#ignore me I want to ramble about ships

[qu1nby]

I genuinely love when people say that they can’t see skk ever having a long, functional relationship because that is the appeal! It’s about loving someone despite knowing they are not the best person for you. It’s about self-destruction through others. Yes yes yes I want to see these touch-starved dumbasses cuddling and making dinner together because I know that there are also years of arguing and weird mind-game manipulative shit going on behind the scenes

[findafight]

Genuinely think some folks need to remove how we, the audience, see characters and relationships from an outside perspective from how those characters actually interact. Like y'all ask for nuance and I'm telling you that just because Nancy has gone through trauma and absolutely deserves to be as messy and complicated and hurt as she wants, doesn't mean Robin wouldn't think twice about dating her?

It's not about whose fault it is or centering a male character, it's about how Robin, the character, would interpret and internalize the facts she knows. She has no idea what exactly Nancy has been through, like we have. She encouraged Steve and Nancy in S4 to get back together, she comforted him when Nancy went straight back to Jonathan. Robin's place as Steve's best friend, someone she trusts implicitly, the person she wants to combine with, puts Steve as an important aspect of her life!

It's not that she hates Nancy! It's that even though they broke up a year and a half ago, there's some unresolved or redeveloping feelings there for Steve. It's not that I think Steve could/would/should be hurt or angry about his best friend dating his ex. It's that, in my opinion, Robin, from what we see of her, doesn't seem inclined to date a friend's ex. It's about Robin, and her personality, and that means her friendship and love of Steve.

[kaladinkholins]

mizutaigen is literally like. the first "toxic" m/f ship i've ever cared for. cuz like usually my taste in m/f ships is basically "unhinged baddie" x "badass wifeguy" *

* (see:yen/geralt. trevor/sypha. adolin/shallan. kataang but katara is sane and they're literally so wholesome like theyre traumatised kids in love who are each other's emblem of hope in a war-torn world! so basically they don't count. anyway. i'm rambling.)

and to that end my friend called mizutaigen yaoi-adjacent and im like. yeah you're right actually cuz like hell yeah non-binary mizu and bisexual taigen rights and all the gender fuckery in the show in general

but also like.

theres just SOMETHING else about mizutaigen that just GETS me. like there's a special secret sauce like the pheromones in that one sephora lotion attracting spiders and i am the silly spider!!! there's just something about it!!! it's not even the enemies to lovers trope cuz i personally am not even usually into that (obv it's fine if you are. but yk.)

so as i keep rotating these thoughts around i thiiink it's the fact that, yknow, theyre so similar. like i honestly truly think they could be besties in another universe: a kinder universe where taigen was not taught to hate. a universe where mizu was not born a girl in a deeply misogynistic society or half-white in a xenophobic homogeneous society.

yeah now that i think about it that really just might be THE secret sauce!!! like the fact that they COULD be perfect and happy together, if only things were different, if only they werent themselves.

smth v bittersweet about that's just driving me insane and makes me want to root for them to overcome all those obstacles, to say "fuck all that" (re:the world and all its fucked up shit) and find each other in the end. to eventually become each other's fav person and confidant. who obv still bicker and tease and insult each other all the time but they dont really mean any of it and over time it just becomes a running gag between them and no one else has to get it because it's just between the two of them.

[campybara]

Haha funny breaking bad post

[thsc-confessions]

"I'm worried about controversial stuff coming up about this ship opinion situation, but here we go-"

"I dislike Toppat Henry x Charles/ Henry x Toppat Charles, especially that second one. The artwork I see of it (especially Toppat Charles x Henry, not so much on the other option) leans into toxic relationships for me and I dislike it heavily."

"As much as I love Henrles (tied with Polythreat for me), that situation of "Enemies to lovers" is the one type of Henrles ship that just.. turns me the wrong way unfortunately.." submitted by anon

[blackjackkent]

Me> [struggling to unravel a very annoying UI bug]

My brain, entirely unprompted> H E Y. IF JAHEIRA HAD USED SOME MORE MINOR VERSION OF THAT RITE OF THE TIMELESS BODY ON RASAAD TO EXTEND HIS LIFESPAN, IT WOULD RESOLVE THE MORE FINICKY TIMELINE ISSUES ABOUT RION BEING THEIR KID.

