#you may never see a crackship again

[readychilledwine]

Surprises

Summary - Azriel has been itching to touch his High Lady for a long time. (Azriel x Tamlin's sister OC x Rhysand)

Warnings - NSFW - minors DNI, porn with little plot, oral (male and female receiving), shadow play, wing play, over stimulation, anal play, dirty talk, Rhys being a slight pleasure dom.

A/n - so I *may* have forgot there is a character named Briar in the series already, but figured with allowing the Tamlin x Elain crackship (which I'm not overly a fan of but can see Elain so happy in spring and allowed it for this) I might get forgiven. There's potential for this to have a fairly um plot lacking part 2. Just let me know what you think.

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Rhys currently had his head buried in her cunt, eating her like a man starved while she begged and pleaded to cum.

If Briar died now, she'd die happy.

She caught the peonies in the vase out of the corner of her eye. They were blooming rapidly as her pleasure took over.  My little Springling still can't control her flowers when I'm playing with this pretty pussy, can she?

Her only response to her mate was a loud whimper as he sucked and licked her clit, eyes never leaving hers as she leaned up on her elbows to watch.

400 years, and I will never tire of the taste of you on my tongue. He pushed two fingers into her, making her cry out his name. So tight and wet. Is this all for me, Briar?

"Yes, daddy. It's always for you. I'm yours." The high lord moaned around her swollen and abused clit at the words. She'd already came twice for him, but he wanted more. He wanted her begging him to stop. He got off on the tears she'd cry from over stimulation and edging, and he wanted those big tears tonight. He wanted her so far gone she could only cry. Say the word and we stop. 

"Yes daddy," she sighed softly before leaning back down. Moaning loudly as he continued sucking, licking, and finger fucking her to another orgasm. 

This third one was always the hardest to get from her, but once it happened, she'd be putty for him. And that thought alone as he pushed against the spongy part of her core that made her see stars .Rhys got off on Briar's pleasure. He ate her pussy because it pleased HIM to watch her squirm. To watch her beg. To watch her Spring Court magic unleash itself on the flowers he kept in the room for that exact purpose. They bloomed beautifully as she reached her peak, and based on the twitching and clenching of her walls, the sound of his name falling from her lips like a prayer, the way the peonies had fully opened, and her thoughts of nothing but Rhys wrecking her, she was almost there. 

And then a knock came on the door, making them stop and Rhysand growl loudly. The knock was followed by the sound of a deep cold voice, "Rhys, I'm really sorry, but the other high lords are here. In the townhouse. Like right now. They're all here. With their parties. They're all in the great hall you added on. They've agreed to your meeting, but want to do it on their terms. Feyre, Cass, and Lu are doing the best they can to entertain them."

Briar whimpered in frustration due to Rhysand stopping. He shot her a look, Do not whine like a brat, or I will not let you suck my dick for a week. Her lip trembled at the thought. 

He kept his fingers pumping in and out of her, curling and hitting the perfect spot before adding his thumb to circle gently around her clit. He could smell Azriel's arousal when Briar moaned again and smirked slightly.  He knocked gently on Azriel's shields, his brother allowing him in instantly. She's been thinking about it more and more, Azriel. Maybe she just needs the right surprise and motivation.

Rhys watched her arch her back before verbally responding, "When did they get here? Is my wonderful brother in law here as well?"

Azriel was about to undo his belt, and take care of the problem listening to Briar's cries was creating, but stopped himself.  She was his high lady, his best friend. He would not do this, "Lucien's message came to the House of Wind maybe 10 minutes ago. You warded the house so heavily I had to fly in since you did not answer when any of us called. Yes, Tamlin is here."

Rhysand's smile went feral, "Give me 5 minutes, Azriel. The High Lady is almost done. Feel free to come watch." 

Azriel was surprised, but never one one to look a gift horse in the mouth. He opened the door immediately and went to the chair at the desk across from the bed. 

Briar's long blonde curls were around her like a golden halo. Her back arched as Rhys began eating her out again. Her panting was rapid and heavy, her breasts bouncing lightly as she lowered her back to bed. She felt like her skin was on fire under Azriel's watchful gaze. He was memorizing every dip and curve of her, a hand resting under his chin as a soft smirk played on his face.

Do you want him to touch you baby? Briar whined and nodded. She felt Rhys chuckle softly into her clit purposely making her moan again. Call for your spymaster, little mate.

"Azriel," hazel eyes met green as Briar held her hand out to the shadowsinger, "Please. Need you." He blinked a her, a single dark brow arching as if to challenge her. "Az, please. So close. Need you."

He moved slowly at first until Rhys came into his head. She wants you to touch her Azriel. Would you rather taste her or have her taste you?

Cauldron boil me Rhys. You know what I'm going to pick. And the high lord did, he pulled off and out of Briar making her sigh sadly again but not whine as she watched her husband crawl up her body. 

"You're going to get on your hands and knees. You're going to sit that delicious cunt on Azriel's face. And you're going to suck my cock like a good little girl. Am I understood?" 

"Yes daddy." The three of them moved in sync and Azriel growled the second he had Briar in tasting distance. 

She was dripping, new heat hitting her core at how taboo this was. "Sit on my face, Briar." Rhysand gently pushed her shoulders lowering his mate on to Azriel's waiting mouth and tongue. 

