#I need names for the rest of the ships...

[chan-hvgs]

The photos above are not mine! They're from pinterest and belong to their rightful owners.

Ship(s)/Characters: Kim Seungmin x Reader

Word count: 586

CW: Fluff, kisses, pet names

Summary: On an early morning train ride, you and Seungmin are sharing earbuds and cuddles.

It was early, awake before the sun was kind of early, where time seemed slower. However you and Seungmin were on a softly rumbling train going away for a small, much needed staycation. It was Seungmin's idea, one random late night on his last tour stop, he texted you “When I get back I’ll have a short break, let’s go somewhere for a few days. Just us.” He felt terrible for being away for so long and this was his way of making up to you. So he suggested getting away, just an escape for a little bit. It was also his idea to get on one of the earliest trains so they could “have more time.” When he asked you of course you agreed with no hesitation. You had missed him so much while he was gone. And now that the distance between the two of you was finally starting to shrink, how could you say no?

Now that you two were settled on the train, with bags tucked away, the sleepiness began to settle in. You stared out the window as the still lit street lamps flashed by, painting the surroundings in soft yellow light. The sky was beginning to wake up being streaked in sleepy pinks and blues. You didn’t notice Seungmin shifting beside you until one of his earbuds slipped into your right ear, startling you a little. You blinked the sleep from your eyes and looked over at him. He smiled at you sleepily, slow and soft, the other earbud already in his left ear. He wordlessly moved to rest his head on your shoulder like it was the most natural thing ever as your hand went up to stroke his hair, fingers skillfully weaving through his dark locs “You know?”. You whispered softly to the boy beside you, teasing “As the person who insisted we take the morning train, you’re awfully tired.”, Seungmin smiled, letting out a quiet hum, his eyes slipping closed. “You can’t blame me, I’ve been so busy lately” You smiled, brushing your lips against his cheek. “Yeah, I know baby. I’m happy we’re doing this.” He smiled, nodding as he took a breath warm against your skin. “Me too” The shared earbuds playing light, lofi beats as well as your hands in his hair beginning to lull the Vocalist to sleep. You felt his shoulders start to relax, releasing the tension they had been holding for weeks. “I missed this” He whispered suddenly, barely audible. Your heart squeezed, the way it did when Seungmin's voice held that tender tone it did when he let his guard down, your heart aching in the best way. “Me too Min, I always miss you so much…” He smiled, eyes searching yours, warm and full. “Let’s just relax, sleep in. eat good food” You smile holding him closer. “Of course” You stroke a loose strand of hair out of his face ”Sounds like a dream” He shifted a little, getting more comfortable. His hand brushed against your own, searching your fingers. Your hands intertwined, warm palms pushed together.

The world outside was constantly changing, the sky lightening, trees rushing past. But you and Seungmin were in your own little soft bubble. Your head rested against the crown of his scalp, his hair tickling your cheek. His breathing is deep, slow and heavy. Seungmin was drifting, so you let yourself drift too. The soft music and Seungmin in your arms. And just like that, both of you drifted off to sleep.

(A/N:Hi! Here’s one of those fluffy fics! I hope you enjoyed! This one was fun to write! As always feel free to send request! Don’t forget to eat and drink water! Have a great day/afternoon/night! Love y’all -🐝)

[e1e4n0r5]

The Wolf's Bride: Chapter 1

Masterlist

Fandom: Arcane: League of Legends

Pairing: Ambessa Medarda x Targaryen-coded Princess Reader

Words: 2571

Synopsis: Your city is conquered and your fate is sealed

Warnings: Descriptions of war, death, forced marriage

Note: Princess is Targaryen/Valyrian coded, which includes descriptions of long, white hair. Skin colour is not described. Princess is smaller than Ambessa (approx 5.5 foot tall, Ambessa is over 6 foot).