Me> ...ok? I didn't ask right now but thank you for working that out I guess.

[nobleriver]

Me browsing through the official AMC Walking Dead shop and just typing in Richonne not really expecting much only to see this:

Official merch with the ship name on it. Consider me sold and take my money because YESS I’m getting it this instant.

[thegreatmachine17]

Ok but imagine tech is actually alive somehow. Cryo, med pod, somehow survived being stabbed and electrocuted, whatever, and the Batch figure this out and come back to find him. But instead of some drawn out search Tech just... casually limps out of the jungle covered in mud and makeshift camouflage with the Zillo beast trailing behind him like the worlds largest guard dog.

[todayisafridaynight]

I’m fairly new to the fandom, but I do have a question if you can answer it! Why do people ship Daigo with Aoki / Masato? I tried looking to see if they’ve interacted before, but couldn’t find anything! Sorry for asking I’m just </3 dumb AND I LOVE YOUR ART OF THEM!!! Nerd looking ahhhhhh

hi ! welcome to the community i hope you're having a lovely time so far and ty for enjoyin my stuff :) no need for apologies it's a very fair question to have :]

i cant speak for everyone (all. ten people into masadai anyway) but Personally To Me i just think the idea of them together is very funny. thats quite literally it im afraid..

[st4rstudent]

I think every social media website should have an effective tagging system, just my thoughts

[queerofthedagger]

the mortifying ordeal of having to decide if you're unwell enough about a new fandom yet that you should add it to the tagging list/intro post, or if there might still be hope for you.... knowing that the fact you're considering it means it's most likely already too late..... knowing it's so SO far past 'most likely' because there are already three (3) plots pinned in the discord server.............. SIGH

[findafight]

Fics where Robin isn't there beside Steve holding his hand and sharing her braincell with his like what's the point what's the goddamn point why would you separate them they are bonded like budgies or otters they need their bestie I can't fucking do this it's too much

[livehexmoments]

SO...first time posting a fic in a LONG time!! It’s basically a possible first chapter for a longer fic that will probably never be finished FEWFRGH. It’s also a rough draft because i hate proofreading, sorry if there’s any mistakes :( To explain some context, this is an AU where Lionel is the player and lives through his attempted murder. Now he’s stuck with video game characters in real life (O and Irving is there too but dont worry about it, barely mentioned here i think). I just think Lionel is super fun to write and i love making him pathetic <3

“Hey, I know you guys are still pissed and want me dead and that’s fine. But I feel bad not feeding you at least. So can you promise you won’t immediately try to murder me when I come in?”

Lionel Snill was met with silence from the other side of the door. He sighed. It’s been about two days since….The Hex incident. It has been nothing but hell ever since. Playing through the game and realizing that it was about how miserable his creations were was bad enough, but the whole murder plot? The realization as the hex opened that the whole “murder mystery” was a trick to get him invested and for them to kill him? It still gave Lionel chills. The plan didn’t work, obviously. He was still standing after all. Lionel couldn’t remember the exact details of what happened, but he got up and moved away right when his hand was coming in to strangle him. The Hex sucked them in and they freaked out. Reggie yelling on the floor, trying to grab him and kill him, bullets flying, and the little guy (Jeremiah was his name, Lionel remembers) even bit his leg to keep him from running. He was lucky that he had a door with a lock and immediately ran out and locked it. He started grabbing chairs and his couch, blocking it and trying to escape the bullets flying out of it. It’s a miracle the door was still standing. 

Eventually they ran out of bullets, mana, and energy, which gave Lionel enough time to reinforce the door the best he can and keep them there. He hasn’t really opened it since…Until Irving showed up. Apparently, killing a literal AI is a lot harder than thought of and Lionel had to open the door and drag a bloody Irving out before they tore him apart. Now Lionel was stuck with his murder hungry creations who most of them wanted his head on a stake and an injured AI who has been extremely unhelpful and quiet for most of the time. 

Fantastic.

He tried calling Carla but she blocked him on any type of social media app ever existed. So that’s wonderful. Thank god he was able to take their weapons/magic away or else he doubt he would have lasted as long as he’s been now. 