The groan of pleasure that left Azriel the second her essence hit his tongue made Briar cry out loudly. Immediately, Azriel had his tongue buried inside of her walls, teeth gently grazing her swollen nerves. Rhys pulled his cock from his boxers and tapped the head on Briar's lips. "Open now." 

She parted her lips, immediately coming to lick off his precum.  We must be quick, my love. We can't have them waiting too long.

If he keeps doing whatever he's doing down there, I'll be done in seconds. Rhys laughed darkly and relayed the message to Azriel as he brought his wife's hair into a make shift ponytail and began slowly fucking her mouth. He groaned softly as shadows began playing with Briar's nipples. "Such a spoiled girl." Rhys thrusted harshly into her mouth making her gag.

Azriel smirked from below her and doubled down on his efforts, Briar was constantly moaning around Rhysand as he forced her to deep throat him, his eyes shutting, head thrown back in pleasure as she gagged and swallowed around him. Azriel began to tease her other puckered hole with his shadows. The second she started grinding her hips, moaning around Rhysand's cock, he asked his brother, Can I? 

Fuck her like a whore, Az. Give her a little taste of what this would be like. Azriel commanded the shadow, it pushed into Briar's ass and began gently fucking her while Azriel continued eating her cunt. It was dripping consistently now, and he was drinking every ounce he could, his tongue licking her inner walls. He undid his leather bottoms, pulling out his own cock and fisting it in time with his tongue in her cunt.

Rhysand looked down at Briar from his long lashed. Her eyes were brimmed with tears, her face red as she choked on his member, lips swollen with saliva falling on her chin. She was moaning around him like a well trained whore, and below her?

Below her was one of his favorite sights in the world, Azriel eyes shut in bliss, cock in his hand, he was practically drowning in Briar's juices. His wings flaring with joy, shadows circling her perfect body. Rhys has wanted to watch the two of them for a century now. But Gods his brother and her moaning together was almost too much. 

He could tell she felt guilty though. Guilty Az was not being stimulated since she couldn't see behind her. Her fingers twitched before slowly reaching down. She found the hard ridge of his massive wings and ran the backs of her fingers on it. Azriel and Rhysand both groaned at the sight. The scarred hands tightening down on her thighs while her husband's pulled her hair tighter.

Is this okay? She knew their wings were precious. She would never want to violate Azriel. 

"He wants you to play with him, my spider lily. Keep going. Show him how good you want him to feel." Rhysand's voice was breathy. She could tell by his twitching cock, the sloppy thrusts, and the vile things leaving his mouth he was close.

And so was she. She continued moan from Azriel's thick tongue and skilled mouth pulling her apart while his shadow fucked her rarely used hole. Dragging deliciously inside of her and making the efforts of Azriel's tongue feel doubled.

Azriel was moaning from her fingers gently massaging the sensitive parts of his wings, and from her pleasure. He was close. He would have came just from getting to watch Rhys and Briar. This was a surprise he had not been expecting, though, and he knew he would not last long.

Rhys moaned, whispering the dirtiest things as he continued roughly fucking the Daughter of Spring's throat. He could have died a happy male, right here, right now. Watching his wife struggle with all three of her holes filled, watching Azriel's hips buck his cock further into his hand as she played with his wing, then she touched Rhysand's wing, and he knew. He knew he was in for the end game. Make daddy cum, Briar. You know the spot.

Briar found the spot she wanted on Azriel first. It was the same spot she was now reaching for on Rhysand's own left wing. The second she tapped it on both of the wings, the males fell over the edge. Rhysand shoved her head fully onto his cock, coming undone deep down her throat. Whispering her name over and over as she swallowed his seed and never broke eye contact with him. Briar moaned, swallowing the salty liquid. She continued giving Rhys soft sucks in time with his hips twitching.

Azriel growled and whimpered from his high into Briar's cunt before latching directly onto his high lady's clit to make her fall over the edge as he came on his hand and leathers.  "Cum for him Briar." It was her high lord, mate, and husband's command that finally gave her the ability to cum on Azriel's waiting tongue. Rhys pulled out of her mouth allowing Azriel to hear her soft cries of his name name he allowed her to grind her hips on his face. 

"Azriel! Fuck! Gods yes!" Rhys caught Briar as her body gave out, finally falling too far over the edge of bliss. Her legs were shaking around Azriel's head as he held her thighs in place and worked her body through her high, allowing her inner walls to twitch on his tongue and greedily lapping each drop of her juices down. Rhys was in her ear, praising her as he held her chin and watched her eyes as she fell into an over stimulated haze.

He finally picked her up, allowing Azriel to sit up. "What do you say, Briar?"

Her cock drunk eyes hit Azriel as she smiled softly, "Thank you."

He nodded, "Anything for my high lady. I'm going to change and let them know you're on the way." With that sentence he was gone, Rhys giving him a scent shield so no one would know what just happened. 

He snapped a true night court dress on Briar. It was a thin black gossamer with hand sewn gems making it look as though she was covered in stars. Her body was mostly exposed. Everyone would see the marks he had already left on her. He fixed her golden crown before snapping clothing on himself.  He leaned down kissing his wife and mate deeply waiting for Azriel to give the okay.

They're all seated and ready whenever you are.