You were awoken by crashes and screams in the distance. Shooting up in bed, you and your maid – Siya, your closest companion since you were both children – looked around the room. It was the middle of the night, but the sky outside burned orange. You both scrambled out of bed, freezing in the open doorway to your balcony.

You stood together, hands clasped tightly, watching in horror as your city burned. The Noxian ships in the harbour bombarded the city with flaming trebuchets, the streets below filled with the cries of the dying. Weapons clashed, men shouted in pain, fear, and defeat. Women and children cried.

“Why is this happening?” Siya asked in your native tongue, tears stinging her eyes.

 You just shook your head numbly. You didn't know, you hadn’t been told of any conflicts or potential wars with the fearsome country.

A few hours into the attack, shouts came from outside your door. They were here. Your guards put up a fight but it was over in seconds. You heard their final cries as they fell to the ground. The door banged open. A huge man with tanned skin, full beard, and plate armour stood in the doorway, surveying the room. He saw the two of you by the balcony.

Siya put her body in front of yours, holding up the small blade she’d picked up, even as she trembled in fear. You put your hand on her other arm, pushing her to the side a little to stand beside her. You would die together.

He looked at the blade in amusement. “Stay here,�� was all he said, before leaving and closing the door behind him. You heard metal armour clink outside; guards outside the door. His heavy footsteps retreated, and then silence in the room. The sounds of the falling city were still heard outside.

So you waited, clinging to each other.

For hours.

You watched the city be destroyed, piece by piece, hundreds of years of history lost, until the sounds of your army started to die down. They were being killed, slowly.

When the sun started to rise over the flames and smoke, you and Siya settled back onto the bed. Backs against the headboard, you waited together in silence. She had put herself on the side closest to the door, blade next to her on the bed, your head resting on her shoulder.

But neither of you slept. You just watched the horrors through the open balcony doors, listening to the invasion, unable to do anything about it.

All you could do was wait.

So you waited.

It was mid-morning when your door finally opened. It was the man again. Siya shot up off the bed, blade outstretched.

Again, he just looked amused.

He looked at you. “Come with me. I’m taking you to your family.”

“Are they dead?” you asked emotionlessly.

“No. That’s why I said I’m taking you to them,” he snapped.

With silent resignation, you stood off the bed. Siya moved around to your side of the room, never taking her eyes off the man. You called her name gently. She hesitated but lowered the blade. She helped you into your shoes and robes, fastening the tie around your waist, freeing your hair from your collar.

You turned and nodded to the man. You took Siya’s hand, starting to walk forward.

He held a hand up, stopping you. “She stays.”

“No,” you refused simply.

He seemed surprised at your response. “She’s not needed.”

“She comes with me, or I don’t go. I’m not leaving her with your men.”

“We’re not here for that.”

“All men are. She comes with me,” you repeated, pulling her closer to you.

You stood in a silent standoff for a few seconds, until he lowered his hand and started walking out the room. It wasn’t worth the trouble. The two of you followed, silently, your heads held high, even as you clung to each other’s hands.

The hallways were filled with dead soldiers, blood on the floor and walls. You tried not to look but you couldn’t help notice: not a single Noxian death. They’d taken your castle, the Valyrian stronghold that your ancestors had lived in and ruled from for hundreds of years, without losing a single man.

That was why everyone feared Noxus.

He and the soldiers escorted you to the main hall. Once inside, you saw your parents cowering at the side, surrounded by armed soldiers, spears pointed at their necks. Sat in your father’s throne, lounging arrogantly, was a woman. Dark-skinned, clad in bloodstained armour, a metal mask covering the upper half of her face.

“Which one is she?” her smooth voice asked.

The man walked forward until he stood by your father’s throne. He pointed at you.

“So who’s that?” she asked again, looking at Siya.

“The maid. The Princess wouldn’t leave her.”

The conqueror turned her head to you, the mask obscuring her expression. “And why is that, child?”

“I know what men are like,” you answered simply. You looked to your parents. Your father had his arm around your mother’s shoulders as she wept into his chest, one hand supporting her round belly. She needed to rest.