Going back to now, Lionel spoke up again, “Look. I know I screwed up bad. What happened to all of you and..what Irving did was awful. I’m sorry. I am trying to do better, and I can’t do that if you are still attempting to kill me. So just let me creak the door a bit open so I can pass the food over and I’ll leave you alone.” 

Lionel was met with more silence. He sighed in frustration and shakily creaked the door opened regardless. He couldn’t let them starve in there. What he was met with the faceless one staring at him, which he visibly jumped at. The room was dark, so Lionel couldn’t see the others but the faceless one had his arms out, motioning his hands to the plate Lionel carried. Lionel realized what they were trying to do and passed the food to them while making sure the door wasn’t opened enough for them to escape. Once the transaction was complete, Lionel quickly shut the door. He let out a relieved sigh at how well it went. 

“Alright. Great. That went well. See, I’m trying to be nice here. Feeding you with good food and-”

A feminine voice suddenly disrupted him behind the door, “Taste like shit.”

“...Well, I’m feeding you some food-”

An older voice spoke up, “Ehm…I never had food like this. Doesn’t look like food..”

Lionel looked frustrated and pinched the bridge of his nose. “Fine! I’m feeding you. At very least, I’m doing that! I may not make the best ramen but-”

Another voice appears, “This is ramen? There’s no flavor at all!”

“LOOK! I’m trying my best, okay?! Either eat the damn food or don’t, I don’t care!” Lionel jumped at the sound of a dish being thrown and smashed against the door.

“JESUS- Who did that?!”

He was met with silence once more and his patience snapped.

“Okay. Fine. Don’t answer. I’ll leave you alone.”

As Lionel was walking away from the door, he heard loud knocking from it.

“What now?!”

A young voice spoke, “I have to use the bathroom.”

Lionel stared at the door, in disbelief.

“...Bathroom? You’re video game characters.”

“And we use the bathroom! Cmon man, I have to go!”

“Does anyone else in there need to use the bathroom?” There wasn’t a clear response, but Lionel could tell with hearing the murmurs of agreement between them.

“Fine, okay. Here’s how this is going to work. I’ll let you use the bathroom, one at a time.”

Lionel continued to speak as the others stayed quiet. He honestly sounded a bit unsure as he spoke, “And if you try anything, I will not hesitate to…hurt you. Got it?”

The young voice quickly responded, “Yeah sure, can I just go, please?!” “Alright fine! I’m opening the door.”

He opened the door slightly to let the character come out and closed it quick to prevent the others from trying to run out with him. Speaking of which, turned out the voice was Weasel kid. Lionel had to stare at Weasel for a second, still can’t believing that his creations were alive this entire time. Weasel in turn, stared at him with an impatient look. His tail was flicking back and forth with his foot tapping impatiently. 

“Well? Where’s the bathroom?”

Lionel snapped out of it, “Oh, uh, it’s down this hall, second door.”

There was a pause as both of them stood there.

“...Aren’t you going to-”

“No. You��re going first. I don’t trust you behind my back.”

“Jeeze, whatever.”

As they both walked to the bathroom, Weasel leading first while Lionel was following behind, Lionel snapped. 

“Don’t ‘whatever’ me! You all tried to murder me! I don’t trust any of you. And secondly, I’m your creator! Is that how-”

“Yeah. It is.” Weasel turned to look at him with anger. His sunglasses were pushed down a bit, allowing Lionel to see the true fury behind his eyes. “How many times are you going to use that stupid argument anyway? It’s getting old.”

There was an uncomfortable tension. Lionel had to look away, looking almost guilty for setting the weasel off. Weasel simply pushed his glasses up with a snarl and kept walking forward, stopping at the first door in the hallway. 

“Is this the bathroom?”

“...Second door.”

“Oh. Right.”

As weasel went through the correct door, Lionel stood in front of it. He silently wondered if his creations shared any traits with him. Weasel did seem like he forgets things if he already forgot the directions talk they had 1 minute ago. Before Weasel could close the door, he looked at Lionel standing in front, confused. Lionel explained, “Like I said, I don’t trust you. I’m standing right here. Do your business and when you’re done, you’re going back in the room and I’m taking someone else. Got it?”