Winnowing now. Rhys pulled Briar to him, smirking at her flushed freckled cheeks, her wide doe eyes pleading for more. The next several hours would have to be mental stimulation, teasing touches. A big built up, he had decided, until the two of them were alone again, hopefully with a spymaster in tow.

He winnowed them directly into the town house and pulled away from her when they hit their destination. He led her into the hall by the small of her back. The inner circle all stood next to two empty chairs. Lucien took one look at Briar and had to school his reaction before sneakily giving Rhys a thumbs up.

"How nice of you all to join us here," Rhys faked the pleasantries as he greeted them all. "I'm sure my mate will forgive all of you for ruining the evening we had planned for our anniversary. Come, Briar Darling." They moved to sit. Taking the long way to their side. 

The room was silent. Tamlin's face had gone red as soon as the scent of his sister and Rhysand hit him, Elain giggled in the seat next to him. Helion was holding back laughter as he looked at the cock dazed high lady. Kallias and Viv had their mouths covered, eyes sparkling with glee. Rhys sat her in the chair meant for her before kneeling down in front of her.

"Briar Darling, are you with us?" Briar just sighed softly and kissed Rhysand making the Lord of Autumn scoff and Eris smirk. "Wonderful. That means my influential cock and I had almost gotten to do my job." A few laughs filled the room as Rhys winked to Beron. 

He tapped into Azriel's mind, And that you did yours wonderfully brother. Come back tonight so we can finish what we started. 

Azriel's wings fluttered in joy as Briar smiled softly at him. To the outside world, it appeared the High Lady was just acknowling her known sworn sword, but Azriel and Rhys knew what she was thinking as Rhysand poured in filthy inner thoughts into Azriel's mind. With pleasure brother. 

Rhysand moved into his own seat, his mate curling her legs into the chair and snaking an arm around his as she leaned into his shoulder. He leaned back, joking behavior gone as he put a hand on Briar's exposed leg, and stroked her outer thigh gently, "Welcome to my townhome, and welcome to Velaris, the City of Starlight. It is the gem of the Night Court. I would have prepared a tour and meal at one of Briar's favorite places to take newcomers had we known you all were coming, but we will make do with what we have." Lucien handed him the paperwork Rhysand had drafted for this meeting.  "Shall we get started?"

[tsunami-of-tears]

Foxtrot

Nesta x Cassian x Eris

A/N: I see your Azris Crackship, and I raise you - Nerissian

Wordcount: <700

Warnings: Angst, violence 

So much had changed since the last Solstice. Prythian was finally experiencing a period of somewhat peacefulness. Eris, who had proven to be a loyal ally to the Night Court, was once again in attendance at the annual Solstice Ball in the Hewn City. 

Eris stalks up to the dais to greet the High Lord and Lady. Bowing his head, he says with his typical smirk, “Happy Solstice.” 

Eris presents a gift to Feyre. She takes the box from his hands and removes the top, revealing a palm-sized orb with a button on the side. 

“This is for Nyx. It’s a nightlight, press that button to turn it on.”

Feyre presses the button and the orb lights up, projecting a replica of the night sky onto the ceiling. From his mother’s lap, Nyx’s little eyes widen.

Eris crouches down to be at Nyx’s level and speaks to the boy in a hushed tone, “With those great wings, you’ll be able to see all of those stars one day.” Nyx babbles back to the male, revealing a tiny bottom tooth. 

“Thank you very much, Eris. This is so thoughtful,” Feyre responds, smiling wide at the Autumn Heir. 

“It’s my pleasure, I had something similar when I was a young boy.” Eris rises from his crouched position and his eyes meet Nesta’s.

From her spot at the side of the dais, Nesta watched the interaction thoughtfully. She had warmed to the male over the past year, but her mate had not. 

Eris flashes Nesta a charming smile and extends his hand. “I haven’t stopped thinking about our last dance. Would you do me the honour of joining me for another?”

Nesta steps forward, looking regal in her black gown and halo of silver laurel wreaths. She takes Eris’s hand in hers, “You know it’s hard to find a good dance partner these days.” 

Eris winks at Nesta as he brings her hand to his lips. 

Cassian tenses as he observes the exchange, but says nothing. He knows how much Nesta loves to dance and wants her to enjoy the ball. 

With arms linked, Eris leads Nesta to the centre of the dancefloor, just in time for the next number.  

The song is slow enough that partners can chat with each other as they move around the room. After a few graceful spins, Eris pulls Nesta flush against his body, still swaying in time with the music. 

Eris leans forward to speak softly into Nesta’s ear. “I never got a chance to congratulate you on your mating. It’s a shame, Autumn would have suited you. You certainly have your own flames.”

Eris pulls back, his eyes simmering with heat as they meet Nesta’s. Her eyes widen as the sharp snap rings in both of their ears and they feel the tug in their chest. 

Nesta gasps as she drops Eris’s hand and reaches for her heart, towards that shimmering bond.  

Eris moves his free hand to gently caress her jaw, “Ah little fox, you may be a fire queen after all.”

Cassian, who has been watching the pair intently, storms over at that moment. “Get your hands off my mate,” He yells. 

Fists fly, and Eris ends up on the floor - not expecting the attack. 

Nesta screams as Cassian kneels to hit Eris again. “No, please don’t hurt him.” Nesta claws at his arm to stop him, but he’s frozen mid-punch.