Neither of them looked at you. That didn’t bode well.

“Not my men,” the warrioress refuted.

“Good. We kill men who do that here.”

You could see the corner of her mouth lift a little.

“Who am I addressing?” you challenged, even though you had an idea.

She chuckled, placing a scandalised hand on her chest. “Why, you don’t know who I am, child?”

“Perhaps if you weren’t hiding behind a mask…”

She nodded, amused by your attitude. Standing to her full height – well over six foot – she lifted a hand and removed the mask, handing it to the man. Her scarred face was revealed, filling your heart with dread.

Fuck.

You refused to show fear, keeping your expression schooled. “Congratulations on your victory, General Medarda.”

She walked down the few steps leading up the throne. “Thank you, little one. It was rather easy.”

You took the insult, nodding neutrally. “We are a trade city, primarily. We weren’t anticipating a visit from the Noxian army, with the General herself.”

“And that’s why your men are dead,” she said proudly.

You ignored the comment. “Have terms of surrender been agreed? Regarding our people, and my family?”

“I’ll allow your father to rule, in name only, as my steward – overseen by my men, of course. Your people are mine, your land is mine. And so are you,” she looked you up and down, a smirk on her face.

Of course. The dangers of being a princess. Often nothing more than a warm body to be passed around, even if you were set to rule after your father as Queen.

“I see. And to which of your men am I being gifted?” you asked, looking around the room. “And would this be a marriage, or would I merely be their toy until they get bored of me?”

Ambessa tilted her head to the side. “My men?” She laughed. “Oh, no, child. You are mine.”

That shocked you. Marriage was for political alliances (useless here, given your conquest) and siring children (did the General have the facilities for that?)

“Why would you want me?”

“I enjoy the spoils of war. The prettier, the better.” She circled you slowly, reaching her large hand out, touching your hip-length white hair, feeling its soft texture. When she stood in front of you, she cupped your chin, turning your head from side to side as she inspected her prize. “And you are very pretty, child,” she smiled in satisfaction.

Still holding your face, she looked over her shoulder at your parents. “I accept your terms.”

Your heart hammered. You moved your eyes to your parents, but your father still refused to look at you.

With tears streaming down his face, he nodded to Ambessa. The guards around them relaxed their stance, stepped back a few paces.

You gasped. Your breathing turned choppy, your heart breaking; your first visible emotion. Ambessa hadn’t demanded you; your own father had offered you, in exchange for their own lives.

“And…” your voice caught in your throat. You swallowed delicately as Ambessa looked back to you, “And would this be a…Marriage?”

“Your father insisted. As if he had any leverage to make demands,” she laughed.

You breathed slowly, looking back at your father. You called to him, several times, but he refused to look at you.

In the end, you lifted your chin and declared in your native tongue, “Valar morghulis.”

Your father’s reaction was instantaneous. His chin lifted off your mother’s head, fury on his face, and he began yelling back in your tongue.

You repeated firmly, “Valar morghulis.”

He continued to yell at you.

You continued to repeat yourself, getting more upset each time.

By the time you were crying as you shouted it, Ambessa had had enough.

“Stop it, both of you. We’ll have no more of that flouncy language of yours,” she sneered. Turning to you, she demanded, “What are you saying to him?”

You didn’t respond, tears rolling down your cheeks, Siya holding you tightly, her head resting against yours as she whispered Valyrian words of comfort in your ear.

Ambessa grabbed your chin, making you gasp in pain. “What are you saying to him, child?” she demanded.

Looking back into her eyes, you sneered, “He’s a coward.”

That seemed to amuse her enough to release you. “Call your dressmaker, if you don’t have anything suitable. I expect you to look your best for me, wife. We will wed tomorrow.”

“T-Tomorrow?” you stuttered.

“Why delay? I have conquered your lands and will return to Noxus whilst my men establish here. And I will have a new little wife in tow.” She chuckled, releasing your face. “Off you go.”

