#what is the ship name?

[ride-a-dromedary]

I'm thinking about Wyll/Halsin rn…

Two men with endless patience and wells of kindness within them; who have been hurt time and time again but continue to be gentle and jovial. Who were forced to grow up before their time, and take care of themselves without that same expectation of others. Who hold levels of insecurity so deep within that it has taken root there. Who feel the need to protect, but who protected them?

If anyone could make Halsin see the beauty in Baldur's Gate, it's bright eyed Wyll. And when Halsin murmurs “My hero,” eyes wide and adoring, it is without a lick of insincerity. 

They both want to be dads - and they would be such sweet ones together! Gentle parenting squared. Wyll is the one I could see joining Halsin in Reithwin and rebuilding. There is a lot of potential!!

[argentavis-paws]

I am absolutely (not) normal about them

[nottoolateforthegame]

Never thought we'd actually get bi Buck!

I am still a bit in shock!

I think Tommy's initial reaction to Buck saying he wanted Tommy's attention is pretty telling. He knows 100% that Buck has some unexamined feelings for Eddie but he's going to enjoy his time with Buck while it lasts.

I think Buck is going to play off the date to Eddie and Tommy will go along bc he's a good guy who understands Bucks not ready to out himself.

The Buck and Eddie conversation about Buck being bi will happen when they are alone and Eddie will be completely supportive/reassuring.

Buck is going to throw himself headfirst into his new relationship and Tommy is going to be so good for him.

I think Tommy will either leave bc work relocation or maybe will step back from Buck bc Tommy catches real feelings and needs Buck to work through his unresolved feelings for Eddie if it's going to go any further.

I don't know if we'll get Buddie this season. Maybe we'll get Buck realizing he's in love with Eddie?

No matter how it goes I can't get over how perfect that scene was!

[finchrambles]

Same charaters,diffrent font or whatever.

[thisiselectric]

Just read a fanfic where the possibility of Yoru turning Asa into a weapon was brought up.

Because obviously from chapter 121 it's obvious that Fujimoto wants to write Asa and Yoru slowly starting to care for each other.

And then there's a theory where Chainsaw Man will split the two apart from the new cover photo thing:

(I mean bro's literally got his chainsaw into her skull splitting her brain in two.)

What if after like 40-60 chapters of these two becoming close Chainsaw Man splits them apart and Yoru has to make a choice about what she cares about more: Asa or killing Chainsaw Man. Obviously if they're close, Yoru might still view Asa as "hers" and caring for her a lot would make her a really powerful weapon. But then she would also of course lose Asa forever.

It could either be her proving once and for all that the War Devil only cares about conflict and getting back her nuclear weapons, or if she could be more than that and have some sort of redemption arc or be tamed in some way.

And yes, here is the link to the fic where this idea was mentioned (it is a YoruAsa ship fic though, in case you're not interested in that stuff):

[sunflowerstories]

On Begged and Borrowed Time

Inspired by that Criston x Rhaenyra edit and Ivy - Taylor Swift (y'all broke me with this one ok)

Pairing: Criston Cole x Rhaenyra Targaryen, Laenor Velaryon x Rhaenyra Targaryen

Tags: Angst, Fix-it (kinda), Laenor is a good guy okay he needs love and better PR in this fandom, Possible multi-chap, Sadgirl Rhaenyra is a simp for Criston

Summary:

Ser Laenor Velaryon and Rhaenyra Targaryen, Princess of Dragonstone are married. But with the spectacle of her lover murdering his in their wedding feast, both are languishing in their home in the Red Keep. Rhaenyra feels the weight of being heir and starts to wonder if her disgraced lover, Ser Criston Cole, was right about Essos. Ser Laenor, who feels for his wife as much as she does for him, decides to find a way to keep her from wasting away. 

Chapter 1

Princess Rhaenyra Targaryen, The Realm’s Delight, known for her beauty and wit, is wasting away in her chambers in the Red Keep. Her hair, usually in beautiful braids, lay uncombed and unkempt on her shoulders. She changes from one night dress to another, her dresses remaining untouched and gathering dust in her closet. She refuses to eat, save for a few sips of water, and many many glasses of wine. She drifts off from one drunken stupor to another, refusing to speak to anyone, even to her father, the king of the seven kingdoms himself, King Viserys. 

