#ficked up ships

[codemonki]

More ace archivist doodles...

I'm crazy about them they deserved better. Maybe in the Magnus protocol they get their happy ending.

[anidaladefencelawyer]

Clerith deniers dominating FFVII fandom and trying to force Cloti down everyone’s throats are toxic as hell. Just because your ship can be perceived as “endgame” thanks to certain plot points and interpretations popularized by the Compilation dosen’t give you the right to unironically bully everyone into submission!

Not to mention denying the existence of a “love triangle” and downplaying every single indication that Aerith might have wanted to love the real Cloud but couldn’t because of her death in favor of a “two people in love, one woman projects her dead ex onto one of the people in love, thankfully she dies” and trying to force this view on the fandom robs the story and the gaming industry of one of it’s greatest tragedies.

The story was always up for interpretation but outright denying parts of the FFVII story that flow stronger when viewed as a “love that could mever be….destroyed by a hatred that always was” weakens parts of the narrative and admittly dosen’t even mesh with Cloud’s guilt post gaining his memories back

[hopeheartfilia]

first time ive seen chuya and dazai interact. they are besties my lord

[hitman-two]

from the anon who asked for a GK ship.. Thank you!! Okay, here’s a description; pronouns she/her, slim, 5’2. Hair dark gold, med-length and puffy. Dark eyebrows. Boxy, dark, feminine,1920s style. Fiery, observant, relaxed, low-voiced, humorous, direct, dirty-minded, kinda quiet but flirty. Have a multicultural, alternative upbringing so people being different doesn’t faze me, nor do “imperfections”. Love decorating, hairdressing, desserts... Thank you! I really really appreciate it :)

I ship you with...

Corporal Ray Person!

Is it any surprise that you and Ray hit it off? You both share the same sense of humor and finding that compatibility is hard. Especially when you both toe the boundary of being extremely inappropriate. Something you both pride yourselves on.

When you both are together, it's a mixed feeling of 'Oh not these two' and 'thank god' because you both encourage each other badly but you're also a distraction to each other, thus keeping Ray from annoying other people XD

Dropping the crude humor, you both make a gorgeous couple. Even Brad wonders how a whiskey-tango inbred trailer skunk managed to look decent standing next to you. Hell, he's still processing how someone fell in love with this brown-eyed scrawny-ass boy.

Your 1920s style has a slight effect on Ray. He, very subtly, starts dressing just a little better. It seems he's actively making the effort to look presentable. He's dropped the baggy gangster look and wears a bit more form-fitting clothing (mostly when out on dates, around the house is a different story).

It always surprises him with how small your frame is. Not just height, but your build. He might be a little concerned that you ought to eat a little more but for now... you're the perfect size that he can still lift you up against the wall or up on the bench. (He's strong-ish but still scrawny himself).

God if your fiery attitude doesn't turn him on... If you're both arguing, that's a different story... but if you're going off at someone (who may have said a remark against Ray. He may not be the most Brad Pitt handsome kinda guy but he's still relatively handsome... and someone said you could do better...) He loves watching you go off at them. Only interfering when he's worried it'll escalate beyond words of insult.

Watching you get angry over things he agrees with, such as when he's reiterating the bullshit command they had to deal with. You're both running your mouths over it. It's the best kind of vent.

He enjoys listening to you vent over stupid things that have happened to you at work, or regarding studies or whatever the case may be.

You both have your quieter moments, and that's okay. It's not always a bad thing. Ray isn't always major buzzing energy.

Especially at home. Just quiet little "Hey's" as you pass each other by. But those 'Hey's' are said with a lot of feelings in the tone.

You both flirt. Heavily. Openly. Without shame. At home..and in public. You're both deeply and madly in love with each other. And just because you guys have been together for years, why should the flirting stop? It doesn't. You both still flirt like you're trying to impress one another for the first time.

It's also relationship goal-setting for others. Just because you're married, doesn't give you the right to stop putting in the effort. Treat your love like it's the first time. Never forget that honeymoon phase. Despite the jokes of Ray being trailer-trash... he really does set the example. You just...gotta squint between the inappropriate humour and dirty flirting XD

Ray never getting tired of always saying "Morning beautiful." Every. Single. Morning. (He's just happy in love. Happy to have someone love him and he's not taking any chances in ruining that).

You're both very observant of each other. Despite you both sharing the same personality traits, you can always tell when the other one is feeling down or uncomfortable.

Ray will always do his best to pick up on these things. He can be joking and shit with the other Marines over a beer but would look at you, see you not vibing for whatever reason, and will excuse himself from the group.

He'll sit next to you, ask you what's wrong, and won't take 'Nothing' for an answer.

If you're not feeling well and only chose to go out for Ray's sake, he'll take you home. If you're just not up for company regardless and basically don't want to be there (though, knowing you, there's always a valid reason), he'll take you home.

"Later fuckers!", "Whoo! Ray! Get some! Yeah!" the group of friends will yell as Ray exits it with an arm around you. Rays other hand flips them off and continues to flip them off until you're both out of sight.

Like I said, he's very observant. So once you're both home, he'll set you up with whatever makes you comfortable. If you're feeling sick... straight to bed (you both have a television in the bedroom so he'll sit with you and watch your comfort shows/movies). He'll bring snacks, make sure you're keeping up your fluids and will make sure you eat a proper meal. Even if it's just soup.