You were confined to your rooms all day. Your seamstresses were allowed in, quaking as they brought in their supplies, the Noxian guards locking the doors behind them.

You wanted your dress in white; the seamstresses told you General Ambessa ordered black and red, with gold accompaniments. Noxian colours. So, you allowed it. Not that you had a choice. You stood on the stool in the middle of the room, watching in the mirror as the ladies moved quickly around you, putting together as marvellous a dress as they could in the limited time they had, sewing you directly into the folds and pleats as they measured. Some women sewed and decorated the hem with jewels as they went along.

Then the day came; your wedding day.

The morning light filtered through the room. The perfume of pressed lavender lingered in the warm air, mingling with the rustle of material as the seamstresses added the final touches to your dress, whilst Siya braided and arranged your hair.

“Stand still, Your Grace,” she murmured around a smile, fingers working deftly. “If the neckline slips out of place again, they’ll have to pin it onto you.”

You gave a breathless laugh and rolled your eyes, heart pounding behind your ribs. Not from nerves about the wedding, at least not the ceremony itself. It was the idea of her waiting at the end of the procession. Ambessa.

You hadn't seen her since the day before. But that was a good thing for you. In Valyria, it was considered bad luck for the bride to be seen before the ceremony. You clung to that. Some fragment of home to hold onto, before you married a warlord.

Then the doors opened.

Without warning.

Without ceremony.

Without apology.

Ambessa entered.

The warrior queen was already dressed in her ceremonial armour; black chest plate etched with bloodstone; crimson sash belted with the Noxian sigil. A red cape adorned her shoulders, her left arm free.

Siya froze, halfway through pinning your hair.

“General-” she began, “It's not permitted to see the bride-”

“Permitted by whom?” she challenged, approaching you, examining you closely. Assessing her spoils. “Your old gods? Or your father, the once-was-king?”

“It’s tradition,” you argued back.

“Superstition. You people believe in that?” Ambessa said, stepping closer. “You think a glimpse of me now will curse the ceremony?”

“It’s not about belief. It’s about respect.”

She circled you slowly, looking up and down your dress. “You do look beautiful,” she admired. “Even half-dressed.”

“I’m not ready,” you snapped. “Why are you really here?”

Ambessa didn’t answer right away. She perused your rooms, taking in the decor, the trinkets, the books on the shelves. Owning the space inside.

“What were you saying to your father yesterday?”

You exhaled sharply through your nose, holding still for Siya so she could finish securing your hair. “I told you. I called him a coward.”

“I heard that. But I don't think that's what you were saying.” She approached you dangerously, like a wolf waiting to devour its prey. “What were you saying?”

“It's not relevant now,” you helped the seamstress adjust your neckline, enhancing your cleavage. Just tastefully so, nothing too inappropriate. “I tried to make a point to him, and he refused to acknowledge it. It doesn't matter.”

“It matters if I say it matters.”

You didn't answer, smoothing down the material over your bodice, trying to calm yourself.

Ambessa withdrew her sword, aiming it at Siya. The air froze in the room. Ambessa looked at you challengingly; you stared back in defiant fear.

But Siya held her head up, hands folding in front of her as she finished your hair. She waited. “Valar morghulis.”

“Oh, you know it too, girl?” Ambessa mocked, moving her sword closer to your friend’s neck.

“General, don't,” you demanded.

“Tell me what it means, child,” she threatened, the edge of her blade just pressing against Siya’s neck.

“There's no need for this!”

“This isn't about need,” she said firmly. “This is about me asking a question, and you answering it. If you don't want to answer, then your maid here pays the price.”

“Valar morghulis,” Siya repeated.

“Stop it!” you hissed at her in Valyrian, stepping down from the stool you were being dressed on, standing between Ambessa and Siya, even as her sword still pressed against Siya’s skin.

“I'm waiting.”