Cassian’s jaw goes slack and his arms fall to his side as he meets Eris’s amber eyes. The unmistakable snap echoeing in their ears. 

“Cauldron, no,” Cassian whispers.

Hushed voices and shuffling feet can be heard as Rhys clears the ballroom. Azriel grabs Cassian under his arms, hauling him to his feet. Nesta rushes to Eris, kneeling beside him and dabbing his split lip with a handkerchief.

“Mother’s tits,” Rhys mutters, prowling over to see what the commotion was “You guys are such children, what is— oh.”

Rhys lets out a dark chuckle as he realises what has just transpired.

He looks between Eris and Nesta on the ground, and then over at Cassian who looks like he’s about to be sick. “The cauldron is cruel.”

[st-rarepair-roulette]

Stranger Things Rarepair Roulette

How to play?

This is an event for making new rarepair content, but with a twist. Challenge yourself to roll the dice and receive a pairing that you’ve never thought of before (or maybe you have, idk your business.)

Sign up begins September 26, and closes October 23. There will be a Google form posted to this account for you to sign up with.

From there each participant will receive a customized randomizer linked to their tailored list to randomize to their heart’s content!

Not sure what to do? Ask for a second die and we will roll you up a prompt to try and start you.

Participants will have to fill out a form with your likes and dislikes, and your rolls will be weighted for your parameters. Participants will also have a place to submit pairings.

How do I submit a pair?

Have a pair you’d love to see written? Maybe your beloved rarepair only has one or two fics and you’d love to see more. Maybe you have a crackship you just can’t get out of your head. Maybe you’re just throwing stuff in for fun.

This is not the rarepair event for big ships give us the weird stuff!

Submit pairings by a separate Google form beginning September 26. submissions will close October 23. Watch here for the submission form to go up. You can also submit a prompt for our writers and authors to choose from.

What are the dates?

Submission and sign up is from Sept 26 to October 23. On November 1, you’ll receive your randomized link and an invite to our discord server. There will be a check in around January 1 that you are still feeling good about the event. Final submissions will be due on or by April 1st. There will be a collection on AO3 open from April 1st to 7th, and you can post on tumblr or X (ugh) with the hashtags #ST Rarepair Roulette or #STRarepairRoulette.

Do you need help?

Yes please God, DM if you would be interested in helping give people pairs and answer questions!

Frequently Asked Questions

What are the requirements?

Minimum of 500 words for a writer and at least a line work art piece.

Are there any other rules?

Only two: no ship or character bashing, this is an open event. And no Artificial intelligence, the goal is to make some more human art for a beloved rarepair.

I want to sign up but I’m nervous that I’ll have to write X or get character X, what are the parameters?

You’ll have to fill out a form with usernames and contact info, and additionally we’ll give you parameter options, like disallowing certain characters, or opting out of any dead dove ships. You may also select up to one favorite character, and your rolls will be weighted to favor ships featuring that character. If you have more questions feel free to shoot a DM.

You will not receive a randomizer that contains your disliked pairs unless the mod made an error but each pair list is tailored to you.

Will X character be included? What about dead dove pairings? Will any pairings be not allowed?

Yes, all characters and pairs are included but because it is random, and we want to be respectful of our author’s parameters, keep in mind that some submitted pairs may not be selected.

All pairs are allowed however the pairings will be weighted in favor of ships with less than 1,000 fics, in the spirit of being a rarepair event.

What if my pair was never selected?

You can hold on to it, who knows, i may do this again.

Who are the mods?

@shieldofiron @applewillowstone @jaylikesrainbowtigers and @intothedysphoria

I already messaged you a submission will it get counted?

Yes, anyone who dmed me or commented on the initial interest check will get counted. If you want to fill out the submission form with prompts or more pairs, feel free.

If I participate can I submit a pair?

Yes, and it will go into the regular drawing like all the others.

If two people submit the same pair does it get two entries?

No, the pair will be entered once, but as the pairing will be randomized there may be two participants who get the same pair.

How are you randomizing?

A randomizer from perchance.org.

Is the mod crazy?

Yes. Crazy for rarepairs.

[l3xdrigo]

"Finally, home" Regulus slumped back lazily onto a chair in Vertin's office, both her and Vertin have just returned from a long day of another grueling field mission, seriously when are they going to get a break.

Vertin has already sat down and begun writing the report, her coat hanging in the boat rack and her signature top hat off her head. The only light in the room is a small desk lamp and the moonlight on the fake sky of the suitcase. Regulus sat there with her hat over head, she decided to adjust it a bit to see a bit more, looking in front of her, she sees the ever so stoic timekeeper writing away, basking in the moonlight as it highlights how elegant and beautiful the timekeeper truly was. Her silver-gray tied into a bun was slightly a bit more messy and unruly, some strands flowing down to the side of her face. Her eyes nearly shining in the darkness and some of the freckles on her face like stars in the sky.

Regulus stared at Vertin for awhile, she wasn't sure if the tiredness finally got to her as thoughts slipped out of her mouth

"You're really pretty and gorgeous yknow that"

Upon realizing what she just said, she froze up and stared at Vertin for a bit, who stopped what she was doing and looked at Regulus with a puzzled yet quite a bit flustered face

"I mean, what I meant to say was, I can see why Sonetto and some other lads took a liking to you, not just by your personality I guess.. But your looks as well." Regulus quickly tried to defend herself, covering her face with her hat as she felt embarrassed about what she just did. Vertin finally composed herself and let out a small laugh.

