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captainmvf · 6 months

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Purse X Krupp

Something something bodyguards make excellent muscle to hold you something something -

#mvf art #starlight express #stex #purse the money truck #krupp the armaments truck #moneygun #<<hopefully that’s the right ship name #cielfangirl1 #starlight express fanart #stex fanart

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foxgloveinspace · 3 months

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Hihi, idk if any of my current followers or mutuals have read my long time w.i.p. I Learned the Voices Died With Me, but I updated it today!

First chapter of you’d like to start it

Latest chapter of your caught up.

(Weird sci-fi Dune fic about Paul’s mind sending itself back in time to the age of 17, where he rewrites history and marries Feyd. I hope to finish writing it this month cause after almost a full year of being unable to properly write it I have been hit with inspiration to actually write on it woohoo).

#very much so #feyd x paul #feypaul #I think is their ship name?? unsure actually.#dune #I’m so sorry dune tag🤫#my writing #I haven’t seen part two yet hopefully maybe….. this weekend… if not I might have to wait for it to come out on Blu-ray.#might reread the book…. in between writing sessions.#I have lots of fic writing going on behind the scenes right now!

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whatkindofnameisella · 4 days

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Lost Causes (read here on ao3)

There were certain things you couldn’t have as a werewolf, and one of them was a lack of body hair.

Or, Angua shaves, Carrot is Carrot, and the two of them like each other very much.

(1.3k words of domestic fluff <3)

#discworld #terry pratchett #carrot/angua #night watch #idk ship names 😔 but the ao3 tag is lowkey up and banging so hopefully this finds the right people #i just think we should've gotten more scenes of them being cute and a couple together. is all im saying. terry. if your ghost even cares.#(that's a joke i pray to the shrine of terry pratchett nightly)#ella writes #was that my writing tag? i can't remember

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overtsexting · 5 months

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i haven’t been as active bcos head empty tgcf and i’m ranting abt that on main lol but

i have some Thoughts about swd and sqx. and also hx. [⚠️ MAJOR spoilers ahead ⚠️]

there’s something so fun to me about how swd is the water master and hx is a demon of water…

also the way bflf cannot possibly happen healthily makes me feel like there almost DEFINITELY could be some sort of psychosexual “haha why am i always attracted to people associated with water—wait what”

Anyway, imagine finding out that your best friend of centuries has been deceiving you and got close with you to get revenge on your brother, who you then learn defied nature and completely destroyed his life to protect you. Then your “best friend” takes everything from you that you were never meant to have, and kidnaps you to torture your brother. Kills your brother violently in front of you. But also maybe the friendship you had wasn’t… fake?

Imagine learning in one go just how violently overprotective your brother actually is, the extent to which he loves you despite how harsh and unkind he can be, the horrible things he’s done for you. Learning your best friend only befriended you and only exists to kill him. And then watching your brother die for you.

(Not to mention that many mortals believe you are your brother’s wife rather than his brother, and worship you as a couple!)

Fucked up love triangle if i’ve ever seen one!!!

#shipcest #shicest #this is their ship name right? or is there another one #fengshui would be fun lol but not exactly taggable #also swd is like. totally abusive to him lol. not ignoring that #that’s what makes it extra spicy and fucked up #beefleaf #tgcf #<- for organisation purposes. hopefully this doesn’t show up much in those tags #🐜s have somehow never found this blog and i’d like to keep it that way #also i’m so sorry this post is loaded with acronyms. if you know what they mean you know lol

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raazberry · 1 year

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is there like Any canon explanation as to why HAITHAM of all people invited kaveh to stay with him??? like i always assumed that since kaveh is his senior, he's the one who invited haitham or smth like that but apparently haitham asked kaveh to live with him????? there's no heterosexual explanation for this

#i wonder if they ever will explain it though because right now my explanation is Haitham Lgbt #i cant wait for kaveh release im going insane i need to know their history #hopefully haitham explains it a bit. i don't think that he'll have two voice lines about kaveh though #if anything it would be cyno or maybe nahida #but haitham please explain yourself i am in so much pain 😭😭😭#kavetham #haikaveh #idk what their actual ship name is #genshin impact #zzz

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garyfiddlesticksdammit · 9 months

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they were making pizza ☺️☺️ (I don't know how to draw)

roller skatesr ...skatesr

#barbie #the barbie movie #ken #hopefully i got the right ken #request from @a-barbie-girl-in-an-eah-world!!#barbie and ken #whats their ship name 😭😭

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fyeahnix · 10 months

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Brain went brr last night in the writing server so here's two little quick and unedited Wraith/Valk snippets.