“You're really threatening to kill someone just because you're not getting your way?” you demanded in frustration.

Ambessa smirked.

Then pulled back her sword.

You screamed as she brought it back down, pushing her arm back as fiercely as you could. The sword stopped just as it touched Siya, who didn't flinch, still standing tall. The worst part was that you knew you only ‘stopped’ her arm because she allowed it. If she'd wanted to kill Siya, you wouldn't have been able to stop her.

“It means ‘all men must die’,” you explained frantically. “It's about bravery in the face of death; of knowing that death is inevitable and that there's no point fearing it. I was reminding him of that. Because instead of facing his death, he chose to sell me – his only child – to invaders to save his own skin. He’s a coward,” you spat back at her, angry tears in your eyes.

You stared her down for a few seconds.

After what felt like an eternity, she smirked, lowering her blade. You looked back at Siya, relieved she wasn't injured, pulling her to you tightly.

“There's hope for you yet, little queen.”

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[myluckyluv]

Slick, Sweet, and Silent

CW: fingering, mommy kink , Consensual oral sex,

If any of these themes are uncomfortable or triggering for you, please scroll past. 18+ only / MDNI.

You approached your girlfriend as she laughed and chatted with the rest of the crew, her smile radiant beneath the soft glow of lantern light. You leaned in, brushing your lips against the shell of her ear. “Hey Robin, I’m heading to bed,” you murmured, voice low and intimate.

Robin glanced at you sharply— gaze softened only for you—and gave your hand a light squeeze. “Alright, love. I won’t be long.”

She lingered with the crew just a little longer, finishing her drink and sharing a few more laughs before finally slipping away and heading to the cabin. She entered to find you laying back on the bed, shirt discarded, legs stretched out lazily with the book she had gotten you resting in your lap.

“Still awake?” she asked, shutting the door behind her with a soft click.

“I was waiting for you,” you said with a half-smile, eyes dragging over the way she peeled off her top and slipped into something far more inviting—nothing but a thin, silk robe that barely clung to her skin.

Robin smirked and climbed into bed, straddling your thighs. “You know how reckless you get when you’re tired,” she teased, brushing your hair from your face. “All needy and desperate for attention.

“Then give it to me,” you whispered, bucking your hips up slightly against her. “You’re so good at making me fall apart.”

She leaned down, her lips brushing yours briefly before trailing lower—across your jaw, down your throat—until she was tugging the sheet down your body, revealing bare skin and already damp thighs. “You always say you’ll be quiet,” she muttered, mouth brushing dangerously close to where you needed her. “But we both know you’re a liar.”

“Please, Robin,” you whimpered, spreading your legs wider as your breath hitched. “I’ll be good.”

That was all the encouragement she needed.

She dipped her head and ran her tongue slowly through your folds, savoring every reaction. You gasped, body tensing as her lips wrapped around your clit and sucked, sending electric pleasure straight up your spine.

She moaned into you, her hands gripping your thighs tightly as she feasted—slow, controlled, devastating. The sounds were obscene: her wet licks, your breathless cries, the soft creak of the bed beneath you both.

“Fuck—oh my god,” you choked out, hips jerking. “Robin, more, please, don’t stop—”

She slipped two fingers inside you with no warning, curling them just right as she kept her mouth latched to your clit. You nearly screamed. Only the pillow shoved between your teeth stopped you from waking the whole damn ship.

“Don’t hold back,” Robin said, pulling back just enough to speak before diving in again. “Let them hear how good I fuck you.”

Her fingers pumped faster now—wet and slick, curling and pressing into your most sensitive spot over and over. Your body writhed, legs trying to clamp around her head but her strength kept them pinned open.

Your orgasm hit hard and fast, your entire body tensing under the weight of it.

“Oh fuck, fuck, fuck!” you cried out, stars exploding behind your eyes as your walls clenched around her fingers.

But she didn’t stop.

