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unicornletters · 6 months
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treat my boy like a fancy little princess - platonic izzy x reader, focus on izzy x frenchie, post s2
You’d hardly know Frenchie is the captain of this vessel, with the way he asks Izzy about nearly any decision he makes and brings him coffee and treats and literally sits at the man’s feet. Foot. It’s endearing as hell, obviously, both to Izzy and to everyone else on board, but it does make the chain of command feel a little…wobbly. 
No one’s quite sure how to navigate it, so the protocol that’s evolved is that you ask Frenchie something first, you get told to ask Izzy, you ask Izzy, and you confirm the answer is in accord with Frenchie’s vision as a captain. Quick decision-making is not an option.
Luckily, on the rare occasion there’s an actual raid instead of some kind of scam or extended fuckery, Izzy is indisputably in charge.
Frenchie can fight, sure, at least kind of. He had to learn during the Kraken’s reign. But his weird sharp claws and feral instincts don’t hold a candle to Izzy’s highly-polished swordplay and insane level of tactical knowledge. So you look to Izzy when you’re in a raid, and to Frenchie, nominally anyway, the rest of the time. It works, more or less.
“When are they going to fuck?” Zheng asks you one afternoon, looking at Izzy sitting on the ladder by the captain’s cabin with Frenchie at his feet, rapt at whatever it is Izzy is saying.
“I don’t know if it’s like that,” you say. “Don’t you get a kind of father-son vibe?”
Zheng snorts.
“I get a daddy vibe,” she says, which is kind of impressive because she wasn’t even on board when Izzy embarrassed himself with that one.
“Look,” you say, “just because your boyfriend has a partner who has a girlfriend or whatever doesn’t mean you’re the relationship expert all of the sudden.”
“You’re way behind,” she says. “My boyfriend has a partner and a girlfriend who are my partner and girlfriend.”
“Oh,” you say, “well, congratulations, but still. Frenchie and Izzy are just doing their thing. Their heavily-informed-by-shared-trauma thing. I think we should leave them alone.”
Zheng tosses her head in a way that makes one of her pigtails go out of alignment, and she fixes it with an annoyed look on her face.
“It’s not just me,” she says. “Ask anyone. We’re all waiting.”
You have to go help Roach in the galley, so you just shrug and walk away.
“Hey, friend,” Roach says, cheerful today. “Do you know whether the little man is in love with our captain?”
You groan.
“Not you too,” you say. “Zheng was on this just a minute ago.”
“I keep an eye on my beautiful Frenchie,” Roach says, tapping below one eye. “And on our weird little first mate, too.”
“I don’t even know if they’re like that,” you say, pointlessly.
“They are,” Roach says. “Obviously. I need a way to tell Izzy that if he hurts my Frenchie there’ll be hell to pay, but also that I welcome him to start a relationship with Frenchie and treat him as he should be treated. Like a lady.”
“Probably not a lady,” you say.
“You know what I mean,” Roach says, and you do. “Like a fancy person. Izzy needs to treat him like he’s very, very fancy.”
“Mm,” you say, picking up a knife and potato and getting to chopping. “Very fancy, yeah.”
Roach has exhausted his chattiness for the moment and just mixes spices as you chop vegetables. It’s nice. Very companionable. 
And then you hear Izzy’s gait coming down into the galley, and you sigh, praying for strength. Not him too.
“Uh,” Izzy starts, brilliantly. “Roach, I wondered, uh. If I could talk to you.”
Roach smiles like a shark.
“Izzy! Of course! I’ll just have my helper leave us –”
“No,” Izzy says, “they’re fine.” He smiles slightly at you, clearly grateful you’re here.
“What did you want to talk about?” Roach asks much too brightly.
“You know how me and Frenchie, we, you know, we’re close?” Izzy asks.
“Yeah,” Roach says. As if anyone could have missed that.
“That all right with you?”
“Depends,” Roach says. “You going to treat my boy like a fancy little princess?”