The king, flanked by his loyal kingsguards, is reduced to a pleading mess at his beloved daughter’s bedroom door, pleading for her to eat, to say something, to do anything at all. 

“My girl.” pleaded the king, tears in his eyes. “I blame myself for this. For all of this.”

The king weeps, clinging to the knob of the princess’ door. “I hurt you.”

The princess, sitting on a table by the window oblivious to her father’s pleas, pays no mind and takes a long, big sip of wine from her goblet. 

Dornish Red. The humor of the gods sometimes. 

The king, slowly losing hope in getting through the walls of his beloved daughter’s heart of ice, once tearfully pleads with the princess for audience, to calm the storms of her heart that were his making. 

But was it his making? 

-

On another side of the Red Keep, Ser Criston stands guard to Queen Alicent Hightower, who is sitting on the Iron Throne, listening to the concerns of the realm in her husband’s absence. 

His armor has been a lot heavier than he first donned it, especially after the night the princess had taken it off of him. Now that talk of the princess languishing in her chambers are making rounds in the castle, his already tattered heart shatters even more. 

“Rhaenyra hasn’t eaten for days.” he hears Princess Helaena whisper to her mother, the queen. The astute Queen Alicent may not have been on good terms with her stepdaughter and former friend, but a look of worry paints her face quickly at Helaena’s words. 

“Send the maester to her, mother.” says the kindly young princess, “She’s ill.”

“She refuses to listen to father. What makes you think she’ll listen to the maester?” huffed Aegon, drunkenly, sipping on his tenth cup of ale for the day. 

A furrow makes its way to Queen Alicent’s face. Rhaenyra has always listened to her. Maybe she’ll listen to her now? 

Ser Criston swallows down the bile that had been rising in his throat. Maybe he’s to blame for all of this. If he had just refused that princess that night. Maybe if he just kept his stupid heart in place and knew where he stood. 

A relief washes over Criston as he sees Ser Arryk Cargyll arrive to relieve him from his shift. As soon as the knight made his entrance known to the queen, Ser Criston bid his queen farewell for the day, hoping that back at his chambers in the White Sword tower, a bottle with still enough ale left awaits to soothe him. 

-

Ser Laenor was not any worse than his wife. His beloved was snatched away from him by the Stranger, on his wedding day no less, by his own wife's lover, of all people. The gods did have a strange humor.

He takes out all this anguish and pain in swordplay, tearing down training dummies one by one to pacify the rage in his heart, spending more time in the training yard more than the marital bed with his wife. 

While he couldn’t love her the way a husband should love a wife, he cared for her. The princess has always been close to her Velaryon cousins, and he couldn’t ask for a better marriage of convenience than his beloved cousin and friend. 

As much as it pains him to lose his first love, his Knight of Kisses Ser Joffrey Lonmouth, to the princess’ beloved himself, the lowborn Ser Criston Cole, he could never fault her for the actions of her beloved. 

As much as it pained him to admit, no amount of gold or power they earned could ever make them happy, take away their pain. 

Laenor was about to strike down another training dummy when a ward of the Red Keep calls for his attention. 

“Ser Laenor, I apologize for interrupting.” says the nervous young girl, who he recognizes to be one of his wife’s handmaidens. 

“You interrupt nothing.” Laenor says kindly, putting down his long sword. 

“The king pleas for the princess to see him. “ the handmaiden tells Laenor with obvious sadness on her face. “The princess refuses, still.”

“He is stood at her door, ser.” continues the handmaiden “He refuses to leave.” 

Laenor wipes sweat off his forehead. He put this longsword back to its hilt on his belt, walking towards the handmaiden who leads him back to the chambers he shares with his wife. 

It was possibly the longest walk of his life, with all his thoughts and guilt crashing down on him as he made his way into the halls that lead to the royal chambers. 

When was the last time he spoke to Rhaenyra?

He tried. He spoke to her, but all she gave him was a small, sad smile. He had the kitchens prepare her favorite meals, which she politely tasted but still refused to eat. He offered to take her back to Driftmark, offering the hospitality of his family and the calming sea breeze to cure whatever ills her, but she refused. 

What was left for him to do?

Laenor had the training yard, his dummies, his sword. But what did Rhaenyra have? 