She kept going—slower now, coaxing another wave out of you as you whimpered beneath her. Her lips returned to your clit, tongue flicking mercilessly while her fingers stayed buried inside you.

“M-Mommy, I can’t—” you sobbed, your legs trembling uncontrollably.

“Yes, you can,” she growled, her voice darker now. “You’re going to come again, and this time, you’re going to scream for me.”

You did.

You screamed her name like a prayer, like a curse, like the only thing that mattered. And as your second orgasm ripped through you, Robin finally pulled back, her chin slick with your release and a proud, wicked smile on her face.

“Now that’s more like it,” she purred, wiping her mouth and leaning down to kiss you deeply, letting you taste yourself on her lips. “Tired yet?”

You nodded, breathless and wrecked.

“Good,” she whispered, placing slow, wet kiss on your neck and down, “Because I’m not finished.”

Happy pride month my beautiful,sexy,gorgeous lesbian

[noirbunnydeluxe]

I just made a list of all the "Kai x Robot" I've shipped, because it amazes me how they just keep multiplying.

[The order of this list is based on the first one I shipped to the most recent. I'm just rambling here, guys.]

[Update - June 16 2025]

Kai x Zane (opposite) 🔥🧊

I could literally make a PowerPoint presentation on why Oppositeshipping is the best and why you SHOULD ship them.

They are perfect together, they are whatever they want to be together. ♥️♥️✨️♥️✨️

Every time someone shares content about them, my hope in humanity is restored a little.

JUST LOOK AT THEM!! ✨️♥️✨️🤍✨️

Kai x Pixal (hotwire) 🔥⚔️

Their chemistry, their dynamics, they are simply a great duo ♥️💜

I really went from them not being able to stand each other unless Zane was there to mediate, to them giving each other smoochies and cuddling on the couch together.

Kai x Zane x Pixal (insufferableshipping) 🔥🧊⚔️

Polyamory won! 💕✨️♥️🤍💜✨️

Kai won!! ♥️✨️♥️

I WON!!! 🖤✨️🖤🖤✨️

Kai x Ice Emperor🔥❄️

I ship them in a specific way.

In a toxic, Stockholm syndrome, PTSD and hurt/no confort way.

AND I LOVE IT!! 💔💙

(Kai's sanity doesn't survive this.)

Kai x Echo 🔥🕰

They're more platonic than romantic, but it is 100% certain that they will start an arson together.🔥🔥🔥

Kai x Coffee bot(she needs a proper name)🔥☕️

Rivals at work, lovers in life~💕

After Echo I was like, "Yeah, her too, why not? What's one android more?"

Kai x Rusty 🔥⚙️

Are you even surprised at this point? You're just lucky I don't know how to draw mechs.

Neither platonic nor romantic, their relationship is on a gray scale.

Kai deserves some comfort during the horrors.

Also, I imagine them like this. Is kinda funny.

[kaiju-krew]

stargazing⭐

[chyurro]

I love these guys <3

[tagarilaghost]

I SWEAR CELEBI'S THINGY IS COMING SOON BUT I REALLY WANTED TO POST THIS ALRIGHT

yeaah... future trio got me too...

and Darkrai is there too, because of course he is.

hey look i drew a cute Drifloon :D

...ignore the rest

whatever started at Darkrai doodles ended in brainrot of future trio + darkrai and I'm blaming @scribz-ag24 for this

[shedelulululu]

It's Dr. Mel King, Mrs. Langdon if you're nasty

mel king x frank langdon | T | 6.9k

Faking not being married is one thing; she was strict about being professional at work, she had lectured Frank at length about not calling her any nicknames, no touching beyond what was absolutely necessary, and that he couldn’t treat her any different than anyone else. That wasn’t actually what was bothering her in this moment. or: it's season 1 of the pitt but I asked the brave question of what if Mel was Abby the whole time.