And if it's that time of the month... he'll do you a hot water bottle.

If it's simply you're just feeling down and not great company, he'll wrap you up with your favorite blankie, your favorite stuffed teddy and snuggle up to you. If your head is resting on his lap, he'll run his fingers through your dark golden locks.

The thing Ray loves most about you? You don't try to change him.

The thing the Marines love about you dating Ray? You've accepted him for who he is and not looking to change him. They're grateful for that.

Ray can be who he is without worrying about saying the wrong thing or doing the wrong thing and upsetting you and being given that cold shoulder or silent treatment. He loves that you're not the type of woman to do that.

But if he does say something out of line, pull him up on it. But he'd be quick to realise because he'd see your face drop and immediately know he pushed the boundary or said something that made you uncomfortable. Those big brown eyes of his immediately look like a lost puppy dog. The last thing he ever wants to do to you is make you uncomfortable.

He'd apologise. Straight away. "I'm sorry. I know I say stupid shit but that was...pretty fucking stupid. I'm sorry." He genuinely meant it. You can't stay mad at him. He knows he's hurt and upset you. Whether you feel this intensely or mildly, he's still preparing for a soft afternoon in to make it up to you.

He will pull you in for a hug and press a kiss to your temple as he does so, murmuring another small "I'm sorry."

You mentioned you loved hairdressing.... Not sure whether that means going to the hairdressers or actually doing the hairdressing yourself... but... he'd support any hair decision you make (Don't come to him asking 'Will this suit me?' because the answer will always be 'Yes'. He's biased. He loves and adores you. You can pull off anything because you're so stunning, beautiful, and sexy to him).

If you do hairdressing... Ray will always get his hair trimmed down by you. Especially if it's grown too long and 'Ray, you need a haircut.', 'You're the hairdresser.'

When it comes to decorating, either with baking, interior designing or interior designing, Ray does not mess with it. You know what you're doing. He's just here to support your many trips to Target and back. He loves it though. When asked about what you're up to if you're not catching up with friends with Ray, he's just "I don't know. Y/N takes care of it." or "I don't know. She's swapped the colors out from white to another white." (you went from cream to off-white).

He acts like he's a typical male who doesn't know what the fuck is going on (because he is) but he's very proud and supportive and enjoys talking about you and your latest decorating endeavors around the house.

There's always desserts at your house. And if you've been invited to a dinner, you're the one who brings the desserts. Ray does the cooking (He's not the greatest but he can cook simple meals and a basic roast but nothing too fancy). You do the dessert.

Sometimes you'll both bake together - if Ray isn't distracting you or dipping his finger into the batter mix.

He's obsessed about you and never shuts up about you.

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BONUS: Almost shipped you with....

Anthony 'Manimal' Jacks

Hear me out...

The boy is disgusting but that's Marine Manimal we see. Think about the man outside of the uniform.... Once he had enough money, he'd get his teeth fixed. He's just as dirty-minded as you so...things, intimately, would be wild. A lot of exploring, adventure, and all within consent, of course. He'd worship the ground you walked on. Wouldn't care about your 1920s style. You do you. He might be a little embarrassed at first. but he gets over himself. He's just not used to seeing people embrace out-of-fashion things. It becomes one of the things he's grown to love about you. If he goes on another tour, he'd lowkey have a little insecurity regarding you leaving him while he's overseas. You can't even promise marriage because he was married when his wife decided to divorce him. But you do what you can to promise him and try to keep his insecurities away. Plus he's genuinely quiet when he's not hanging out with the boys. Both your relaxed and quiet demeanors complement each other. He's been hurt and he needs a chance at love again. You're enough woman for him to the point where he wouldn't look at another woman (*ahem* female soldier *ahem*). He loves when Mail Call comes because you always draft the longest and meaningful letters. It gives him something to look forward to, knowing he's coming home to you.

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NSFW under the cut...

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Ray loves going down on you. He's openly admitted that while overseas. And as stated, it's the first thing he does when he gets home. He's had nothing but MREs... he's dying for a proper meal if you catch my drift.

Your hair is the perfect length to thread his fingers through and grip. Especially with you on your knees, returning the favour of him going down on you...

He's so horny for you. You'll need to swat him away. Because any chance he'll get, he's pulling you against him as his hands wander down your hips and squeeze your ass.

Baking in the kitchen never goes according to plan. When I said Ray was a distraction... I also meant he was a distraction. Either end up on the floor with him eating you out or wasting the cake batter of you and licking it off. Or you're up against the fridge with your moans drowning out the soft hum of the fridge... or he has you bent over the kitchen counter, slamming into you with his flour-covered hand gripping your hair.

[zhvakinnn]

Waaa no more request so I decided to make a school bus graveyard incorrect quotes:'D

Reader is here, but he/she/them a singel sorry

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Aiden: if i were to punch myself and i got hurt am i strong or weak?

Reader: strong!

Ben writing: weak

Tyler: an idiot

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Taylor: what's worst than a heart break?

Reader: waking up finding your phone unplug

Tyler: waking up in the morning

Ashlyn: waking up

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Ashlyn: sometimes I wanna be a caterpillar

Logan: why?

