#does this have a ship name

[syncr3tical]

fruity (pun intended)

5% effort 100% silly posting

[inseparabiles]

OK HIHIHI thank you

the prompt is!!! making out!

I just feel like I havent read much of it lately, esp from this fandom lmaoo

Any pair of ur choice teehee xx

Went with Lucius/Ravi. Post-canon. These two are tasty. I love them.

(taking prompts, possibly.)

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Lucius was not one to complain. He’d endured pain: he’d endured so much more pain now than before, but what he’d had in his life until then was more than he’d been raised to anticipate.

First what the city had called games, and now what he could only hope was to be the birth of a new era had added its own share of marks and bruises and scars onto his aching body. From the windows, he could smell pyres burning, that acrid stench of fire eating flesh and aromatic wood and sacrifices which made it so pungent and specific, like a nightmare. Inside, there was silence, and Lucius was not accustomed to being back at the palace. Walking in had felt like walking into a different world. In every hall a dead stillness, an echo of his steps, the smell of incense and fire mixing with the stench of his clothes drenched in sweat and blood and dirt, and ghosts everywhere he looked: sounds, scents, memories which he did not dare to grasp for. It would be dawn soon, and he’d not slept. Nor had anybody else.

There’d been no sleep to be had when so much had crumbled within hours. Death was everywhere, but its weight barely lingered, if not in the smell. There was little mourning in the streets.

“I would not recommend soaking in it,” Ravi’s voice came from the dark.

Lucius jumped to it. He’d not heard him coming: a promising start to what he feared would become more than a brief visit to his new prison. It took him a moment to locate the man, just as filthy with dirt and sweat as he felt himself to be, stirring in the doorway now as his eyes sought for him. A smile broke to his face and he could not rein it in. Anything for a familiar face, he thought. He knew so few of the people who’d required his time tonight - who now acted as if they served him, a marked slave, an exile.

“Ravi,” he called the man by his name, and extended his arm forwards.

He didn’t anticipate the embrace, but it came freely, and he accepted it. His arms ached when he wound them around his friend’s shape, and for a moment, he was terrified that he might cry: a foreign sensation like water rising through his nose while at once trickling into his lungs filled him, but it passed then in a cascade of prickling shivers which rocked him for some moments. And then it was over: they parted, and Ravi watched him from that close distance, his eye as knowing as ever.

“What did you say?” Lucius asked; he’d missed it completely.

Ravi chuckled.

“I said,” he repeated patiently, “that you should not soak in it. The smoke.”

His company sat beside him on the low seat, but Ravi did not look out of the window. He kept looking at Lucius, as he’d done so far: his features, his weariness, and Lucius assumed his new-found royalty, too. He did not feel it in himself. He felt pain and grief, but he still did not complain.

“Ah,” Lucius let out.

He turned his gaze back to the window: the only light in the room, which in these dark halls was never much, and for all the morning’s efforts at an approach, it was still night now.

“What are your thoughts?” Ravi asked, finally, as a breeze threatened to suffocate them with its acrid breath through the lattice.

Ravi chuckled. His hand pressed over Lucius’s, and a sense of calm came over him in an instant, replacing some of that anxious, biting anger in him which still lay low like flooded water over streets, covering other things that might have proven more useful for him to feel instead.

“If I could tell you I’d be a much happier man,” Lucius admitted.

He shifted, turned his eyes to Ravi.

“I never wanted this, and in all that I have inherited anyway, everyone whom I might have trusted is now ashes. I was born into this city yet I don’t know her, and the sight of her makes my skin crawl. I feel nothing but hatred for what I view, no love; how am I supposed to care for her? To nurture something better out of all of this waste.”

“She is not as bad as you have been taught,” Ravi said to him. “There is good in her. Good people, and dreams.”

“I think I glimpsed some of that today,” Lucius admitted.