[entropyvoid]

Greater Sumeru Autism Polycule

This started off as a joke and sorta spiraled outta control just a teensy tiny lil bit. Honestly I would’ve liked to have slapped a bit more on there but uh. Paper space was limited. Transcript below readmore because I know my handwriting can be difficult for some to read? (Plus extra character interpretations/headcanons in italics.)

Disaster MLM half:

Cyno - Highly competitive, except towards Nari, who he practically reveres.

Tighnari - Designated mom friend. (Tighnari is a master of knowing when to be strict and when to be soft. He doesn’t take crap from anyone, but he’s also got a very kind and caring side that encourages others to open up/be vulnerable to him. He makes sure people are taken care of.)

Alhaitham - (He is often misunderstood by others as looking down on them and does nothing to correct their misconceptions or to try and make friends, so I imagine he may have been a bit surprised to basically wake up one day and find himself surrounded by people who look past that and see him for who he is, given that he is probably Teyvat’s most introverted person. He tends to analyze and pick apart the people he likes, like he’s examining them in a petri dish, and if he cares for them he will go out of his way to do silent favors. Not one to express affection verbally (I don’t think he knows how to communicate in a way that isn’t biting and critical,) he lets his actions speak for themselves, and if the other person doesn’t pick up on it, then whatever.)

Kaveh - (An emotional wreck who gives and gives and gives and gives and gives. The people who really stick in his life in the end though are the ones who support him, rather than the other way around, even though Kaveh does his best to try and keep his multitude of problems to himself.)

Kaveh and Alhaitham: Friends to enemies to roommates to lovers? (It’s complicated.) (Tsundere x Kuudere. Teyvat’s messiest gays, hands down. There is so much more to say about them than I have the room for here.)

Cyno and Tighnari: Anthro guy and his furry boyfriend, sweet and spend as much time together as possible, co-parenting Collei. (They’re very domestic with each other. Cyno lowkey lives for competition and usually bonds with others through it, but he doesn’t really do that so much with Nari, their relationship seems to be the exception. Perhaps because Cyno thinks so highly of Tighnari and has such a tremendous amount of trust for him that he just sort of believes Tighnari will succeed at whatever he does.)

Kaveh and Cyno: Met through Tighnari, and like each other a lot. Unbeknownst to Kaveh though, Cyno sees him as a comedic rival. (And thinks he’s very pretty.) (Kaveh is unaware of this. Both the Cyno thinking he’s pretty bit, and the fact that Cyno sees him as a comedic rival. Kaveh doesn’t even try to be funny, his rants about his roommate just sort of are by default.)

Cyno and Alhaitham: Like two tomcats having a standoff (homoerotic edition.) (Haitham is not typically a competitive person, but his respect and admiration for Cyno makes him sort of an exception, and each of them r e a l l y bring out the fight in each other. I think of their relationship as being much like the one between a shounen protag (in this case Cyno) and their rival (in this case Alhaitham.) They challenge each other, bring out the best in each other and have fun in the process, and form a close bond built on a deep level of mutual respect. A.k.a if Cyno is Yugi-coded, then Alhaitham is his Kaiba.)

Alhaitham and Tighnari: Met through Kaveh, lowkey awkward and shy towards each other in a way neither really expresses. They don’t quite fully know what to make of the other, but they do like each other. (Could become something more…?) (They seem to interact the least in the group, and Tighnari’s perception of Alhaitham is probably effected by Kaveh’s endless ranting and venting, but they’re both friendly towards each other and seem to like each other. But I’d like to see them interact more directly with each other. Plus - sometimes Alhaitham needs to be told he’s being a prideful idiot - and I think Tighnari’s the only person in his life who would be able to calmly break down and explain why he’s being an idiot, and Alhaitham would be very likely to listen to him.)

Tighnari and Kaveh: Long time besties, Nari is Kaveh’s designated venting buddy and his last anchor to sanity. (Tighnari is also particularly gentle with and supportive of Kaveh.)

