on alert. “Everyone is resting, and safe inside. I’m on watch, and you’re right here with me. Safe, but close enough that I can wake you first if something happens. You know as well as I that I won’t be sleeping at least until after breakfast anyways, so you don’t have to worry about me falling asleep on the job or anything either.” 

Ivan hummed and snuggled closer, letting himself relax more at her words. She’s not wrong after all. She’s no psychic, but he can’t deny that her analysis hit the nail on the head this time. 

She started to quietly hum along to her music, her arms wrapped securely around him with a light squish. Having him close, being able to feel him breathing under her arms and through the blankets, honestly helped her own anxiety. She’s not having to look around frantically, jumpy at every tiny noise. 

She’s not sure how long it takes for her to check on him again properly, but she’s relieved to see him sound asleep, and without fuss. Good. 

At least one of them will be well rested come morning. And she has a sneaking suspicion she’ll feel rather refreshed for once too. 

#text post #my writing #brotp: Just A Baby #brotp: Gotta Go Fast #brotp: Why Mom Doesn't Fucking Love You #Brotp: Fre Sha Vacado #Yes all of her ship names are memes #I am very proud of these #And don't look too hard at this #All of my drabbles get written and that's it #no editing because I'm lazy #cyborg 009 #Ashley #ashley sanders #Cyborg A

[set-wingedwarrior]

What does a bitch have to do to get her fucking platonic content

#STOP TAGGING ANY CHARACTER INTERACTION AS SHIP I BEG YOU #I AM SO TIRED #AND STARVED OF CONTENT FOR MY BROTPS #I FILTER ALL THE SHIP NAMES STOP TAGGING UNAPPROPRIATELY

[skys-oc-corner]

Slipping Through My Fingers- Laetitia

Because after @muchadoaboutcj gave me Letty angst fuel with a "what if she died" idea I had to do something with our faves

HAPPY ANGST EVENING <3333

#oc; Laetitia #oc; katherine #oc; henry #brotp; closer than sisters #otp; letty and henry #they need a proper ship tag with a name soon but shhhhhh #~𝑰𝑭 𝑴𝑼𝑺𝑰𝑪 𝑩𝑬 𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑭𝑶𝑶𝑫 𝑶𝑭 𝑳𝑶𝑽𝑬 {songs} #my edit #video edits

[b4kuch1n]

yo quick question why is your hpyu tag Drift Compatible

oh that's because that's not their ship tag! I've kept the custom of using ship tags for character/character stuff and my own tags for character+character stuff. if you're asking about the meaning of it, it's because I think of hop and gloria specifically as 'one person spanning two', they know each other so well asking one of their opinion on something's practically asking both and they can command each other's pokemon team without needing any preambles. there's also that joke I gave them of them acting like they look exactly the same and someone can only tell them apart by really obscure minute details, I am very fond of that one still :]

#ask #bakuspeech #if you check back you can see I tag raihan/milo which is applinshipping #and sonia/nessa which is aquaheartshipping #and gloria/marnie which is. gothgfshipping. gods I can Not get over that one #I like! old school shipnames like those tho. they stick to my brain #but otherwise with what they call 'brOTP' in ye olden days I use my own tags lol #it's of course more complicated than that. ao3 uses a system with similar distinction and boy oh boy. do I have a headache abt it #due to writing almost exclusively qpr/non-romantic love shit #inevitably folks who walk into a ship tag carry with them expectations! which is what I'm not super into like. caring about lol #so I just line my own floor and lay in here. it's cozy it's warm. it's my floor I scribble on it #but yeah you can see the same logic with my leon+raihan+sonia tag #which is ''three parts of a whole idiot'' #tho in their case I don't even know their ship tag lmao I've been here probably since before it..... #but yeah. if you ask about an organizational tag's meaning uhhh dw abt it. dw abt it!! its fine #it's just gonna be what I can remember lmao every time I make up a name I have to offer it to the brain like a tithe #and if the brain doesn't care for it it just won't stick #such is. the life of the baku. sad! well there are other frogs #but yeah fjksdhf hope this. answers your question!

[therulerofallpotatos]

My multishipping is always recruiting so my ot3 of this show is definitely Annie/Jeff/Abed. I love every individual ship from these three and so of course I also love the ot3 version. 

#ironically i'm not super crazy about Trobed #I like it but I'm also just a bigger fan of that being a brotp #jabed #jannie #abedison #jeffannie #jeff/annie/abed #i couldn't find their ship name #jabedison #?