Weasel huffed and slammed the door. Lionel jumped in surprise of how loud it was and sighed. Thank god Irving was a heavy sleeper or else hell could have broken loose. He 

slid against the wall and sat on the floor, contemplating on how his life got to this point. Was he really that bad of a person? This was his karma wasn’t it? He sat there, hands in his face and trying not to cry in feeling overwhelmed. Lionel felt himself speaking before he could stop himself, his guilt taking over.

“..I’m sorry about Mr. Shrewd. It wasn’t your fault. I should have taken better care of him, not you. God, I knew I shouldn't have sold you off. The hell was I thinking?”

“. . . Did you regret it?”

Lionel snapped his head up to see Weasel standing over him with an unreadable face. He didn’t even hear the bathroom door open. Lionel sighed and locked eyes with him. 

“Yes. Well..kind of. I hated what they did to you, but when I was younger, I was stupid and couldn’t see anything but chasing after the next big thing to get me famous. I should have kept hold of your rights, told those bad reviews to screw off and kept going…I’m sorry.”

“...”

“You don’t have to say anything, just…please, believe me when I say I want to do better by you guys. I will.”

Weasel’s face was cold. “I don’t believe you.”

“I know, I-I know you don’t. Sorry.”

Lionel stood up as Weasel was already walking towards the room, with a much quicker pace. By time he got there, Weasel was waiting by the door, his head looking down to the floor. Before Lionel could open the door, Weasel spoke up, “If..If you did keep my rights and wanted to make another game, would-..would you keep Mr Shrewd alive?”

Lionel had to pause for a second. He could tell Weasel that yes, he would have absolutely kept him alive. He was a memorable character so it made sense he would be in all the games but…It felt like a lie.

Lionel was sick of lying.

“...I don’t know. Honestly? I don’t think I would have. I didn’t care about my own Mr. Shrewd when I should have, I can’t see my younger self caring about yours the same way you cared.”

There was an awkward silence that lingered as Weasel stared right at him. Lionel wanted so badly to look away but he wasn’t going to do that. He wanted to be genuine. Weasel took a deep breath and clenched his fist.

“So he would have been dead? Regardless of anything?!”

“Yes. I’m sorry.”

As he opened the door to let Weasel in, he swore he saw the kid wipe his eyes under his glasses. Lionel felt his chest hurt a bit and the guilt overwhelming at the sight. Good lord, he really was that cruel. Before he can even speak, the survivor stood up. 

“..I see you all decided the order already.”

While the others stayed silent (Reggie giving him the coldest and meanest glare that burned through his soul), Chandrelle spoke up,

“Yeah. Video game characters need hygiene as well, for your information. He smells the worst.”

“Okay. That’s fine. Just…stay put, I guess.”

“Hm.”

Lionel did a quick glance around to check on Weasel. He was already at his old spot, with the faceless one rubbing his back to comfort him. Lionel took a deep breath and let the survivor out of the room. He closed the door behind them.

[letstrywritingmaybe]

Okay i know I keep talking about how much I’m enjoying this month’s prompt, but it is starting to get out of hand so I had to just end it. There’s like so much I could add to and ramble about, like this is definitely a long game one (I mean they’re always meant to be slowburn but I’m impatient), the potential for drama and everyone else getting into their business! The denial, the whole fuck it we ball, adding different characters and playing with the dynamics! There’s just a lot okay, and this is only one of the sports I love. I’ve already plotted in my mind the other two sports AU’s and the vibes and roles they have there is just everything to me. I’m well aware no one cares, and I do want to finish my WIPs before I even think about starting a whole sports series. But yeah, I’m just very excited cause my fandom is colliding and it’s so self indulgent. Even more so than anything else I’ve ever written. My American is definitely showing and I don’t even have to try and tone it down, it’s part of the fic, I get to be as biased as I want with absolutely no shame. Love this for me <3

Update: what a wonderful sports day, and I finished the October prompts! Which means I get to focus on my WIPs hopefully… I’ve got a lot of fun things to do this month so I’ll probably be distracted. But I’m hopeful I’ll finally be done with IWICL, or at the very least update Devour (I’m like two chapters ahead I believe but I haven’t edited, so I’ll have to get on that.)

[trans-estinien]

Sometimes I feel like doing this with my brain

[daenerys-targaryen]

ok i'm going back to my cave some of y'all are too intense about things and i'm just here to vibe