Wholesome WLW half:

Dehya - Tripped and ended up with three girlfriends, and brought them all together. (Dehya probably gets propositions from a lotta starstruck swooning ladies, but it’s always while she’s on the job, and she’s a professional. Plus, I hc her as demiromantic, I just get the vibe that she’d only really want to date people she already knows well. She has a very tough reputation, but is very tender with her three weed smoking gfs.)

Dunyarzad - Is very active during her Elezar recovery and often travels to visit her various girlfriends and likes to bring them gifts. (I think she loves nature, and once she’s able to more freely move and explore without the threat of being locked away, I think nothing could stop Dunyarzad from going to see as much of Sumeru as she can. Dehya often accompanies her.)

Nilou - This is what punk looks like in Sumeru. (Local artist down to overthrow the government at the drop of a hat, is stuck in a constant struggle against the Akademiya to have the right to exist as herself publicly. Nilou’s incredibly badass, actually.)

Candace - Calm and comforting, Candace herself is like an oasis in the desert to those close to her.

Dehya and Dunyarzad: Lady and her knight romance. (Their adoration for each other is clear. Dehya’s too professional to date her employer, but all bets are off once she quits.)

Dehya and Candace: Two of the desert’s toughest warriors being ridiculously cute and wholesome together.

Dehya and Nilou: Dehya not only has a lot of respect for Nilou’s nonconformity and resistance, but also finds her adorable. Takes her out often.

Dunyarzad and Nilou: Long standing friends, now go on trips together often. (Nilou’s schedule is very flexible, so she’s often down to travel with Dunyarzad at the drop of a hat, where Dehya is sometimes preoccupied with a job. Plus, they totally both end up planning future Sabzeruz festivals together.)

Dunyarzad and Candace: Met through Dehya and quickly became close. Dunyarzad has a type, and it’s sweet yet badass women.

Candace and Nilou: Nilou’s always the most successful at getting Candace to step away from her duties in Aaru village and go have fun with everyone. (The others really don’t know how she does it.)

Aaaand the couple of bridges between:

Kaveh and Nilou: Unbreakable bond of the only two art kids in Sumeru. (Pls hoyo I need them to interact in canon.)

Alhaitham and Dehya: Alhaitham has a one-sided crush on Dehya, (and occasionally invites her to TCG nights,) while Dehya thinks he’s the weirdest friend she has. (I hc Alhaitham as the kind of bisexual guy who’s 99% attracted to men with like One Buff Woman thrown in there because. Frankly. I think it adds a really funny extra dimension to their relationship. Haitham has never met anyone as forthright and honest as Dehya, and admires that about her. Dehya would never reciprocate his feelings in a million years, she values him as a friend, but also finds him snooty and insufferable at times, and struggles to understand him largely because of the vast cultural/communication style gap between Akademiya scholars and Eremite mercenaries, though this is somewhat bridged by the fact that both of them are extremely honest, blunt, and upfront about what they think. Despite their differences, they are a fun duo.)

[pensymbols]

ah yes the brook/franky/robin/jimbei polycule also known as the babysitters also known as monkey d luffys biggest enablers

[s-e-v-e-n-24]

Sketches that will probably never be finished, part 2

Part 1

[gorebonk]

Have your food Monty Python people i have little guy doodles

[johnnyshrine]

★ 136 // “Convention Badge”

[notsopurepeople]

Mutually OBSESSED soul mates

Aka my head Canon for them

[shou-scribbles]

‘Almost unconsciously, you reach out, thumb tracing over her cheekbone, parting the grim shroud of death. It’s strange, maybe, to mourn someone like this.’

Art preview for the next chapter of the interactive time loop fic! Might take a while longer to write all the branches, but it’s getting there!

[plut0cor3]

i ummm uhh i er uh

they need catharsis. please chester! please you are killing meee ches te

this art also features some personal designs of the two.. i need to make water wigglers but sunny's personal design is complete. if youre wondering why he has so many scars on his face you will find out in due time.trust me

alts under the cut because im uhh :minty_grin: