#Im a multishipper

[lightasthesun]

Satine: I'm still not sure...about the beard.

Obi-Wan: Why? What's wrong with it?

Satine: It hides too much of your handsome face.

then there's Cody's reaction after the deception arc:

Cody: You grow that back right now or we will have a problem.

[sidsinning]

Can't let the gang know I fw gojohime 🏃‍♀️🏃‍♀️🏃‍♀️

They're so funny but also sweet bc despite his words to her Gojo's actions show how much he trusts her (having his infinity down around her, tells her about then asks her to investigate the traitor, has complete confidence that she can't be the traitor, having a coded conversation with her on the phone, etc.)

"You're weak and don't have the guts to be a traitor" = "I am 100% certain you have not changed from the open and caring person I've known since our school days, there is no possibility of you betraying your allies."

Idk I like them both as a platonic and romantic ship

Ik they get hate but sorry the -guy teasing the girl he likes- dynamic is a classic I eat up every time I can't help it 🧎‍♂️🧎‍♂️🧎‍♂️

[tsunami-kelsey]

Haha ok so uh- first post? Shrug. Anyways, heres some loser lameo wanna be art for you goobers :3

Meme redraws, very random yes yes, but it genuinly helps with art block! :3

urm, and heres some other art i made... (I DONT KNOW HOW TO RENDER :((()

[thistuesdaynight]

one thing I'll do is ship James Potter with anybody.

Jegulus? Yes. love.

Jegulily? glorious. pls and thank you.

Prongsfoot? delectable. sensational. can't get enough.

Prongstail? Ya know, I could see it.

Rosekillerchaser? I am confused, but intrigued!

[onyxonline]

Once more i need to ramble about how wild twitter people can be cus yesterday i got this guy who was like "erm achtually because Dogday and Catnap held HANDS they are a better ship than what you have planned and i preffer it that way"

and im just sitting here like "u know theres plenty of AUs that are Dogday/Catnap based right"

twitter ppl wild dudes, crazy would we live in

[whosnooel]

Im a Kerdly shipper but I cant draw Berdly properly, the irony.

[thespiritbee]

SPOILERS FOR THE LATEST TADC UPDATE

THEY'RE STANDING NEXT TO EACH OTHER YOUR HONOR THEY ARE IN LOVE!!

[a--p--i]

Sketch dump

Valentines has passed and I'm still waiting for my own otp 🥲

[captainn-hook]

The Hero’s Fall:

TW: descriptions of injury and allusions of death

They were running, running for their lives, running for the lives of their people and running for the sake of their kingdom.

Fire raged around them, clawing at the trees and screaming at them, threatening to engulf them in their hatred, yet even as the smoke built up inside their lungs and choked them from the inside, they continued to run.

Despite hell consuming their land and explosions rousing the flames around them, it was raining.

Once upon a time, it seemed like such a beautiful thing. The memory of gliding through a gentle sheet of rain while her grace filled his vision, the ghost of her touch lingering in his hands, as if she were there, guiding him through the blinding darkness of the wet night, even as the heavens wept and the moon bled. Even as the night tinted with the malicious red of hatred and demise. Yet he knew she was elsewhere, caught up in her own battle.

And so he took the hand of her highness, his princess, the one he was sworn to as her protector and knight, and pressed on. Even when she panted and gasped for air that had long since fled in the wake of smoke, even when he heard her dress ripping and the mud under their boots splatter on her pristine skin, he pressed on.

They reached the end of the forest, the ashes of what once was littering the ground they trampled through, ruins of their fallen kingdom and the empty vessels of the dead scattered across the plain.

Then they heard it. Knight and princess halted their escape with the realisation that they could not flee the chant of death. As machines rose from waste and decay, their eyes illuminated, producing a laser that set its targets on her highness. Her knight spared no second, leaping at the metal beast with what was left of his strength, destroying it beyond repair in one slash of his goddess blessed blade.

He held his own as more and more metallic beasts surrounded them. Taking out his shield, he deflected blow after blow, watching his step, careful not to tread on his princess’s feet as she stood behind him, for even in the midst of battle, even as execution loomed over him, he minded his etiquette around her royal highness.

His muscles burned with fatigue and his arm twisted on impact as his shield gave in to the continued assault. Still, he persisted.

Gripping his sacred blade, he pressed off of one of his attackers and launched into the air, bringing his blade down on the creature and all others in the vicinity.

He fought and fought until his legs gave way and his lungs caved.

Yet he could not abandon his divine duty to serve his goddess, he could not forsake his princess to the hand of misery incarnate.

So he rose once more.

His fingers trembled at the loss of strength, trying desperately to hold onto the hilt of his sword as he claimed his place in front of his princess once more.

He was useless, if only to use his body to ensure her safety.

He took blast after blast, the overwhelming force of explosions and the heat of fire that licked his skin tortured his nerves and shattered his bones. One blasted the side of his face, leaving ringing in his ear and darkness in his vision. One took its hit to his abdomen, destroying his organs and spraying his blood. Another to his legs, another to his torso, another to his back, another, another, another, until one set its laser on his chest and fired.

He felt he would not be able to ever forget the pained scream of his name leaving her lips if there was a chance he were to survive after this. So he took comfort in knowing he wouldn’t. He felt a calm wash over him as peace was promised to him, as cold, dainty hands grasped at his body and pulled him close, desperate to piece him back together in the hopes that he will live in spite of his injuries, in spite of his missing organs and the gaping hole where his eye used to be, in spite of the grainy texture of his shattered spine against hands drenched in blood that had not come from its owner. In spite of it all, just so he could live to see another day, just so he could return home to his betrothed and his family and his simple life before destiny wrapped its unforgiving fingers around their souls and mercy distanced itself just as the goddess did.

But it was no use.

The princess wept. Sobs racking her body as she clutched her broken knight to her chest, listening to the pathetic attempts he made at drawing even the shallowest of breaths.

She looked down to him, his face drowned in his own blood and his hair soaked by the rain that had yet to let up.

And then he looked towards her, his eyes meeting hers, and for the first time, he smiled.

[worstwolverinesbf]

why tf am i getting spideypool posts that hate on poolverine

[mystiquedrops]

Ik DT is coming back w the milk, I'm just as excited as you all :3

(I'M SEEING MY GIRL TERUKO AGAIN YAYAYAYAYYYY)

But I'm having a KNY brainrot too, so (when Am I NOT anyways)

Hear me out.

Cuevas brothers as Kamado siblings—

[dazzlingqwq]

Guys i might join alenoah nation. im starting to think about them in the 'two normal people with way too many crackhead friends' type way. a whole story is writing itself in my head.

[kafka-ohdear]

if his proposal isn't "i've been told that there's always been one man they could count on. led them into the bois jacques, held them together when they had the crap shelled out of them in the woods. everyday he kept their spirits up, kept the men focused, gave them directions. all the things a good combat leader does. you don't have any idea who i'm talking about, do you? hell it was you, first sergeant" then i ain't marrying no one thank you.

[spangelmybeloved]

My feelings on Bangel are a bit complicated because on the one hand I can't honestly say that I ship them "endgame" but on the other hand hooo boy do i love them onscreen. It's the ship I love to death in canon but don't tend to read or write a ton of fanfic for (except, of course, for when the IWRY marathon rolls around, and yes, I've signed up again for this year!). I guess I could say I'm mostly happy with what we got in canon... part of the appeal of Bangel for me is that I like to be hurt and apparently have a thing for doomed ships. They're tragic and so romantic and watching Graduation Day or Becoming or IWRY is always a gut punch for me... and you know, I love it. Give me all that tasty angst.

[thistuesdaynight]

Guys, i have to speak my truth...

I am not a wolfstar shipper.

They just don't hit me in the feels like so many other ships do. And in this fandom where so many people think they are soulmates in every reality, I was scared to say it, but i had to come out of the shadows.