Izzy’s taken off guard by that one.
“Uh,” he says, “if that’s what he wants, then, well, yeah,” he finally says.
Roach nods once, decisively.
“If you hurt him,” he says, smiling the while, “I will butcher you.”
“I’d expect no less,” Izzy says.
“Have you talked to Frenchie about this yet?” you ask, dying of curiosity.
“I haven’t,” Izzy says. “I don’t – I don’t know how.”
Roach’s grin practically gleams.
“And that’s why you’ve come to me.”
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moonpleaser · 1 year
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omg... new little food people to obsess over
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asteracaea · 21 days
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thinking about the line "now you try on calling me 'baby' like trying on clothes"...
...even if you don't believe this song is about a professional model...
...what man 'tries on clothes' in the way she's implying here, like for fun...
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fallstaticexit · 2 months
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Chapter Four Edin - Previous // Next // Beginning
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this guy is honestly making me question too much shit
bc there's no way in hell is just that nice, right?
at this point either: 1. he's being this nice and kind bc he has a crush on me, 2. he's honestly that nice, which will make me have a crush on him, bc omg. he's just the nicest person ever
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disapoimeq · 8 months
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wazzah brah
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lemm-moxx · 1 month
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*VIOLENTLY slams into the window like a bug* Concept designs for an au in the works named Under sculpt. ALSO info (in detail wowie)
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Though this is more post events of the au as the scrimbly scrambled (egg) would of been wearing basic ass Cinderella style rags as his creator absolutely fucking despised him, but kinda had to keep him around as he was the only successful "recreation" of his creators deceased loved ones. (bros au was in fact destroyed) And in true Cinderella fashion clay was kinda just given housework and threatened with death if he didn't comply. (jeez) Kinda for nothing considering his creator tried to kill him anyway (don't worry clays fine, his creators un-filed taxes did in fact catch up with them)
Also fun fact due to the manner of his creation he's insanely good at working with clay (pottery throwing, sculpting etc) any finished project has a small chance of gaining a weak amount of sentience, but clay had the shit scared out of him by his creator and knows not to play god and create shit.
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madanimalscientist · 2 months
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Some Cute/Silly Alastor and Rosie Thoughts
Just a random thought in my head but:
the book Bambi came out in 1923 (1928 in English)
the Disney film version of it came out in 1942
If Rosie is a Hello Dolly pastiche then she probably died in the 1890s/1900s but on the other hand we don't know if Hell gets Earth pop culture
(There probably is a thriving bootleg scene where Hellborn who can go to Earth bring back vhs tapes/dvds etc to sell to Sinners who want to keep up)
But we also know Rosie appears to be keeping up with the times more or less and the mental image of her calling Alastor 'Bambi' as a term of endearment in an auntie kind of way is too cute to pass up. And she's probably the only person who could get away with it
Alternatively Angel could call Alastor that to piss him off, which I would also find amusing as hell
But I love the idea of Rosie basically acting to Alastor the way my aunties acted towards me/my cousins growing up. Like she could probably futz with his hair in public or be like 'hey you have a bit of schmutz on your face, just a sec' *pulls out handkerchief and wipes it off* and he would not be thrilled by her doing it in public but he'd also let her (while glaring daggers at anyone who was watching this like 'you better not say ANYTHING')
This mental image is partially inspired by the fact that in the webcomic Skin Deep by Kory Bing (https://www.skindeepcomic.com/, awesome webcomic srsly go check it out) there is a deer shapeshifter whose mum (also a deer shapeshifter) calls him Bambi as a nickname and I could see Rosie doing that to Alastor. The idea amuses the heck out of me.
In my head this is pretty much Rosie's theme song: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8oa-3KAXD-w and also Rosie would look stunning in that outfit (Alastor would also look dapper as fuck in a masc version of that jacket too honestly)
I just really love these two and their relationship and I want a whole comic/episode/etc about them as besties and how they met/etc. They're just too dang cute together.