Ashlyn: eat's a lot, sleep's a lot

Logan: oh.. but wait fun fact about caterpillars they have a life span of two weeks?

Ashlyn: hm that's another highlight

Logan realize: wait no!

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Aiden: Quick Ashlyn hold my hand!

Ashlyn: now what?!

Aiden: nothing i just wanna hold hands

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Tyler: hey reader

Reader: my old friend used to call me that

Tyler:...

Tyler: ITS BECAUSE THAT IS LITERALY YOUR NAME

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Reader in a sleepover with Taylor: hey do you know what time it is my phone just died

Taylor: oh my phone died too, wait

Taylor stands up and took a flute and playing terrible

Tyler: WHO THE HECK PLAYS A FLUTE IN 5AM

Taylor: its 5am wait.. its already 5am?

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Reader: what's a thot?

Aiden: a thoughtful friend

...

Taylor bringing you a snack

Reader: thanks Tay your such a thot

Tyler: exuse me what?-

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Ashlyn: ah shit..

Mr. Banner: hey language

Tyler: oh fucking c'mon

Mr. Banner: language!

Taylor: ah shit that hurts

Mr. Banner: language!..

Aiden: what the frick brick jick kick jack is that shing shong

Reader: hey what the fick tick tickity tock was that about

Mr. Banner:...

Mr. Banner: what the fuck?..

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Ben writing fast: your loosing a lot of blood, Quick what's your type?!

Tyler reading it: blonde, has glasses, and a sniper

Reader: NO DUDE YOUR BLOOD TYPE!

Tyler: dunno ask him

Aiden: red

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Ben writing: do you think crabs fly?

Reader: how high are you?

Ben: 6'0

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Reader: how high are you?

Aiden: how what?

Reader: high

Aiden: hello

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Cop: you're receiving a ticket for having three people in one motorcycle

Ben was driving

Aiden: wait three?

Cop: yeah?

Taylor: OMG TYLER!

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Reader: setting down an ace of spades

Aiden: setting down a 4+ uno

Ashlyn: Pikachu I choose you

Ben sweating because he doesn't know what the heck is happening

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Ashlyn: why is Taylor and tyler leaning at each others back?

Aiden: they had a fight

Logan: why are they holding hands then?

Reader: they got sad after a fight

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I'll be making more of this and try to ship reader with someone:')

Masterlist | about me | rules

[soaps-mohawk]

RORY I NEED OPINIONS (please)

Something popped up on my page and it was about Ghost.

The person who posted proceeded to say how they've had enough of the mischaracterization of him. And other people in the comments have said the same. How whenever they see Ghost written as a cold mean guy, they think, "oh you've never read the comics or played the games."

Now, I'm not here to bash anyone. I just wanna know what you think of people who write OOC {insert character}? Or what do you think about it in general?

Okay, this is one of the things that bothers me the most about the mainstreaming of fandom and fanfiction.

The whole point of fanfiction, is to write the characters however you want to write them. Fanfiction does not have to stick to how characters are presented in fandom. Some might choose to, others might not. Some might choose to in certain fics, and then not to in others. OOC exists as a term for a reason. It's okay. You can write/draw/headcanon/whatever any character however you want because that's your interpretation, or because it's how you want the character to be in whatever situation you're putting them in.

I know I said I was done talking about this, but this circles back around to the whole dark fic issue. "X character wouldn't do this" according to who? The fandom police? That's the whole point. The whole point of fandom and fanfiction is to present the characters however you want. That's always been its purpose. Fix it fics, OOC, crack ficks, dark fics, AUs exist for a reason. Not every character has to act exactly as they do in canon. If you want that, then just watch/read/play the canon media and stay out of the fanfiction side of fandom.

People that get all up in arms about FANFICTION not sticking to canon events and portrayals are ruining fandom. They are. People wonder why creators and fans are leaving fandom, it's because it's not fun anymore. You write a character how you want to write them and there's 50 people complaining in the comments about how "that's not how they are in canon." Yeah? And? That's the point. It's like whole ship thing with people being mad about fans shipping characters that aren't together in canon. News flash, people have been doing that for ages. Since the dawn of fanfiction. People ship characters that aren't even in the same movie or show or game. You gonna get mad about a crossover fic because it's "not canon?"

If you can't accept that FANDOM and FANFICTION aren't always canon compliant then you need to not be in these spaces. Leave us alone and stick to just watching the show/movie or reading the book or playing the game, whatever. You're ruining fandom spaces for everyone. Most of us creators have been in these spaces for a lot longer than the people ruining them. I've been involved in fandoms for 18 years now. Far longer than I should have been, and honestly, if I didn't love writing fanfiction and use it as an outlet for myself so I don't go crazy, I probably would have left too.

These pearl clutchers and mainstream people flooding into fandom that refuse to learn the "rules" and accept how things have been for literal decades are ruining fandom for the rest of us and killing people's passions for writing and creating. Us creators don't have to share. We do it because we want to and because we enjoy seeing others reactions and the interaction that comes from it. We are all very capable of just writing or drawing and keeping them to ourselves. Soon there won't be such a thing as fandom because all the joy will have been sucked out of it. Creators are already leaving in droves because interaction is down to nothing. Add on people getting mad about things that are normal in fandom and soon there won't be anything left. People will be complaining about there being no fandoms and no fanfiction and fanart and video edits and gifs, even though we've been screaming why from the high heavens for years.