"Thank you Regulus, I think you're really pretty as well"

She had a sincere smile over her face, *Someone kill this pirate already* Regulus thought as she sank deeper onto the chair and her hat.

(Or Qpr Reguvert brainrot has hit me again)

Bonus

Regulus wakes up in Sonetto's arms as Sonetto runs to get out of her from danger, stopping a few times to attack some Manus followers. She looked so fierce yet composed, her orange hair was a bit of a mess as it flows through the wind, a few blood stains her face. "You look so beautiful right now" yep, the concussion got to her, she might as well die in Sonetto's arms because there's no way she's recovering from that. Sonetto looks at her with a flushed face but immediately shakes it off "Regulus! Thank goodness you're alright" as Sonetto continues to head back, she quietly says "also.. thank you for the compliment Regulus, I think you're beautiful yourself"

Yep, she's gonna pass out now and never wake up, nope

(Again, can be viewed as platonic or romantic)

(The three of them are currently taking over my life and I may have started a new crackship in my brain)

[fanfic-lover-girl]

Future Trunks Deserves Better Ships

So fanfic with Future Trunks is very limited. But here are the pairings that I have read or seen when searching for fics in the past:

Trunks/Past 18

Trunks/Future 18

Trunks/Broly (crackship based on DBZA)

Trunks/Mai (most prominent pairing now due to DBS)

Trunks/Female OC (never read any fics with this)

I have a question: why is Trunks constantly paired with people who are WAY older than him?

Trunks is literally the good boy next door type. I can see him getting on well with a variety of women. And Toriyama or whoever decided to pair him with MAI, a woman who was a gag villain in dragon ball?? At least 18 was a fleshed-out character. My boy Future Trunks deserves better!!! Mai is literally Bulma's age or older! She could be his mom!

Out of all the ships, I think Trunks/Past 18 is the best. The age gap would be lesser compared with future 18 and past 18 has the benefit of not being responsible for Trunks' trauma. I read a fic a few weeks ago called "Butterfly Effect" that had Trunks/past 18 as the main ship and it was so good. The downside is that Krillin does not get with 18 but Krillin got another love interest in that fic and I am not a diehard Krillin/18 shipper so I hardly cared.

Trunks/future 18 is interesting. I read a great fic where the OG Trunks (the one killed by Imperfect Cell) was brought back to life and ended up marrying his future 18. They had a daughter together. I loved the character development which made their enemies to lovers journey feel satisfying. However, the issue with Future 18 being paired with Trunks is that she is half responsible for his suffering. Even if it turns out she was mind-controlled, it was still her. Plus, I have a huge distaste for the dragon balls being used to wipe Earthlings' memories so former villains (like Buu) can walk free. It's disgusting. I think Bulma or Trunks erased people's memories when the androids were dead though. But it was convenient for the ship to take off. Can't start dating 18 if you have people screaming whenever they see her and want her in jail after all. Plus, Future 18 has to be at least 16 years older than him. Ugh.

I like Trunks/Broly as a crackship. Too bad there aren't any serious fics that are completed. The only completed works seem to be porn. Anyway, this ship has issues. First the age gap again. Second, it's not a fruitful ship (pun intended). As the last protector, Trunks needs to train humans to fight and/or have Saiyan hybrid kids to teach to take up the mantle. I think you get my point about why this ship is problematic. As the last full-blooded Saiyan, it would benefit the Earth more for Broly to either meet a human female or another strong alien that could bear him kids. Imagine a hybrid with Broly's potential?! I'm pumped with excitement already as I type this!

If I were to decide the type of girl I would pair with Trunks, I would go with something like this:

A fighter like Videl. Someone with a fiery spirit with a passion to get stronger. Maybe she was traumatized by the androids and her desire to get stronger is a coping mechanism. Or maybe she just likes fighting and heard about the martial arts legends. Anyway, her journey could lead her to Trunks and he becomes her master. Training has always been a duty for Trunks. He's like Gohan in that he does not enjoy fighting. But maybe training this girl/woman could help him find fighting/training enjoyable or fun. Her passion could rub off on him and it encourages him to keep pushing his limits. She could motivate him to be better.

A girl who loves adventure like Bulma. This woman could be an alien and through shenanigans she and Trunks end up on a galaxy adventure together. Trunks has likely never travelled much and grew up in a constant warzone. I think it would be nice for Trunks to go on a fun, low-stakes adventure and meet other alien races. Maybe he could find allies/friends that could help protect Earth. Maybe he finds New Namek on the way. Maybe he finds a master to help him unlock his hybrid potential more. Trunks needs a teacher after all. It would be nice for Trunks to have a relationship with a kind of girl that helps him relax and discover his inner child. Someone he can have fun with.

A girl of service/duty. Kind of like Padme from Star Wars. Someone who understands and can empathize with his burden of protecting the Earth. Maybe she works in a nonprofit or something where she is on the front lines helping people every day. She would have grown up traumatized by the androids and lost loved ones like Trunks did. They can help each other heal as they forge a new family together.