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glitradora · 16 days
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Marcille not being down for butch lesbians is her one character flaw
honestly girl, your loss
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willelmaxism · 9 months
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do u guys are ever having a nice normal day and then all of the sudden ur like .. idontknowwhyiamthewayiamnotstrongenoughtobeyourmanitryicantstopstaringattheceilingfanandspinningoutaboutthingsthathaventhappenedbreathinginandout
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ayenah-ayenah · 27 days
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"Go to sleep," she says, comforting me after I had cried out of frustration, "Don't stay up too late."
BITCH??? YOU'RE!!! THE BEST THING THat happened to me. I will fall into eternal slumber for you.
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g1rlr0b1n · 10 months
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sugawara--san · 4 months
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do we all think sozin was just extremely closeted and banned same sex relationships because he was mad ab roku or is it just me
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stheresya · 9 months
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lol at lb being a heathcliff anti as if mal and alina's relationship isn't just a piss poor version of catherine & heathcliff's all consuming love
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sunshinediaz · 8 months
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wip wednesday
tagged by @wikiangela whose car sex fic has me SAT
i started the heart attack fic for bthb, but i'm gonna keep that to myself until it's finished and posted because i’m very insecure lmao, so have a little bit of eddie vs the hoa
“You sound jealous.”  Eddie balks, insulted at the mere suggestion that he’s jealous of somebody as contemptuous as Abbie Jean Gentry. “I am not!” He snorts. “I have never in my thirty-two years of life—count ‘em, thirty-two—I have been shot and stuck beneath the ground and lost my wife and been to war, but I have never, ever been jealous of anybody, and especially not motherfucking—” “Could’ve fooled me,” Buck interrupts, elbowing him in the side and motioning with his head at the woman walking up to their stall. “Hi, Mrs. Gentry.”  Abbie Jean Gentry is a beautiful, chubby woman with long, curling black hair and big, light green eyes. Her voice is deep and her laugh is infectious and she pulls off heels just as well as sneakers; she commands any room she walks into and makes sure to shake the hands of every person she meets and does her best to help solve whatever problem she’s faced with.  She’s not a bad person.  Eddie can’t stand her.  “Hi, Buck.” She smiles, all straight white teeth, and Eddie remembers the two years he wore braces with disdain. His sisters were ruthless when they made fun of him. “How are you?”  “Enjoying all these sweet treats,” Buck says, laughing, and hands the last sugar cookie off to one of the little kids that were following Chris around earlier. “Looks like the sale’s going well.”  She nods, appraising the fish bowl full of paper bills and coins at the edge of their table. It’s not as full as hers—she’s probably so proud. “It’s going even better than I expected,” she agrees, judging their clutter of cupcakes and broken cookies. “Did you make these yourself, Buck?”  “Huh? Oh, no.” Buck grins, hooking his thumb toward Eddie. “Eddie helped.”  Abbie Jean Gentry blinks, feigning surprise. “Oh, Mr. Diaz.” She smiles, close-mouthed and thin. “I didn’t see you there.”  Funny. Eddie’s standing right next to Buck, near enough their shoulders are touching. One can’t notice and speak with Buck without noticing the other.  Eddie curls his lip up. “I’m sure you didn’t.”  Buck elbows Eddie again, hard enough to hurt this time. “You’ll have to excuse him,” he says, giving her his best grin and wow, his best friend is a suck up. “We stayed up late last night finishing the cookies and cupcakes, and he hasn’t had anything to eat today except sweets.” 
this fic accidentally turned into a whole thing so we’ll see where it goes
no pressure tagging: @disasterbuckdiaz, @thewolvesof1998, @wildlife4life, @alyxmastershipper because i saw you say something about sub eddie 👁️, @shitouttabuck, @eddiediaztho 💜, @diazblunt, @watchyourbuck, @try-set-me-on-fire, @honestlydarkprincess, @housewifebuck, and uh whoever else 🫶🏼
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desertangels70s · 4 months
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