I just think Wraith would easily Dom this relationship :]

#Apex Legends #Wraith #Valkyrie #Renee Blasey #Kairi Imahara #copilots #that's the ship name right???#writing #fanfiction #yes this is consensual behavior that should hopefully be obvious

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0xcoffeex0 · 10 months

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I wanted to do this because I thought it was sweet. Also Sherbet's Legendary Costume isn't here because he isn't even Legendary so yeah. Sorry to all Sherbet stans !!

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#Cookie run #Legendary Costumes #Legendary Cookies #Longantree #Windlotus #I am not gonna tag all those Legendary Costumes #cookie run comics #idk the ship name for Wind Archer and Lotus so hopefully I got that right #wholesome and precious moment <3 #Legendary chaos #*insert duvet by Boa*#this took me way longer than it should have

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bellarkeandclintashaandsuch · 11 months

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Shows I’m behind on

So Our Skyy 2 and Minato's Coin Laundry 2 made me realize just how many shows I'm behind on. So pinning this here to remind myself to work through these 😬

A non-exhaustive list:

Vice Versa (ep 11/12)

Unforgotten Night (ep 8+)

Minato’s Coin Laundry (ep 11/12 and season 2)

My Only 12% (ep 1+)

Ai Long Nhai (ep 6+)

Color Rush Season 2 (ep 8)

Flower of Evil (ep 10+) DONE

War of Y (last BewGus ep)

SCOY (ep 4+)

Gap (ep 1+)

La Cuisine (ep 3ish+)

Mouse (ep 4+)

About Youth (ep 5+)

Oh! My Sunshine Night (ep. 3+) IN PROGRESS

Love in the Air (was there a special ep?)

Big Dragon (ep 7/8)

Love Mechanics (ep 9/10)

Kei x Yaku (ep 3+)

Kill and Healer (ep 3ish+)

My Beautiful Man S2 (ep 2+)

Cherry Magic (ep 11/12 and movie)

Cutie Pie (ep 12 and season 2)

My School President (ep 8+)

Never Let Me Go (ep 6+)

Bedtime Story 609 (both ep 11s)

The Eighth Sense (ep 9/10)

A League of Nobleman (ep 14+)

Desire Catcher (ep 20+)

Star In My Mind (ep 7/8) I don't even remember what happens in this one

Sky in Your Heart (ep 1+)

Hard Love Mission (ep 1+)

Love Bill (ep 1+)

To Sir with Love (ep 1+)

My Ride (ep 3+)

My Tooth Your Love (ep 8+)

Even Sun (ep 6)

Still 2Gether (ep 3+)

Theory of Love (special ep)

My Secret Love (ep 10+)

Advance Bravely (ep 5ish+)

The Luminous Solution (ep 6)

Step by Step (ep 12)

La Pluie (ep 11-12)

I Will Knock You (ep 10+)

Ghost Host Ghost House (ep 4+)

Chains of Heart (ep 10)

Naked Dinner (ep 11/12)

Buddy Y Line (ep 2+) waiting to see how this one pans out

Love Tractor (ep 2+)

Love Stage (ep 7+)

Star Struck (ep 7/8)

Our Dining Table (ep 10)

Love Mate (ep 7+)

A Boss and a Babe (ep 8+)

House of Stars (ep 2+)

Senpai This Can't Be Love (ep 5+)

Takara-kun & Amagi-kun (ep 2+)

Tasty Florida (ep 7+)

The End of the World with You (ep 5+)

The New Employee (ep 5+)

Under the Skin (ep 9+)

What Zabb Man (ep 3+)

Cherry Blossoms after Winter (ep 5+)

Kieta Hatsukoi (ep 7+)

Stay by My Side (ep 3+)

Low Frequency (ep 2+)

Stay with Me (ep 5+)

Candy Color Paradox (ep 8)

Additions!

Laws of Attraction

Absolute Zero

D.P.