Anyway, I did not intend this to become an essay. I just love Future Trunks and I am so disgusted with his (not) canon pairing. It's like that bastard Toriyama checked his female characters catalogue and dumped Trunks with the first one who was still single. Future Trunks deserved better and DBS will never be canon to me! At least GT left Future Trunks with his happy ending. Screw DBS and screw Mai!

[sweaterkittensahoy]

hey! if you’re still doing prompts—i saw how you said that you take on any ships sort of like a challenge and everything so may i offer you this incredible crackship: douglass/harding in which harding catches him with his ridiculous amount of rubbers and teaches him how to actually use it right

ignore this if u want, or change the ship if u prefer :)

[This grew feelings. I blame feelings.]

Douglass is on his third "welcome back from the dead" whiskey when Colonel Harding comes up to him at the bar and puts a hand on his shoulder. "Sir," Douglass greets.

"How you feeling, Douglass?" Harding asks. He's got a whiskey in his own hand, his cigar in the same hand. His hand lingers for another moment on Douglass's shoulder, then he takes his hand away so he can retrieve his cigar and take a drag. 

"Some bumps and bruises," Douglass says, "but the cuts are the worst of it, Sir."

Harding nods. "Good. Glad to hear it. He leans a little closer, his shoulder brushing Douglass's for a moment. "I do have a question regarding your personal effects, though."

"What's that, Sir?" Douglass asks. 

"Why in the hell do you have so many goddamn prophylactics in your footlocker?"

Douglass snorts whiskey up his nose. Harding gives him one sharp smack on the back as he wheezes. His vision and airways clear after a couple of moments, and he realizes they have an audience. Crosby and Blakely and Hambone and a few others. "Well, Sir," he says, and flashes Harding his most winning smile, "it's been awhile since I had leave."

The boys laugh, and Harding smirks as he sips his whiskey. "For fuck's sake, Douglass, pick a pretty face and get your dick wet before we can float your damn footlocker back to the States after the war."

Douglass leads the laughter this time. "Yes, Sir," he says. "If that's an order, I'll see if I can't trick Blakely right here into a little something tonight."

"I'm still not over the clap you gave me last time," Blakely retorts, which causes even more laughing. 

"Hell, I assumed he just never wears a rubber because the social disease eats through 'em before he even gets started," Hambone adds. 

As the boys keep roasting Douglass, he cuts a quick look to Harding, who takes another sip of his whiskey, then taps his glass three times. Douglass nods once, and Harding steps back away, giving them their space to celebrate again.

"I don't know how you kept laughing like that after the Colonel busted you for those rubbers," Crosby says a few minutes later. "I think I'd have drowned myself in my drink."

"That's where you and I are different, Croz," Douglass says, giving Crosby's a little shake. "I <em>glory</em> in being a pervert. You prefer to keep it between you and the missus," he waits for Crosby to take a sip of his drink before he adds, "And Bubbles."

Crosby spits out his drink. "He <em>told</em>?" he hisses.

Douglass stares. "No!" he says. He covers his mouth. "Holy shit, really?"

"Oh, god," Crosby says. 

"Hey, look, first of all, you know no one fucking cares, right?" Douglass asks. "Wait. I remembered who I'm talking to. So, okay, first of all, Croz, no one fucking cares. We're the fuckingest and suckingest base in the whole fucking ETO. But also, good for you. And Jean. And Bubbles, honestly. If it works, it works."

"I have to go throw myself into an engine," Crosby mutters, putting his hands over his face. "We're gonna–Jean wants to tell her family first, so there's no surprises."

"What? Like a blonde-haired, blue-eyed Crosby?"

Crosby stares at him through his fingers. Douglass heaves a huge sigh. "Okay, that's a yes. So, look, I'm gonna go get your man to come and talk you down from this ledge, and then I'm gonna shut my fucking mouth until the two of you say a fucking word about it, got me?" 

"You love gossip," Crosby says. 

"Oh, I sure do," Douglass agrees. "But you're not the only one trying to figure out when to make a relationship official." Crosby glances at Blakely, which makes Douglass snort. "Nah. Love him like a brother." Crosby looks at Hambone. "Tried it. He bites harder than I like." Douglass watches as Crosby's eyes get impossibly wider. 

"Wait," Crosby whispers. "The Colonel and your foot locker and–"

"Yup," Douglass says, and it's nice to say it to someone, even if Crosby looks like he wants to crawl under the table and never talk to a human being ever again. "So, I know what you're up to, and you know what I'm up to, and we'll both keep our mouths shut until otherwise notified, yeah?"

"Yeah,' Crosby says. He clears his throat and sits up straight, dropping his hands from his face. "I mean, yeah. Obviously. You can trust me."

"I know," Douglass replies. It's true. Crosby's an overthinker, but he only talks too much about his own shit, not anyone else's. "Feel free to tell Bubbles if you want. Only seems fair."

"So, you're gonna tell–" Crosby presses his fingers to his mouth. "It's fine," he says after a moment. "I trust you, too."

"Great." Douglass stands and gives Crosby a grin, then walks over to Bubbles, who's caught in a conversation with a couple other navigators. Douglass doesn't know how the man is managing not to be at Crosby's right arm right now, but he supposes everyone's different when they witness a resurrection. "Crosby needs to talk to you, and for the record, I apologize if he's a little incoherent."