The way Ravi looked at him was soft, empathetic. He needed it, but had no words to thank him for it. Instead, he placed his hand on top of the one already on him, and let his fingers curl around that warmth. It quickened his pulse, though he wasn’t sure why. Proximity alone, perhaps; he’d not allowed himself any closeness since Arishat’s death, and who could he have let himself be close with in the first place, had he sought for it? He’d learned very quickly what it had felt like to be property, and to have touch be something which was not given but forced upon him, like an object. This was genuine, and he craved it badly.

“Will you leave me now, Ravi?” he asked, and though his voice attempted at carefreeness, it fell a little short.

His laugh was contagious. Lucius needed that too, but it brought the tears of grief to his eyes. So much loss. This was the only thing he recognised here: this voice, these rough hands.

Ravi laughed anyway.

“You will be Emperor,” he said, “I don’t think it is up to me to decide whether I am leaving or not. I have made a dangerous friend.”

“You’re as free now as you ever were, my friend. To come and go as you please, I will not stop you. But I would like for you to stay,” he said, and his voice did not waver, nor did it crack. “If the past week has taught me one thing, it has been that I won’t stop needing your advice now, or your expertise. If anything, I’ll need them more.”

“It would be unlike you to stop chasing pain,” Ravi noted. “Perhaps there will be a place for me here, and my family.”

“And your family,” Lucius said, and his voice held some surprise. “I’ll get to meet them.”

“Oh, they will be terrified. My wife has always told me that I am trouble to her, now I will bring her and our children to the Palatine Hill. What will she say?”

“I don’t know, but I will try to be on my best behaviour. I’d not want to embarrass you in front of them,” Lucius laughed.

Ravi shook his head, and their hands, still joined, tightened in grip on both sides. They shared a look, and the pale sky was beginning to paint them with its shades of blue and grey now. For Lucius, it played into the shade of his eyes: for Ravi, it made him seem dreamlike, as if faded by a thin veil pulled between them.

“It has been a strange week knowing you, gladiator,” Ravi said then, seriously.

A shared huff, then a silence. It was a visitor that lingered, and as it stayed, its presence became more and more oppressive, overpowering, but not in a way that Lucius disliked. His mind was cloudy like the morning was, full of the sleep which he’d been denied, and a hope that he might one day soon feel calm enough to seek it. And Ravi’s eyes, still upon him. Still as dark, still as observant. Still as present. It felt like a lifeline. What else did he have? Who else to sit with him now, to greet this new dawn? He would bury all of them in a matter of days, the bodies would not wait.

Lucius nodded slowly.

“I wish I could disagree.”

“How can I repay you?” he asked, voice so quiet that the room around them somehow remained untouched by the sound.

He watched his friend smile, the crinkling of his eyes turn for a laugh at some thought which had not been shared. Then, finally, their eyes no longer met; Ravi’s, now, turned for the window, and gazed out into the dawn.

“I need nothing,” he said then, and he sounded sincere but that was not the answer which Lucius wanted out of him.

He wanted something else: strangely, suddenly. When his fingers sought the hint of the other man’s stubbled jaw, a question lingered in Ravi’s gaze which he barely gave, and then retired, from Lucius once more.

“What is it that you need, then?” he asked in return.

“Something real,” Lucius replied in the same sincerity as Ravi had given him his own answer, “A way to find my feet down here, on these floors. All of this still feels so much like a bad dream to me.”

“Did you not just promise that you’d be on your best behaviour, Lucius Verus Aurelius?”

“I don’t know what you might mean.”

Lucius laughed. He tried to pull back his hand, but Ravi’s grip tightened; he had to him now a playful look, just as tired as Lucius felt but genuine, and Lucius liked this, whatever this was, which they now played at. He let himself relax again, allowed it all to become present to him, the grief and the relief of this company, the press of warm skin to his own, the prickle of hair against his palm.

“No, I’m sure you don’t.”

Another warm chuckle, but this time, Ravi turned to him again. Hands on hands; one between them, on top of Lucius’s still, another finding the one which had strayed and now held him by his cheek. Ravi let his head tilt into it, closed his eyes for one long exhale, then returned.

“Let me offer you this: I will give what you need, on the condition that I can relay all of it to my wife, who will not believe me.”