[lostinthewiind]

Hi! Hope you're having a good day! You are so right, the Generation Kill fics are very rare, it's a shame.

Could you please write something for Nate Fick where the reader is oblivious and doesn't realize that he loves them?

Thaaanks!

Atypical

Nathaniel "Nate" Fick - Generation Kill

Rating: All ages

It had been a long tour. Iraq was brutal from start to finish, and even now, when you knew you would be heading back to the States in a couple of days, it still didn't feel real.

Staring out at the vast Iraqi desert that surrounded the base camp, you exhaled long and deep—a last-ditch attempt to expel the weeks of dust that accumulated in your lungs.

"Ready to head back home?" A familiar voice came from behind you.

You smiled to yourself as you scooted over, making room for your visitor in the back of the truck you had found refuge in. "And here I was thinking I had finally found a moment of peace and quiet in this damn war."

Nate smirked as he sat down next to you, his bright blue eyes practically sparkling in the sun. You had seen a lot of things you wouldn't ever forget while in Iraq, most of them bad—but Nate's eyes were one of the few good things that lingered in your mind.

"Sorry to disturb your personal oasis in the back of this Motor T rust bucket." The truck made a worrying sound as he shifted his weight and he quirked a brow. "Point made."

"Well maybe if you had whipped your men into shape more, I wouldn't have to feel as though Motor T is the only place I can go for some quality alone time," you told him as you tilted your head toward the sunset.

"Manimal trying to buy your underwear off of you again?"

You choked on your next breath. "How the hell do you know about that?"

Nate laughed. "I know about everything that goes on in my platoon."

"Either way, no, that wasn't happening ... not again, at least." You shook your head. "I was just trying to take some time to reflect. I thought going home would be a happy feeling."

"You're not happy?"

"I am. But I'm also not." You tried to explain your complex feelings. "I don't know, the possibility of never seeing any of you guys again isn't as much of a relief as I thought it might be. Don't tell anyone I said that."

"I won't," Nate assured you with a chuckle. "For someone coming into a group of guys who have been together since Afghanistan, you really held your own. It'll be weird if we ship out again and you're not there."

You watched as the night sky shifted from a brilliant shade of orange into a dark purple. "Give it some time and I'll be as ready as you are to be done with this war and go home."

"How do you know I'm ready to go home?" Nate asked.

"You're not the only observant one," you answered, earning a dubious look from Nate. "... and I overheard you and Brad talking."

Nate nodded when you confirmed his suspicions. "That sounds more like it."

"Hey, I am plenty observant!" You smacked him on the shoulder. "I wouldn't be here if I wasn't. It's a pretty important quality for a marine."

"True. But still."

"But still?"

Nate turned away from the sunset to look at you. His mouth opened to respond, but before he could get a word out, he decided against it and averted his gaze. "Nothing."

"No, no, no." You grabbed his face with your hand and forced him to look at you once more. In that moment, you didn't think about the fact that you were technically laying hands on your superior. "But still what?"

"I think it's a conversation better had at a later date," he told you as he gently pushed your hand away. "When there's less sand and less gunfire. When we're just normal people, not a Lieutenant and his Corporal."

"You know we could die tomorrow, right?" you reminded him. "Or right now. There could be a sniper lining up the head shot as we speak. What if I died right now and you never got to tell me whatever it is you're being so secretive about?"

Letting out a defeated sigh, Nate reached into his breast pocket and pulled out a ring. It wasn't just some class ring either; no, it was an honest-to-God gold banded ring with a diamond on the top.

"Lieutenant Fick?" Your eyes darted between his face and the ring.

"Please do not call me Lieutenant when I'm holding an engagement ring."

Your mouth fell open. You were at a loss for words. "What ... what the fuck, Nate?"

"I suppose that's better." He clasped his hand firmly around the ring so it was no longer in sight. "When I first met you, I wrote a letter home and mentioned you. Told my folks all about how we had this woman riding with us and how I didn't think she'd last a week."

You were too impatient to wait for the follow-up. "And?" you prompted.

"And my mother sent me back the family ring and told me to let her know when the wedding was."

You laughed. You were aware how incredibly insensitive it was but in that moment, it was the only outlet you could think of for your overwhelming emotions. "What the fuck, Nate?" you whispered.

"You already said that."

"Well, I'm sorry I'm a little shocked in a moment like this. Can you blame me for not exactly expecting a proposal when I didn't even know you had feelings for me?"

Nate rolled his eyes. "I never actually asked you to marry me, now did I?"

"Then what's the ring for?"

"Well obviously it's for engagement!"

"What is happening right now?" You couldn't believe what was going on. Surely, you must have been dreaming. "Did you hit your head when I wasn't looking? Do I need to call Doc Bryan?"

"Oh, my God. I've really fucked this." Nate stuffed the ring back into his pocket. "This is not how I meant to approach this topic."

"What topic?"

"That I'm in love with you!" Nate proclaimed before burying his face in his hands.

A beat of silence passed and you were suddenly very grateful that you had chosen an abandoned corner of the camp to watch the sunset from.

"Nate?" you whispered once more.