Bubbles gives him a look but doesn't ask, just walks over to Crosby. Douglass watches as Crosby whispers in Bubbles's ear, then watches Bubbles react without words, simply staring like Crosby must be crazy. Crosby nods sharply, and Bubbles laughs, then shrugs, then whispers something back to Crosby that has him laughing, too. 

Yeah, Douglass thinks as he slips out the door of the officer's club, those two and Jean will do just fine. 

He takes his time walking to his destination. He's going to be incredibly early when he gets there no matter, but it feels good to have the air on his face after what he's been through. The fear when they were hit, the crash, the sitting around and waiting for someone who could help them. Then coming back and finding out everyone had thought he'd died. Which, he doesn't blame them for assuming. Everyone saw them losing altitude in a fire fight. He'd have assumed the same. 

But still. 

He looks up at the sky, watching the patchy clouds move for a few seconds before he breathes out hard and looks towards his destination. It's Chick's hut, set a few yards behind the control tower. The lights are on, and Chick's outside, leaning next to the door and staring at the sky like Douglass just was. Douglass gives a low whistle, and Chick meets his gaze. He's mostly done with his cigar, but the ember is still bright on the end, and it shows him the upturned corner of Chick's mouth. 

"I said thirty minutes," Chick greets. 

"Didn't want to wait," Douglass replies. He doesn't stop walking until he can feel the warmth of Chick's body. He's usually a little more careful even though no one ever wanders this way at this time of day. Any possible interest in fucking on, in, or near the control tower is immediately doused by the fact that the CO's hut is within hearing distance. 

Chick takes the last drag of his cigar, and Douglass goes up on his toes, lifting his chin and opening his mouth. Chick holds his chin as he breathes the smoke against his lips, and Douglass feels wild and settled in equal measure. "Come on," Chick says, then just barely touches their mouths together. 

Douglass wants to grab him by his blouse and hold him still while he kisses him until neither of them remember their names. But he remembers their ranks, so he lets Chick open the door and gesture him inside. 

Chick's hut is as classically masculine as he is. A leather couch and chair in front of the wood stove. Simple, dark green curtains on the windows. A small table and two wooden chairs bought from a craftsman in the village next to a low bookcase full of novels and classics. The bed–an actual, real bed–done up in military green with a proper nightstand and dresser but tucked behind a wooden privacy screen that matches the table and chairs. His footlocker acts as the coffee table in front of the couch. There's a single bulb lighting up the whole hut from the middle, but there's also a standing lamp in one corner, angled to reflect the most light from the rafters of the hut, brightening the whole space.

"I thought about this," Douglass says as he looks around the space and notices the changes from just the last few days. There's clean laundry on one of the wooden chairs, and a brand new book on the footlocker. It has a bookmark in it. Chick hasn't gotten very far. 

"Thought about what?" Chick asks. He walks over to the bookcase. The top of it also serves as a small bar area. He opens the whiskey and pours a double-shot into two glasses, then carries them over to Douglass. 

"This," Douglass says, taking the glass with a nod. "The couch. The fire. Your books." He waggles his eyebrows at Chick. "Your bed."

Chick snorts. "Cheeky."

Douglass purses his lips in a kiss. "You've never complained. Not in here, at least."

Chick gives Douglass a considering look, then steps in close. "You were thinking of my quarters while you were crashing?" he asks. 

"Yeah," Douglass says. They've never said much about their relationship, not even to each other. But he's nearly died and was then presumed dead, and then walked back in to a resurrection welcome, and well, that makes a man consider things. "I was scared shitless, and I wanted to think of something safe." 

"Jim, goddamnit," Chick says, looking shattered. "You can't just say that sort of thing without warning." But there's a shaky smile at the corner of his mouth. 

"Well, our navigator shouldn't have steered us into a fucking tree, but here I am," Douglass replies, and the surprised laugh from Chick makes him feel good. 

Chick holds up his glass. "To making it back," he says. "I'm fucking glad."

"Me, too," Douglass agrees, and they tap their glasses together. He takes a sip of the whiskey, then steps forward so he can wrap an arm around Chick's waist. "Now," he says, "let's talk about why you know how many rubbers are in my foot locker."

"I do the final sign off on the inventory slips," Chick says. "I don't usually even read them. Kidd signs off before me, and I know he does. I'm just the final bit of red tape to get them sent. But…" He pauses for a long moment, but he doesn't look away from Douglass. Douglass doesn't look away from him. "I know some things about you, but I wondered what I was about to miss. So, I read it." 

Douglass can't help his chuckle. "And there they were. 200 rubbers."

Chick grins, wide and pleased, the way Douglass always tries to make him grin when they're together. "204, actually."

Douglass throws his head back and laughs. Chick cups the back of his neck like he doesn't want him to get too far away. "They <em>counted</em>?" he says. 

"Wouldn't want anyone to think we stole your rubbers," Chick replies. He leans down and kisses Douglass's Adam's apple. 

Douglass shivers and feels his knees go weak. "Chick," he whispers. Chick mouths his Adam's apple, and Douglass nearly drops his glass. "Fuck." A dragging kiss from his Adam's apple up his throat, across the underside of his chin, then onto his mouth. Douglass's whole body goes tight and wild, and then Chick slips his tongue into Douglass's mouth, and a hint of cigar smoke comes with it, and it's all Douglass can do not to tumble to the floor. 