“What will you tell her?” Lucius asked.

They’d leaned closer, and his heart was racing. What a strange time for this, he thought, but no stranger than the rest of it.

“That I have taught the new emperor more than how to care for his wounds. That -“

Their lips met. There was a throaty noise which escaped Lucius into it: a sound which was both sated and surprised at once, the way one might welcome a cup of cold water against the scorch of a summer day. Now both his hands were reaching for Ravi’s face, to pull him closer, and he readily surrendered to the idea. His weight was not much, his clothes a cloud of dust about them, and Lucius found himself grinning into the kiss but hastily, fearing that it would break if he gave it too much air. In turn, he felt the brush of Ravi’s hand into his hair, then the firmness of it over the back of his neck. In that touch he found both the joy of being there, alive, in that moment, as well as the bitterness of his longing for Arishat whose hand had been much smaller, and fingers perpetually cold where Ravi’s were warm and so very strong.

It wouldn’t have taken much to have Lucius asking for more than this: his body was already leaning back, inviting more weight onto himself, but that was not what he was going to allow himself to do, nor was it something he would drag Ravi into. This was, would be, enough - the gentle press of his teeth into the older man’s lip, the smile and the rush of warm air onto his skin in return, and the taste of some herb in his mouth which Lucius did not recognise mixing with the aging flavour of wine in his own.

When they parted again, Ravi pressed his knuckles over his lips and all but grinned into them.

“I will tell her,” he began his interrupted sentence again briefly after, before Lucius had regained his own ability to speak, “that this emperor kisses with all the refinement of his youth, and threatens to fall asleep from such exertion alone, not unlike an old man.”

He was not wrong: it was very hard for Lucius to keep his eyes open now. He wanted to fire back, but couldn’t. Instead, he yawned.

“Alright,” he said then, defeated. “That will be one first impression I will be making, then.”

“She will find it amusing, and like you more for it. An emperor should be human first, so that he is not feared but loved.”

“Will she love me for this?” Lucius asked, humoured.

“I will get back to you on that,” Ravi promised. “But only after sleep.”

[thatoneredditto13]

Okay, I couldn't find a better picture but I need to ask, DO THESE TWO EVEN HAVE A SHIP TOGETHER?! BECAUSE THEY REALLY SHOULD

LIKE SERIOUSLY I NEED TO KNOW!!! I'M PROBABLY JUST WEIRD BUT I FEEL LIKE AFTER THEIR DUEL LINKS INTERACTION THEY NEED A SHIP

[eeveekitti]

if you do poly ships saint x gourmand x enot maybe??

this is the most unique i've gotten so far kudos to you anon

[danganreqs]

Another rarepair? Genocide Jack and Kyoko are a silly and cool pair.

I think syo shouldve been around more in thh she was really funny

[thatmooncake]

are your sun/s and moon/s brothers? bc if not I have always imagined that the would be the cutest boyfriends :D

They’re not brothers in any of my versions and I depict all my chars’ relationships as totally open to interpretation (so erring on platonic but super super close mainly for aroace reasons) however, I fully support all headcanons on their relationship whether romantic or otherwise, go wild, I think it’s cute to imagine them as an inseparable duo who love each other to pieces for better or worse!

[nerdyrosie]

Unpopular opinion: Dawn and Cameron should interact more. I think they’d have good chemistry(platonic or romantic), given their bios.

[kumeko]

A/N: For the Red Saffron zine! Takes place shortly after the game! Sheena had the cutest crush on Lloyd and Collette throughout the game and it gave her the worst luck.

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Collette was clumsy. It was something Sheena had known for a while now, had known ever since the first time they’d met, but still the extent surprised her sometimes. Everywhere they visited, there was at least one Collette-shaped imprint. Celestia was no exception.

The snowdrift in front of her had seen better days. Still, there was something terribly endearing about the usual spread-eagle impression Collette had left in it. The better memories of their world-saving journey had always involved this shape.

Sheena crouched in front of it, peering into the darkness. “Collette?” she called out, rubbing her hands as she waited for her girlfriend’s reply.