"Yes?" he whispered back, his voice even more muffled from his hands.

"Did you just tell me you're in love with me?"

"Yes."

"And that engagement ring in your pocket is for me?"

"Yes." He finally lifted his head to look at you. "Not right now, of course. But yes, theoretically, at some point."

You couldn't help but laugh again. "This is so weird."

Nate made a strangled, embarrassed sound. "You're killing me here." He stood up to leave. "I should just go. This was clearly a mistake."

"Oh, settle down." You grabbed him by his uniform and pulled him back down. "Yes, I had a bit of a strong reaction at first, but considering the circumstances, I think I'm allowed that much. I never said I didn't love you back."

Nate's blue eyes lit up. "Do you?"

"Well, I don't know. I hadn't thought about it until now," you answered. "Maybe."

"Maybe?" That same sound slipped past his lips. "That's romantic."

"Okay, it's not that I've never thought about. You're obviously very attractive and all that," you rephrased. "I've just never thought about it seriously. In case you haven't noticed, we are in the middle of a war."

"I noticed. Which is why the ring's been burning a hole in my pocket until now." He drew in a deep breath, and when you didn't share another thought, he spoke again. "Now what?"

Reaching into his pocket, you fished out the engagement ring and handed it to him. "Now you ask me to marry you."

"Really?" His fingers trembled slightly as they plucked the ring out of your grasp. "Here?"

"Right here." You nodded.

"Okay. Right. Yes." He cleared his throat and jumped down from the back of the truck. Then he offered you a hand down, and once you were both standing on solid ground, he dropped down onto one knee. "Y/N, I know we haven't known each other very long. I know the typical thing is to date for a while before asking this question; hell, the typical thing is to actually have feelings for one another before asking this question. However, as a fellow marine, you know that typical is merely a suggestion. Either way, meeting you has been the highlight of this war, which I know isn't saying much but still ... I'd like for you to be the highlight of the rest of my life as well. Will you marry me?"

Your heart swelled at the gentle words falling from the mouth of one of the toughest men you had ever met. The way Nate looked up at you, as if you had the answer to every question in the world, was beyond endearing. You could truly picture a long, happy life with him.

"No," you answered.

Nate's hopeful smile fell. "No?"

"That's what you get for springing a goddamn engagement ring on me like this." You plucked the ring from his hand before inspecting it. "It is a rather beautiful ring though. Ask me again in a couple months and I'll gladly take it off your hands."

Nate shook his head as he stood back up and dusted off his knee. "And until then?"

"We date," you said matter-of-factly. "As typical as it is, I've had enough atypical for one lifetime."

Nate smiled wide. "I can't wait to marry you."

[headchamberlain]

(OOC)

FICK ALL OF YOU IM WRITING IVAN ANGST. BECAUSE **SOMEONE** (@dazaisms) DECIDED TO BE ALLERGIC TO HAPPINESS AND MAKE SHIN SOUKOKU ANGST. THIS IS YOUR FAULT POOKS!!!/LH. I HATE YOU FOR THAT IM GOING TO KISS YOU ON THE MOUTH/P /J

'Likable, but not lovable'

Ivan and Fyodor (not a ship)

I think you already know the TW's for these two... but if not, abuse and sliiight twisted religious imagery

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Ivan held the pen in his hand.

He stared at the blank page before him. No sort of emotion on his face- not even a smile, unlike how the surgery should have made him smile. It should have plastered it on his face.

Well, he was smiling, he just didn't realize it. His lips were curved upwards, twitching slightly, as if they were struggling to keep it up. Despite the happy expression he had, he was far from such. His eyes had lost all spark, they were as dead as a corpse.

He couldn't write. When he moved his hand, tried to write anything, just a letter, just a line, it wouldn't work. He couldn't even remember how the alphabet went. Whenever he tried to count, that wouldn't help, either- his head would hurt when trying to remember fuzzy memories.

His brain had been ruined.

This wasn't something he knew about. No, his master should have warned him. Did his master not know the surgery had these type of effects? How could he forget to mention he would lose so many basic abilities?

Ivan's breathing returned. He realized just now he hadn't been breathing at all, but holding it, for whatever reason. He put down the pen, not even clicking it. He stood up and looked at himself in the mirror-

A figure stood behind him.

Ivan turned, his heart spiking, before he blinked and it went away. He looked into the mirror again. He was no longer himself, was he? Just a shell of someone he used to be. Despite feeling like he wanted to sob and scream, he still managed to be smiling slightly.

He started to laugh.

And laugh, and laugh, and laugh. He even kneeled down and clutched his stomach. He was so pathetic now it sounded hilarious to him. He was a grown man- soon to be promoted as the Head Chamberlain- yet he couldn't read. He couldn't write. He didn't have the abilities a preschooler did. And it made him laugh at his own stupidity.

Maybe God really did hate him. Maybe that angel that saved him was a fallen one. The Decay of Angels... now, doesn't that name make a lot more sense.

Ivan shakily held himself up. A sudden headache, and then a migrane. The wound was beginning to bleed and soak through the bandages- no, his master hadn't bothered to do much to fix it. Ivan tried to deal with the pain and clean himself up.

He left the paper and pen there, untouched.

....