Bloodhounds

You Are Mine (ep 8+ and special ep)

Cherry Magic TH (ep 12)

Twins (ep 1+)

For Him

City of Stars

The Sign

Pit Babe

Playboyy (ep 12)

Memory in the Mirror (ep 6) DONE

#thai bl #kbl #vbl #these are mostly bls #but i've also never finished basically any usa network show that i started and many others #i thought i was doing well with bls but i guess not #i think the issue is when i can't binge watch them #then i start thinking like... this is the end of this show #there's no more of this after these last couple...#and then i can't watch #or sometimes i start it when i'm not in the right mood and then i can't continue #so i'm going to try to start binge watching these #starting with oh! my sunshine night #that one i stopped watching because i was afraid of the ending #which hopefully isn't bad i'm not 100% sure but already started rewatching 😬#and also i shipped rain with his rugby friend tony i think his name is instead the not-quite-bodyguard #which is crazy because i love best friends to lovers and the (not-quite-)bodyguard trope and they live together #so how could i not love that?#so i'm hoping some distance will allow me to love them #listing them out really puts in perspective just how much of a problem i have 😭

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mokulule · 8 months

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A Man has Needs part 1

This will hopefully be a short thing, maybe three or four parts. Silly with a small dash of angst for flavor. Also someone needs to stop me from starting new stories, instead of indulging my insanity.

Ship: Dead on Main (Jason/Danny)

It had been an exhausting Friday, people were out celebrating the weekend and payday both. To top it off it was prime petty crime weather too with no rain. It was a patrol that would never end. Crime Alley had really lived up to its name tonight.

Jason was exhausted. Not because anything had been particularly challenging or dangerous, but it had just been one very long night of constant stupid little crimes.

It was five in the morning and his bed was calling him. He’d already stashed his gear in storage on the roof and he was so close to being home he could practically feel the soft sheets, the promise of sleep. The open bathroom window was a bother when he was this tired. Maybe he should have just gone down to the street and walked in the door, but keys also seemed like such a bother right now and more stairs… No, window was fine, he was in.

Bed. Now.

He bumped into something outside the bathroom door. Fuzzily he looked down to see a moving box - odd. He yawned and rubbed his eyes, he’d deal with that in the morning. Bed, comfort, safe.

He stumbled into the bedroom when it turned out the door wasn’t properly shut just pushed mostly closed.

Okay check list. Boots off. What else? Pants off, shirt off. He’d pick up in the morning. Did he forget anything? Toothbrush. He glanced backwards halfheartedly, he’d already left the bathroom; bed was right there.

The bed won. Tomorrow he would deal with teeth.

Tomorrow…

He crawled under the sheets. Warm and nice and safe and mmmmh he snuggled closer to the source, breathing in mint and something biting like frosty morning air. His nose buried into soft short hair and breathed in deep again. Good. Amazing. Safe. Sated.

Sleep.

Oo o oO

Danny turned and stretched with a yawn. He frowned when something held him into place. Must have gotten himself caught in the sheets again. It wasn’t a problem, he just slipped away intangibly, rolling to the edge of the bed to reach blindly for the night table.

Where was the phone? It took him a moment but finally it connected with his hand.

He groaned when he saw the time, it was nearly midday. Jazz would frown at him for already messing his sleep schedule up, but he’d just wanted to get as much set up in his apartment as possible, that had to be an okay excuse? He turned back on his back and looked at the light dancing across the ceiling from the light breeze moving the curtains. Okay time to get up. He had another day of unpacking today.

He got out and stretched absently. He turned around intending to make his bed if only to look responsible for when Jazz would come later to see the apartment.

He turned and promptly clapped his hands over his mouth to contain the frightened scream.

There was a guy in his bed! How was there a guy in his bed?! Ancients, what the fuck?!

Wait.

Danny tilted his head, eyes trailed down the muscular and scarred back, to a well shaped butt, which the tight boxers did very little to hide, and then those thighs!

There was a hot guy in Danny’s bed!

Focus Danny. He shook his head and slapped himself for good measure. That wasn’t what was important right now - though those thighs… Ancients, Danny would happily die again crushed by them.

No!

What was important was somehow there was a (hot) stranger in his bed. Danny had not invited him, of that he was sure. He had been unpacking yesterday, there had been no consumption of ghost zone alcohol yesterday, which could otherwise explain the lack of memory.

Which meant the guy had for some reason entered Danny’s apartment and slept with him - in the boring ordinary sense, Danny lamented this fact quietly for a moment.

Danny wasn’t surprised he hadn’t woken up, he slept, well, like the dead. The only thing that would wake him was very loud noises (like his alarm or his Dad’s inside voice) or occasionally his ghost sense.

It wasn’t even that Danny was surprised to find a bedmate. It was rare that Danny slept alone these days. He was, no matter how you put it, a very powerful ghost and he gave off a lot of good concentrated ambient ectoplasm.