“H-here!” Collette squeaked as she poked her head out the other side of the snow pile. Snow covered her blonde hair and with her fluffy winter coat, she looked part polar bear.

She was cute.

Sheena jerked her head away before she could stare for too long. Clearing her throat, she asked, “How did you end up all the way over there?”

“L-luck?” Collette laughed sheepishly, a semi-proud smile on her face as she tried to wiggle her way out. “I can’t believe,” she struggled harder, “I did it again.” After one last, furious shake, she flopped limply. “Sorry, could you help?”

“What were you so proud of?” Sheena laughed despite herself, standing up. Slowly, she picked her way to Collette; her skates were awkward and unwieldy on land. Still, she hadn’t been a ninja for nothing. Holding Collette’s hands firmly, she yanked her forward.

“Woah!” Collette shrieked as she tumbled out of the snow and onto Sheena.

They fell backwards. The snow wasn’t nearly as soft as it looked, and Sheena winced as her back hit the hard ground. Collette’s head bumped into her jaw like a battering ram. She was going to definitely feel this tomorrow. Winded, she groaned. “Ouch.”

“Are you okay?” Collette lifted her head, eyes wide with worry. Her long hair tickled Sheena’s neck. She was close. Far too close. Any closer and they could kiss.

Sheena flushed at the thought. Her skin burned as she tried to look anywhere else. If she could have, she’d run, but Collette’s body pinned her in place. “Y-yeah.”

“You sure?” Collette asked, leaning a little closer.

Was she doing this on purpose? Sheena wondered briefly just what lessons Zelos had been giving her on the side. He’d claimed it was to help her improve her magic, but was it really? After they went home, she was going to pay her old friend a visit. For now, though, she had to survive this situation. Or maybe this entire vacation, if things kept up like this.

Collette looked like she was about to lean forward. Sheena quickly stuttered, “P-perfectly fine! You?”

Collette narrowed her eyes, studying her, before beaming and nodding. “Yep. Thanks.”

After a second, Collette finally rolled off. Somehow, that didn’t make it any easier to breathe. Sheena inhaled deeply, recalling every calming exercise she’d learned. After everything they’d been through, she’d expected to get used to it, but somehow Collette threw her for a loop every time they talked.

Hell, they’d been travelling across the world on a vacation of sorts, just the two of them, and still Sheena didn’t know how to react every time Collette grabbed her hand. She could almost hear Zelos’ laughter. Yeah, definitely visiting the bastard after this.

“I can’t get up,” Collette admitted.

Sheena glanced beside her to find her girlfriend rocking like a turtle, trying and failing to turn over. Collette had never been athletic, even less so now that she was bundled up until she resembled a meat bun. Holding back a snicker, Sheena smoothly jumped to her feet and held out a hand. “Here, hold on.”

Collette beamed, grabbing her immediately. “Thanks!”

It took little effort to yank her up. Sheena had been convinced for months now that it had something to do with her angelic blood, that perhaps her bones were as hollow as a bird’s. The momentum was more than she expected. They bumped their foreheads before Sheena took a step back, stabilizing them.

“Ouch.” Sheena winced as she rubbed her head. Despite how fragile Collette looked, her skull was as hard as a rock. Maybe it was self defense after her many, many accidents; her body had toughened up in order to survive. “You okay?”

“Yep!” Collette chirped as she bounced, as though she had forgotten just how they’d ended up in this mess. “All in one piece!”

“That’s not…” What I meant. Even now, Collette had to be pushed to be a little selfish, to tell others when she was hurt. Sheena eyed her for a moment, making sure that she hadn’t twisted her ankle or injured herself. Judging by the way she was jumping, she didn’t even have a limp. “Well…that’s good.”

“Alright. Let’s try again!” Without waiting for a reply, Collette made her way back to the ice.

“Are you sure you want to do this again?” Sheena asked softly, trailing after her. They’d been on the ice for an hour now; when Collette had said she was a slow learner, she hadn’t been kidding. By now, the cold was starting to set in and Sheena’s fingers and toes were numb.