A few days after, he'd decided to ask his master for assistance. He figured asking someone so intelligent to help him learn those basic skills again would be a smart idea. His master could recognize he has issues that could ruin his efficiency and help, or hire someone else to.

How foolish he was for believing that.

"Master,"

Ivan spoke, putting down the teacup in front of Fyodor. His sudden mentioning of his title piqued the raven haired man's interest- his red eyes not looking up, but his eyebrows raising, as if silently saying 'yes?'.

"The day after my surgery," Ivan continued, "I came across a few issues."

"Issues?" Fyodor finally spoke.

"I fear they could ruin my efficiency and create a barrier in my daily tasks."

Fyodor stayed silent for a few moments, taking the teacup and taking a sip of his drink. For being new, this was decent tea, he supposed. He put the cup back down.

"Continue."

"Well," Ivan fixed his posture, "-I realized I had lost the ability to read and write. Migranes had become a common thing, and-"

"Stop,"

Fyodor raised his hand to make a gesture, taking a sip of tea, before continuing.

"You cannot read or write?"

"No, master, not after the surgery."

"Have you tested this information before telling me?"

Ivan nodded. "Yes, master, as always."

Fyodor narrowed his eyes. They always looked tired and droopy, so narrowing them only made the Russian man look more tired than he already did. He rest his arms on the dark brown table.

"Then, learn."

Ivan's eyebrows raised in surprise. He was about to try and defend himself, but he couldn't even blurt out a word if he had tried. Just... learn? That was it?

"Pardon?" Ivan squeaked, "Master, what do-"

"Is my sentence so hard to understand? Learn."

"How am I going to-?"

"Am I your teacher? Your caregiver? Нет(*). I am your master, someone you serve."

Ivan was going to speak, but he was interrupted once more.

"If you can't perform basic tasks, what do I have you for? What are you going to do if there is a message I must give you? What are you going to do when you need to read instructions?"

"I-I am unaware," Ivan lowered his head.

"Ты жалок(**). You waste my time for such petty things. I would recommend you go do better things with your time, Ivan, before I consider your role already fulfilled, yes?"

"Yes, master."

"Such a likeable servant," Fyodor shook his head, "but not loveable."

Ivan left without a word. Once he was alone, he sobbed.

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TRANSLATIONS:

(*) - No

(**) - You're pathetic

P.S, FIXED A FEW MISTAKES LMFAOO

[nevercrowned]

4 3 2 fuck you

listen up yall this shit is ironic striders beats r best suited to trolls hooked on phonics

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GO FUCK YOURSELF

[lewis-winters]

4, 13, 19, and 22 for any ship involving a medic

WAAAHHH I only saw this now, I'm so sorry.

Let's do something different, with each question corresponding to a different ship! I know it says "OTP" asks but, unfortunately, the reality of being a multishipper is... well. This.

4. Doc Bryan/Nate Fick - Which one is more protective? Who needs to be ‘protected’?

Neither of them need protecting, they can definitely handle themselves on their own. We know that, they both know that. But Doc Bryan's default existence/way he interacts with people he cares very deeply for is just. Manhandling, chastising, and worrying. It's like enrichment for him, ya know? So Nate lets Tim fuss over him and lets him worry, because if he doesn't, Tim will just worry more somehow. And if Tim yells at officers for putting his Captain in trouble, well. So long as he tacks on a sir at the end of it, they'll be fine.

13. Baberoe - Who’s the bigger tease?

LMAO, Eugene. Babe tries to give it as good as he's got, but he's unfortunately too impatient and gives in to his own game easily. Eugene, however, knows what he wants and is also very patient and will make Babe wait. RIP Edward Heffron, you were a good man.

19. Pasiphaë/Halsin - How do they feel about PDA?

Ok. So. Yeah, I snuck some BG3 in here, Halsin counts as a medic! Anyway. Halsin's touchy-feely. Has always been, even before they properly got together. I have this headcanon that he has a thing for Pasiphaë’s hair—it’s the first thing he noticed about her, apart from her eyes. He obviously can’t stare at her eyes and not get caught, though, so instead he focuses all his pining energy into maybe-sometimes-accidentally-but-also-on-purpose catching the end of her long pony tail/braid hybrid in his fingers. When they get together, though, it's incessant. But it's always Halsin initiating. Pasiphaë’s a little more shy; she's a widow, it's been years since she was touched like this, but she gradually warms up to the idea.

22. Spina/Julian - What reminds each of their partner?

That stupid knit hat haunts Julian everywhere he goes. Sometimes, he'll leave Ralph for a little bit, then brush against someone wearing a knit green hat, and immediately get this urge to chase that person down, because it might be Ralph! But no, it's just some other guy wearing a knit hat. It would be pretty adorable if Julian didn't feel so embarrassed about it.

On the other hand, Ralph-- "Oh! You're from Alabama? My boyfriends from Alabama, too!"

Obligatory OTP Asks

[somerandomjewelleryonthefloor]

Book 3 Grace & Aleister spoilers:

Since apparently in a possible future, Grace & Aleister DO have a baby, and I had a ship child already. Why not have a teenager Reginald (their canon? Child) and Chlöie (oc ship child) bickering. The fraternal twins.

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──*ੈ✩‧₊˚༺☆༻*ੈ✩‧₊˚─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

Reginald: I can't believe you're such a bratty snob!