Sometime last year the blobs and animal ghosts in Amity had started to join him every now and then when he slept. According to Frostbite it wasn’t so strange. They fed on the energy he gave off and also benefitted from his presence, which apparently radiated safety.

At first he’d been woken up by his ghost sense every time, but he’d gotten to a point where he just subconsciously dismissed the sense when the ghosts in question didn’t have ill intentions.

So Danny wasn’t surprised he wasn’t alone. He’d expected a bit more time to pass before whatever weak ghosts might be around figured out he was here, but you don’t wake up six days out of seven with cuddly animal ghosts in your bed and get surprised by it.

No, Danny was surprised by the fact that it was a guy. A human. A person. With muscled arms and- Oh, Danny realized cheeks heating up, that probably hadn’t been the sheets he’d been stuck in earlier.

Danny covered his face with his hands and groaned in despair.

Why was there a guy in his bed? Why couldn’t there be a guy in his bed for normal reasons? Danny would have brought this guy to his bed for normal bringing a guy to bed reasons.

He crawled onto the bed intending to wake the stranger, but as he reached out for the guy’s shoulder he turned leaning into the touch and sighed like the weight of the world had just lifted off his shoulders.

Danny was frozen, staring at the point of contact. He could sense it now: the man’s malnourished ghost core.

Danny swallowed thickly, suddenly seeing the many scars on the man’s back in a different light and that pure white streak in the otherwise black hair, it all seemed so obvious now.

The man was a halfa, or halfa adjacent. Because that was definitely warm human flesh underneath Danny’s hand.

So incredibly, unbelievably, absurdly this was essentially the same situation as usual, except not at all, because this was a person. Humanoid ghosts and ghosts with human-like or above intelligence didn’t do this. There were social conventions in place and not to mention they were usually powerful enough on their own to not need the ectoplasm.

But this guy was malnourished. He probably never had a good stable source of ectoplasm to properly develop his metabolism. Also to Danny’s metaphysical senses he smelled like he’d done the ghostly equivalent of dumpster diving to survive. Danny’s ectoplasmic aura had to be like the siren call of a buffet table.

Shit.

New plan. Danny was not gonna embarrass the poor guy. The situation was weird enough as it was. Danny was just gonna act like this was normal. Danny woke up with guests practically every day.

This was a person, not an animal, therefore petting was out of the question, so coffee.

Coffee was normal to offer guests. Also Danny needed coffee. He nodded to himself in satisfaction and floated off the bed to enter his combined kitchen and living room. The coffee machine was the first thing he got set up yesterday, clearly smart of past Danny.

It wouldn’t be long before his guest awoke with Danny no longer in the room to supply passive ectoplasm.

Maybe his human stomach wanted food too?

Oo o oO

Jason woke up with his head and nose buried in a pillow that smelled wonderful and comfortable somehow. He breathed in deep, catching mint and that biting cold he vaguely remembered from last night. Now, however he wasn’t dead on his feet, he was awake, more rested than he remember feeling for a long time and his brain connected the details into very alarming facts:

This was not his pillow. This was not his bed.

He sat up, quickly taking in the bare white walls and the stack of emptied and flattened moving boxes leaning against the wall next to a built-in closet.

This was very much not his apartment.

There was a noise of a cupboard clanging shut and Jason’s head snapped to the door that was open just a crack; he was not alone.

Shit.

He jumped out of bed, bending his knees upon impact to soften the sound. He needed to leave. Where was his clothes? His gaze darted around and he hurried to pick up his discarded items of clothing as he found them. Somehow one of his boots had ended up under the bed.

Quickly he pulled on the jeans and the shirt, was he wearing a jacket yesterday? He didn’t remember. Boots on and then he was going out the window- except there was the scent of coffee and something in the air. What was that smell?

He found himself moving to the door instead. The door squeaked as he pulled it open and he froze, hand still on the door handle, when the sound drew the attention of the young man in the kitchen.

His hair was black and sleep tousled, he had a slender athletic build and as he walked around the kitchen island bearing two cups it became apparent he was just wearing boxers. Jason’s inspection ended on his legs, which were admittedly very nice. When he looked back up he found the man standing a cautious distance away and a cute pink blush stretched all the way from his cheeks to his chest. Sky blue eyes looked up a him from underneath slightly frowning brows.