“Of course!” Collette held out a hand, her expression determined. “I can do it this time.”

“It’s cold,” Sheena warned fruitlessly. Out of all the places they visited, she hated the cold ones the most. The chill had a way of seeping into her bones and staying there, refusing to leave even after a hot shower.

“Oh.” Collette frowned before tugging on her scarf. “Here—”

“No, no, I didn’t mean it like that,” Sheena interrupted immediately. She firmly pushed the scarf back down, tying it tight. Last thing she needed was for Collette to catch a cold herself. “I’m more worried about you.”

Collette’s hands were still curled over the woolen fabric. “You sure? I’m warm.”

Sheena nodded furiously. “I’m wearing long sleeves today.”

“Oh! I was wondering why.” Collette giggled before reaching down and taking her hand. “So you were cold! Last time we came here, you kept wearing that tiny dress. Lloyd and I wondered how you did it.”

“That had been…a mistake,” Sheena admitted awkwardly as she pushed off the ice, pulling Collette along with her. “But I learned.” She turned so she could grab Collette’s other hand and skate backwards. “We don’t want to get sick, so last try, okay?”

“Last try,” Collette promised.

In all honesty, they’d gone through this conversation several times already, the ‘last try’ getting pushed back with each attempt. It was hard to mind though, as their fingers intertwined, as Collette bit her lip earnestly as she stared at her feet, as they slowly made their way across the ice.

“One, two,” Sheena softly chanted. “One, two.”

Collette leaned forward, rubbing their noses, and Sheena giggled. The cold was setting in but it was hard to feel anything but warm when Collette smiled at her.

[kazodus]

came to me in a dream

[othershine]

i love poly ancients

[savanir]

Danny ends up with the most embarrassing puppy crush on Kyle.

It is horribly obvious for everyone except Kyle who thinks he's just doing a great job at mentoring, "he listens really well. Picks everything up so fast. Teaching him is great to be honest"

And Danny just glows under the praise. 

Danny knows too, it's impossible to deny when he gets teased that much for it. 

But he's nice okay!? Kyle is super nice and funny and kind and Danny got him to laugh when he went "Ghost activate!" And transformed the first way and then went "Enchantrix" and put the lantern stuff on. He did poses. Kyle found it hilarious. His laugh was really nice. Give him a break!

And Danny knows and he understands. There is the whole age thing. Kyle is older. So he figures that eventually it'll just go away and maybe they can laugh about it later. "Ahahaha, remember when I was the world's most embarrassing person and I behaved like a lunatic around you? Haha man, what was I thinking! Super glad you’re still willing to be friends though"

He doesn't realise he's fucked until he had a depressed, worn down, falling apart Kyle Rayner that he dragged into his apartment. The poor guy had an absolute awful assignment where peace between three planets fell apart and a lot of lives were lost in the war that followed. His latest comic series got canceled last minute by the publisher and turns out things didn't work out with his girlfriend after all.  

So Danny dropped him on the couch. Wrapped him up in the Yeti fur blanket Frostbite gifted him a while ago. Gave him homemade fudge and a nice mug filled with caramel latte Macchiato with extra choco sprinkles and then fetched the Transformers prime DVD's he got on Kyle's recommendation.

So they could watch it, cause Danny knows Kyle likes Transformers. And that way he'd have at least a somewhat less shitty evening and then Kyle gave him this watery smile later and went "you know, I'm really glad you got chosen to be a green lantern Danny" and Danny just kinda sat there and went, "yeah me too" like a dumbass. 

It's actually not until then, that he knows. 

And after that he figures he just has to suck it up, somehow. Cause as far as Danny knows his friend is very straight. And Kyle still calls him his kohai (and sometimes ruffles his hair, which feels sorta nice. Hal does too, but with him it just makes Danny want to phase him through the nearest solid object and make him stuck for a while) and if that's not a very clear boundary Danny doesn't know what is.

and bonus GL Danny

The What Corps?