Chlöie: and I can't believe you're a snobby BRAT!

Reginald: I can't believe mumma even let you out of the womb, you're INSUFFERABLE!

Chlöie: You know what's more insufferable? the fact that one of us weren't supposed to be here! It was only 1 baby that was planned, not 2!

Reginald: yeah, and you're the mistake one, indefinitely-

Chlöie: SHUT THE FICK UP YOU CLOT!

Reginald: CLOT!?!?!?!?

Aleister (home alone dad having to see this all, unsure what to do since Grace is out): ... Uhm...

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──*ੈ✩‧₊˚༺☆༻*ੈ✩‧₊˚─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

[thatoneguy56fanfic]

Any nsfw Kuvirasami?

I haven’t really written this ship much, but I have a couple of headcanons for them:

Asami likes being in charge in the bedroom. It’s not a power trip thing, she just knows what she likes. Kuvira doesn’t mind at all. She finds it refreshing to give up control for a while, and she feels safe and loved when she’s under Asami’s command.

Kuvira likes giving oral, a lot. Making her partner feel good helps her get off. Asami likes using her hands. She loves the fact she can make Kuvira melt with a few ficks of her fingers.

They both equally enjoy bondage. Their favorite form is rope. Asami spends a lot of time thinking of new ties to try out on Kuvira, and they have an impressive collection of ropes in their “toy” chest.

Thanks for the ask!

[satashiiwrites]

Bradley the Damned, Epilogue (complete)

Finally, it’s done. Finished this story for the WIP Big Bang (@wipbigbang), with a posting date of 10/31. Happy Halloween all.

With lovely art by Impala_chick

Title: Bradley the Damned, Epilogue (Complete)

Fandom: Generation Kill

Pairing: BradNate and RayWalt.

Fic Summary:

Returning to England upon the death of the only father he’s ever known, Lord Nathaniel Fick has braced himself for a return to a society that he never really has felt a member of. He’d much rather be off on one of his Uncle’s archeological adventures than running the family business.

Luckily, it seems that adventure has followed his Uncle to England.

Chapter summary:

Nate’s life has changed greatly over the years and eventually, he finds himself surrounded by familiar faces.

Tags/warnings: Alternative Universe. Supernatural elements. Set in Victorian England. Historical Inaccuracies (I tried to research but there’s some hand waving for plot reasons). Immortal!Brad.

They don’t stay in England long after Nate and Walt’s change. Just long enough to make sure there is no suspicion about Schwetje’s disappearance that leads to Nate’s door. There is a big bust-up about two weeks later when the notorious gangster Ferrando is arrested and let go within two days. Mr. Patterson tells Nate that he received a note delivered by one of the street children that said Mr. Ferrando had no beef with him and that Schwetje’s debts—whatever they may be—were not considered his. 

Nate takes the note as a sign and doesn’t point the detectives in certain directions when he is again interviewed about his business partners. Nothing further is heard, and Mr. Patterson reports no more issues with the shipping business. 

Business concluded, there’s no reason for Nate to linger in England over the winter with its long nights and short days. He yearns for the sun even as he spends his nights drunk on the pleasure of Brad’s body. Ray struggles to adapt to the modern world, even as his language improves. 

Brad is the one who persuades Nate that they return to Egypt, the desert and the sun drawing him just as much as it does Nate. They spend most of the voyage twined around each other on their stateroom bed. 

Nate can breathe easier once they hit the Mediterranean. The sun is more potent here, which gives him back the control he craves as Brad teaches him about his new existence. 

Read completed fic here on AO3

[worldwidedino]

I’ll try to work on them in they’re voted in.

Pros and cons-

Next chapter of Owlboy sequel(ch6)

Pros-First update in literal years, a lot more fluff than the previous two chapters, nice little break before things pick back up w/Otus

Cons-It’s in the middle of a pre-existing series, EXTREMELY small fandom, catching up requires spoilers for the game if you’re interested, I’ll have to replay the game again and I can’t promise how fast that’ll be, multiple previous chapters have good chunks that are taken straight from the game

Next chapter in Spirit tracks sequel(ch 5)

Pros-Bigger fandom, another update that’s years in the making, heavy OC focus if you’re into that, series has more original content from me

Cons-Another pre-existing series, another project that requires spoilers, having a despite being from a big Nintendo franchise, spirit tracks isn’t the most popular Zelda game, it also won’t have help by linked universe since it’s purely spirit tracks, heavy OC focus if you aren’t into that

Twig coming out[title pending]

Pros-One shot, little spoilers, canonical qeer rep(Twig was confirmed nonbinary by Owlboy’s dev team during their anniversary live stream last November), prequel of sorts no prior knowledge needed, coming out fic(we love it), I’ve already posted a preview for this a while back, fluff

Cons-Again, it’s a tiny fandom and I’ll have to reply the game and I can’t promise how long that’ll take

Brassius Sic fic[title pending]

Pros-One shot, possible ship material if you squint slightly, big fandom, sick fick(we love that too), headcanon centric if you’re into that, little prior knowledge of game needed, major hurt/comfort if you’re into that

Cons-Headcanon centric if you’re not into that, major hurt/comfort if you’re not into that

[onbrokenglass]

Hello there!