Ser Joffrey was gone. He doesn't have to be reminded of his loss everyday, as long as he does not let his mind linger onto his memories for too long. 

But Ser Criston lives. And everyday, the princess has to see him. To look at him. To speak to him. To have their lost love roaring back to her, all while reminding her the best thing to ever happen to her is in plain sight, but will always be out of her reach.  

He hated Ser Criston for murdering his beloved. He could put him to death if he liked. After all, his family is the wealthiest, most powerful in the realm, next only to the house of the dragon themselves. 

But he remembers Rhaenyra. Her tears at his expense. How she comforted him in their mess of a wedding. How she offered him the freedom to love as he pleases despite their marriage. 

He knew what it was like to lose the one you love. 

He could never do that to her. 

Laenor and the handmaiden arrive at the door of their marital chambers, where he finds the king, ill and aging, desperately clinging to the door handle, and to whatever remains of his daughter’s love for him. 

“Your grace.” Laenor greets, saddened by the king’s state. “I apologize for all of this. I shall speak to my wife.”

“There is nothing to forgive, ser Laenor.” replies the king. “Had I tried to listen to her…”

“Let me speak to my lady wife, your grace.” offers ser Laenor, feeling sorry for the sickly old man that rules the realm. “I will do everything to restore her joy and her health.” 

Laenor gives the king’s hand a reassuring pat. The king, understanding the young lord’s sympathy, truly believes that her husband could make a difference. King Viserys steps away from the door and makes his way back to the throne room, while Laenor takes his place by the door. 

“My love? Rhaenyra?” calls out Laenor, knocking on the door. “It’s me.”

In seconds, he hears the door make a small sound. 

“Laenor.” was all she said, his presence comforting her. 

Laenor enters the room, as the princess returns to her seat by the window. He notices many empty bottles of wine on the floor. 

The princess, still a beauty despite the disheveled hair and crumpled night dress, gives him a small smile. 

“I can’t stand seeing you like this.” says Laenor, grabbing one of the wine bottles and filling a goblet for himself. “Please tell me what I could do. What I need to do to help you.”

Rhaenyra gives him a small, sad smile, the kind he always saw her wear since they married. 

“Nothing.” says the princess. “You being here is enough.”

-

Laenor couldn’t believe what he was doing. Of all the times he had the misfortune to run into Criston Cole, it took everything in him not to pommel his face in, the way he did with his Joffrey. 

In fairness to the lowborn knight, Criston looked every bit guilty whenever Laenor’s eyes would meet his in the court, and this possibly would be the only reason why he hasn’t murdered him yet. 

This and Rhaenyra, his wife. 

Laenor knew Criston would be training in the yard at this hour, and he knew it would be an opportune time. 

As he moves closer to where the Dornish knight stood, he notices his presence and immediately faces him. 

“You really are a skilled knight.” says Laenor, impressed with Criston’s reflexes. “No wonder your princess chose you.”

Your princess. 

Laenor’s words echo in Criston’s mind, along with the princess’ voice from all of his memories of her. He so wanted to drive his sword deep into the Valyrian knight’s heart for mocking his pain. 

But then he remembers. 

“I apologize, ser.” says Criston, quicker than he would have liked. “I know nothing I do could ever…”

“You can never bring him back.” says Laenor, the sting of Joffrey’s loss in his heart still fresh and painful as ever. “But there is one thing you can do.” A feeling of relief and fear crept into Criston’s heart. What did Laenor want? A quick death for him by his hand? Throw him in the black cells? Send him to exile in Dorne?

But he owes him. That, Criston knew. Whether he liked it or not, he is at Laenor’s mercy. 

He takes in a breath, gathering himself and his thoughts, readying himself for the young lord’s sharp sword - or sharp words - when the Laenor’s words take him aback. 

“Your princess needs you.”

[mari-lwyd-fannibal-blog]

For @garlicbreadguy 💙

[cynical-gamer-media]

Edelgard/F!Shez Headcanons

I just think they would be adorable together: austere emperor and bubbly himbo (F!Shez screams more himbo energy than M!Shez and she seems more authentic to me) that have more in common than they realise.

Spoilers for Scarlet Blaze!

They don’t fall for each other until Edelgard starts to trust Shez.

But Shez may have been crushing on her prior. She’s pretty and full of conviction and can kick her ass--

Arval is unsure what to make of it, but will always scold Shez for being stupid around Edelgard.

Shez: ‘Hey Edelgard--you’re so emperor-y ;)!”

Arval: ‘Why am I stuck with you...?’

If Edelgard needs to relax she can rest the back of her head upon Shez’s breasts. They are akin to the softest pillow. 

Shez loves taking Edelgard on picnics so to loosen her up and totally not be enamoured by her genuine smiles.

Shez had accidentally pulled Edelgard too hard and they have rolled down a hill with Edelgard laughing joyously.

Shez is starstruck.

And being a genius she tickles her to hear more of those melodious laughs.

Totally worth it.

They talk about their mothers and how it feels not having one in their life anymore.

They also talk about the fear of losing those they care for because they have lost those dearest to them.

Shez has tried writing love letters only to flush and scream. When she alerts others she eats the letter. 

Edelgard’s flirts fly over Shez’s head.

Edelgard: ‘Your eyes are like dawn captured in them.’

Shez: ‘Oh thanks :). Your eyes look like lilacs :). I like lilacs :).’

Edelgard greatly appreciates Shez’s honesty and bluntness. Likewise Shez appreciates Edelgard’s frankness too.

They always check upon each other after a battle and sometimes get a bit too close or personal with their touches.

Edelgard was the first to not fear Shez’s Awakened form.

Shez will always appreciate how she came up to her without fear.

They do each other’s hair as both have long hair.

Well did as Shez nearly knotted the emperor’s hair. Never again.

Shez thinks it's hot when Edelgard rams through enemies and shouts ‘get out of my sight’. Arval judges her.

Shez has asked for Dorothea’s advice on the art of flirting, but Dorothea thinks she is too hopeless and Edie too oblivious.

Edelgard spoke with Hubert and Monica about the weird warmth she gets around Shez and for once the two retainers agree upon something: she is an oblivious fool.

When they defeated TWSitD and Rhea in a burst of excitement Shez cupped Edelgard’s cheeks and smooched her.

Shit, shit, shit--why did she--

Then Edelgard returns the kiss and laughs at her stunned reaction.

They are a couple in private. Well, some Black Eagles know.

By some it is all save Caspar.

Shez is super affectionate while Edelgard is affectionate only in private.

Shez loves hugging her (once Edelgard grew accustomed to it), and Edelgard likes resting her hand upon hers at a picnic.

They steal a lot of quick kisses when no one is looking.

Shez cuddles the hell out of her. Hug the small adorable emperor.

When they bear their scars they talk about how they got them. 

[onlygayinthecomics]

cw for shipcest and noncon and idk maybe other things but yk!! just in case!

au yippee!!

less of an au au more of a what if

2012 btw, im like always talking about 2012 /lh /nu

karai getting closer and closer to mikey and leading him off in the middle of mission to play around with her favourite brother with more or less consent but whos around to check ;P

he. a. dores it but doesn't know what "it" is

karai whipser barking at him "be quiet, idiot" when he moans a little too loudly. she always makes sure to check up on him after tho, always lots of cuddles

leo still has a crush on her, mikey doesnt know that if leo knew what they were doing just outside of the lair he would be insanely jealous

donnie mentioning something about april and casey wondering off alone in a negative tone ("whats wrong with that?" "oh well.. you know...") and having to give him the birds and the bees talk.

thats when mikey realised what hes actually doing with karai. and yet, does he stop? nope :)

ya anyway. im a multishipper and love every ship and i love thinking of new ships and how they would interact (cant post this on main frickin anti mutuals /lh)

anywayyy 😁😁

I love this! Karai and Mikey would be great to read, especially with a jealous Leo slowly putting pieces together every time they disappear together.

[doverstar]

I grin so much when I watch the Hellcheer picnic table scene. Both of them, both of their personalities, they just make me happy. So much dopamine-

[wolxoltl]

Time really is a flat circle.

[pien-art]

alright, they got to me :)

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for my most dearest @cecefly <33

[epoxyconfetti]

Q: Secret fandom? A : Beast Wars Silverbolt. Next question?

[annalise-austenne]

Me too Namari

[shewreckz]

this is how it went what are you talking about

[ithinkdogshouldvote]

Yuri but its toxic and they kiss about it