“we have you now spook! there is nowhere you can run and hide with our new spectral tethers active!”

Danny winces at the small metal clips that have hooked themselves in his leg, some new GIW tech that is messing with his powers.

“oh yeah? I was just dying for you guys to give me a challenge” plan. plan. He's gotta think of a plan to get out of here and fast. He takes a steadying breath and starts to look for anything that can help him.

he can’t get caught here. He just can't. He simply won’t allow himself.

suddenly the two GIW goons in front of him click their earpieces to clearly listen to what someone else is telling them, Danny is very glad for his own enhanced senses.

“Operatives K and O, be advised, there have been sightings of a new ectoplasmic entity near your location. Other operatives report that it’s incredibly small and moves fast. watch your backs, this may be an ambush”

small and fast? it better not be some poor little blob ghost, Danny sort of hopes it’s some manner of ectowasp, at least that could be entertaining to see.

“you better not be hoping for back up, ecto scum”

“I have no idea what you are talking about”

It's then that a small bright green light zips on scene and weaves through crowds in the distance with ease and then speeds up towards the two operatives who do not hesitate to shoot, missing completely like the storm troopers they are.

Whatever it is, it is indeed going very fast but Danny manages to figure out what it looks like and it appears to be a… ring?

“hold it you tiny accessory shaped ecto fiend!”

The ring does a speedy circle around Operative O while K is lining up a shot and ends up blasting the poor guy point blank in his face, “O!”

Danny takes a step forward with an arm outstretched and a “oh damn! Are you alright?” on his lips when the ring takes the chance to slip on his finger. “Daniel Fenton of Earth”

Danny already had a freakout about a ghost jewelry getting on him, his experiences with those so far have been incredibly bad after all, what with the rings and crowns and pendants… now this damn thing is just straight up outing him! 

Thank the ancients the two GIW stooges are too busy with each other right now to pay close attention to what this weird ring is saying.

“You have the ability to overcome great fear” ah so this is related to him steeling himself just now? Maybe? or something??

You have been chosen” never good, we are back to freaking out again.

“Welcome to the green lantern corps” 

… the what?

Danny notices that his usual outfit suddenly has more green going on, and his DP symbol has some sort of… he guess it’s supposed to be a lantern, maybe? shape around it.

He’s somehow even more glowy now, and there is something on his face. Feeling its shape makes him think it’s some sort of mask.

The metal clip things are no longer attached to his legs though so that’s great!

“You’re not getting away so easily ecto scum! sentient ghost paraphernalia coming to your rescue or no!” They both aim their weapons to take a shot.

Danny figures he can now easily hold them back with his usual shields,“you guys realize you just called this weird ring sentient and thereby negate the whole nonsentie-ack!”

“Attacking a corps lantern is punishable offense as of the instatement of the galactic diplomatic immunity as declared by the-” Okay so now Danny is just raising his eyebrow at this weird as fuck ring. Just what is it going on about?

“notifying nearby lanterns and requesting assistance with apprehension of hostiles”

what?

“getting your friends to help you out vile spook? such a thing is useless with the Blackout still very much in place”

Well… the two streaks of green light in the distance is making Danny doubt that statement.

Maybe there is more to this Lantern corps thing than he thought… And something tells him his life is about to get even more complicated than it already is.

[tenoart]

Sorry followers your getting gay cookies for a sec we'll get back to Greek myth in a bit

Does anyone else even ship this????

[kagooleo]

i'm of the belief sycamore fumbled. dubbing it parenttrapshipping* (*they're divorced)

[milkamel]

Late-night conversations 🫖💛💙

[captain-flint]

Squid game + text posts: Hwang In-ho & Seong Gi-hun 1/?

[hoshizoralone]

Author’s note: Hey guys! Due to some recent life changes (messy breakup with my boyfriend, turned evil) I’m gonna have to put this fic (“Forbidden Love - A Master Chief x Arbiter Story”) on hiatus. Hopefully I can get back to it soon!! Thanks >_<

theghostofmirandakeyes commented: this is buIIshit