This blog is mainly for finding roleplays. I roleplay exclusively on Discord (I love making private servers) and am 21+, so minors please DNI. Style-wise I can adapt to my partner, though my favourite way to write is lit for those juicy, introspective moments. NSFW friendly, and I like all sorts of pairs from fxf, mxf, mxm, to any nb pairs. Platonic and found family are fun too!

My messages are always open for people interested in writing with me! I promise I don’t bite, even if some of my muses do.

Under the cut is a list of characters I’ll thread with (who I’d like to play is bolded, if both are bolded I can do either or), though it’s by no means exhaustive. Regardless of how old this post gets, you can message me at any time for those on this list.

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Ships (Canon)

Anakin Skywalker x Obi-Wan Kenobi

Atton Rand x Female Exile

Aviendha x Elayne Trakand

Beatrice x Battler Ushiromiya

Billy Loomis x Stu Macher

Bradley ‘Rooster’ Bradshaw x Jake ‘Hangman’ Seresin

Bruce Wayne x Selina Kyle

Carmy Berzatto x Sydney Adamu

Chloe Frazer x Nadine Ross

Dale Cooper x Harry Truman

Daniel Solace x Maura Franklin

Dick Grayson x Wally West

Dracula x Mina Harker

Elend Venture x Vin

Emma Larsimon x Marianne

Enid Sinclair x Wednesday Addams

Erik Lehnsherr x Charles Xavier

Ethan Winters x Karl Heisenberg

Harley Quinn x Poison Ivy

Harry du Bois x Kim Kitsuragi

James Delaney x Lorna Bow

Joe Goldberg x Forty Quinn

Joe Goldberg x Love Quinn

John Constantine x Bruce Wayne

John Constantine x Lucifer

Jon Kent x Damian Wayne (either aged up or still young, but if they’re young absolutely no NSFW)

Jonas Kahnwald x Martha Nielsen (any iterations)

Kaz Brekker x Inej Ghafa

Kaz Brekker x Jesper Fahey

Kyle Hyde x Brian Bradley

Kevin x Ilonka Pawluk

Laurent of Vere x Damen of Akielos

Leon Kennedy x Ada Wong

Leon Kennedy x Chris Redfield

Marius Josipovic x Julia Bowman

Marius Josipovic x Taylor Bowman

Mat Cauthon x Elayne Trakand

Mat Cauthon x Rand al’Thor

Mat Cauthon x Tuon Paendrag

Matt Murdock x Foggy Nelson

Matt Murdock x Frank Castle

Mike Ross x Harvey Specter

Moon Knight (all/any of them) x Layla El-Faouly

Moon Knight (all/any of them) x Peter Parker (adult Peter only)

Nate Fick x Brad Colbert

Nate Jacobs x  Maddy Perez

Nathan Prescott x Max Caulfield

Percy Jackson x Nico di Angelo

Phoenix Wright x Miles Edgeworth

Rob Ryan x Cassie Maddox (book verse)

Roman Godfrey x Peter Rumancek

Ronald Speirs x Carwood Lipton

Sherlock Holmes x John Watson

Stephen Holder x Sarah Linden

Steve Harrington x Eddie Munson

Thomas Shelby x Alfie Solomons

Tomas Ortega x Marcus Keane

Tyrell Wellick x Elliot Alderson

Wade Wilson x Peter Parker (adult Peter only)

Will Graham x Hannibal Lecter

Wolfgang Bogdanow x Kala Dandekar

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Ships (OC)

Alcina Dimetrescu x OC (female)

Atticus O’Sullivan x OC (any, supernatural or mythological)

Francis York Morgan x OC (any)

Holden Ford x OC (male, serial killer and/or detective)

John Constantine x OC (any)

Jonathan Reid x OC (any)

Peter Pan x OC (male, lost boy - no NSFW, though would feature dark themes as my Peter is inspired by the book The Child Thief. Would love platonic friends or enemies for this as well.)

Vanessa Ives x OC (any)

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Platonic

Carmy Berzatto & Richie Jerimovich

Dexter Morgan & Harrison Morgan

Five Hargreeves & Any Hargreeves Siblings

Hank Anderson & Connor

Jesse Pinkman & Walter White

Joel Miller & Ellie Williams

Kratos & Atreus

Moon Knight System (any against any)

Norman Bates & Dylan Massett

Peter Pan & Hook

[beastblade69]

felt a biiiittt more stable today and BOOM FUCKING BINDER WHICH II ORDERED SEVERAL MONTHS AGO WAS SHIPPED BACK CUZ I DIDN'T RECEIVE IT BECAUSE FOR FUCKS SAKE I DIDN'T RECEIVE NO CALL NOR MESSAGE THAT IT WAS ALREADY DELIVERED, WAS TRYING TO HELP MY SISTER SET UP AN AIRBUDS ACCOUNT AND THERE WAS A PROB W HER PHONE NUMBER SO I GAVE HER MINE, BUT NOT CURRENT, MY SECOND NUMBER AND MY FUCKING AIRBUDS PROFILE BECAME HERS AND I HAVE TO DO A GEOGRAPHY TEST BUT I FEEL LIKE CRUSHING MY FUCKING LAPTOP BECAUSE WHAT THE ACTUAL FICK STFU WHAT'S GOING ON