“So, you’re awake,” the man opened with an admirable attempt at a smile considering the situation. There was a beat of silence in which Jason grasped for what to even say, then the man reached his hand forward offering one of the cups, “coffee?”

There were many a thing Jason could say or should say. Like, what the fuck? You’re just gonna offer the guy who broke into your apartment coffee? Or, I’m sorry I broke into your apartment (and bed!)? And, why do you sleep with your windows open and unlocked? This is freaking Crime Alley! Or, what is it that smells so good?

What he actually said was a quiet, “yes, please.”

The cup was warm in his hands as he sipped it. And clearly this was enough for the cute guy because his smile turned more real and he nodded to himself and walked back to the kitchen counter. Jason really hoped that didn’t mean the coffee was poisoned.

“Feel free to take a seat. I hope you like pop tarts, it’s kinda all that I have at the moment.” As if summoned the toaster made a swish noise popping up the tarts. Hesitantly Jason sat down at the small square table paired with two mismatched foldable chairs. He really should turn and jump out a window. There had to be some kind of reckoning coming. Maybe the guy really cared about hospitality and Jason would be questioned after the food? Maybe that’s what was going on.

But also strangely his gut was telling him he was safe here? He really had no clue what to do with that.A paper plate with a pop tart was set down in front of him and after setting down his own pop tart and coffee the man joined him.

Jason was supremely aware of the few inches between their knees. This wasn’t a large table after all and if he moved just slightly they would be touching. But why would he want them to be touching? Why was it so tempting?

Jason clenched his hands firmly and stared down at the pop tart, with an intensity born of the fact that for some reason he had to focus on not knocking knees with a stranger.

“You look at that poor pop tart as if you think it’s gonna explode, that’s not actually what pop tart means, you know.”

Jason looked up at the guy in disbelief.

He rubbed the back of his neck, “yeah that was terrible I know.”

Silence stretched between them and clearly embarrassed the guy hastily took a sip of his coffee and a bite of his pop tart avoiding Jason’s gaze.

Guilt twisted in Jason’s chest, not only did he invade his home he was also making him uncomfortable. His only comfort was the fact that the guy clearly wasn’t afraid of him.

Jason started eating the pop tart. For whatever the reason breakfast was part of the script the guy had decided on to make an attempt at normalcy. What else was Jason to do? He hadn’t fled when he had the chance and-

Oh-

The guy had shifted in his chair, one of their knees were touching, there was a spark and it felt like something uncurled inside him, a weight lifted. Jason blinked. This was…Mint and frost was a sting in his nose, a fullness in his chest. Goose bumps ran along his arms, and it tingled all the way to his fingertips.

Jason snapped his head up, but the guy was just looking at his phone sipping his coffee. As if he couldn’t feel the cold electricity between them. There was no way he could sit like that if he felt it? Was Jason just imagining it? He shuddered and moved slightly, just enough that they weren’t touching and instantly he regretted it. The wave of longing was almost enough to make his vision black out.

The guy looked up with a frown. “You okay, man?”

“Fine,” Jason said hoarsely, desperately focusing on the half eaten pop tart and taking another bite.

When the pop tarts were eaten and the cups emptied the man stood and Jason matched him. Jason wasn’t sure what he expected to happen at this point but it certainly wasn’t the guy, to walk over to his front door with a casual, “well I should get ready for the day.”It was a clear dismissal. An out for the whole strange situation. Jason stood up and walked over to the door.

The guy opened the door letting Jason out with a short electrifying clap on the back and a “Take care, man.”

Jason was left standing outside the door to the previously empty apartment 4A, several floors below Jason’s own top floor apartment. How did he ever mistake it for his own?

What was the deal with the guy’s touch and why did Jason crave it so desperately?

Unsettled. he started walking towards the stairwell. As he moved further away from the apartment the pull to go back lessened. It was still there, but it was replaced quickly by something else.

He felt rested, energized in a way he hadn’t felt in a long while. There was an urge to do something. He felt like he could take on the world - maybe even Sunday dinner at the manor tomorrow.

Jason laughed. Wouldn’t that surprise everyone?

He was so caught up in the euphoria of productivity and social interactions that didn’t go sour for the next couple of days, that he completely forgot about the strange Saturday morning.

If you liked this consider telling me your thoughts in the replies or tags, it is motivating. Now to hopefully write a bit on Catnip. Edit: Masterpost now up if you wanna subscribe

#dp x dc #dead on main #a man has needs #Danny is trying his best to pretend this is normal #and okay #Jason has no clue whatsoever.

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