Chick pulls away, but he keeps his hand on the back of Douglass's head. "Drink your whiskey. I'm taking you to bed."

Douglass nods, lets out a shaky breath, and slams his drink. He wouldn't usually. Chick's personal preference is above and beyond anything in the officer's club, but Chick is staring at him like he plans to eat him alive, and Jesus Christ, he's fucking <em>alive</em>.

Chick throws back his own drink, then takes Douglass's glass and sets them both on the footlocker. He turns back to Douglass and reels him in by the belt, kissing him messy and desperate, his dick hard against Douglass's own through their trousers. 

"Race you," Chick mumbles, and Douglass laughs as they shove each other away at the same time and see who ends up naked first. For all the difference in rank, it's the same amount of clothes, but Douglass has never actually beaten Chick at this silly game and doesn't mind that he loses now. 

"Come here," Chick says, stepping back towards the couch. He sits and reaches for Douglass, pulling him onto his lap. "Let me check on you."

Douglass bites back the urge to say he's fine. He is, really, but they've been doing this awhile, and Chick is just the type to check on bumps and bruises. "I told you," he says because he can't be silent on the matter, "the worst of it is on my face."

Chick makes a considering sound and lightly touches the bruises on Douglass's ribs. He finds the ones on his legs, and his chest, the little knot on his shoulder where he'd slipped and jammed into the bomb site. When he presses, Douglass hisses, and Chick pulls him in so he can kiss where he's caused pain. 

"Softie," Douglass murmurs against Chick's ear. 

Chick smacks his hip, which makes Douglass laugh, and then he checks the rest of the bruises. Once he's satisfied Douglass is just fine, he grabs Douglass's ass in both hands and squeezes hard. "How do you want it?" he asks. 

"How do you want it?" Douglass replies. Chick's fingers dig in, one finger just brushing his hole. Douglass arches forward and bites Chick's lower lip. Chick responds by smacking his hip again. 

"I don't want to hurt you, but I want to give you whatever you want," Chick says, mouth pressed against Douglass's ear. "I always want to give you what you want."

Douglass groans and presses his lips against Chick's temple. "Fuck me," he says. "Fuck me so long and hard I feel fucking alive."

Chick holds Douglass's face in his hands and stares into his eyes for a long, unstoppable moment. "You're alive, Jim."

Douglass feels something tight and hot tie up in his chest, and all he can do is nod. Chick presses his thumbs to the corners of Douglass's mouth, and then the corners of his eyes, and then he drops his hands to Douglass's thighs just under his ass and stands up from the couch, Douglass held secure in his grip. 

And the fear and terror and death wipe away, and he's Jim again. Chick's Jim. Because his parents call him James, and his friends call him Jimmy, and brothers' in arms call him Douglass. And it's Chick, only Chick who calls him Jim. And Chick's name is Neil, but it's not. Not to Jim. Who saw him in a London pub two days before Harding showed up as Thorpe's Abbot CO and said, "My name's Neil, but my call sign's Chick," and Douglass, bombardier to Blakely's pilot, had laughed that of all the men to meet that night, he'd met a fucking pilot.

Chick lays him on the bed and nuzzles his neck, then his chest, then his belly. He grips Jim's thighs hard before he pushes them open, and Jim arches his back at the way the touch goes through him. 

Chick splays a hand wide on Jim's chest before reaching over to the side table. Jim touches Chick's jaw before he can move more and uses a single finger under his chin to lead him up to his mouth. 

They share a shivery kiss, Jim cheating by licking the corner of Chick's mouth, which always drives him wild, and then Chick breaks aways. He comes back for one more, brief kiss, and then he actually turns his head like he has to or else he'll just kiss Jim again.

Jim tilts his chin upwards and smiles at the rafters in the ceiling. His skin is buzzing with <em>being alive</em>, and then Chick drops the open tin of Vaseline next to Jim's ribs, and he arches in anticipation of what's next. 

Chick isn't coy. He rubs two fingers over Jim's hole in a rough caress, and then works both fingertips in at the same time. Jim gasps and grunts, then grabs tight at Chick's wrist before he can pull out. Chick grins, leaning down to kiss Jim's stomach, and then works his fingers in another inch.

"Fucking take me, Sir," Jim says, then laughs when Chick uses his free hand to drag his nails down Jim's thigh. "You're so fucking easy," Jim adds and pushes himself up with his arms. Chick shifts his weight and lifts his hand off Jim's thigh so can can wrap his arm around Jim's lower back and hold him in place for a hot, desperate kiss as he pushes his fingers in another inch. 

Jim sees stars and grabs Chick's bicep. His other hand he uses to cup Chick's face and deepen their kiss. 

They spend several minutes kissing, Chick methodically working his fingers deeper into Jack. When his fingertips press hard on Jim's prostate, he whines and falls back onto the bed. He clenches his muscles around Chick's fingers and groans loudly when Chick leans down to drag his stubble along Jim's dick.

"Please," Jim grits out, pulling at Chick's hair because he can cup his head and clench his fingers. 

Chick chuckles and kisses Jim's slit. "Not enough for you?" His voice is a delicious rumble, low and vibrating. 

But Jim's not easily swayed into admitting what he wants. "I've got 204 rubbers in my footlocker," he says. "I can find someone." He laughs and jerks when Chick rubs against his prostate with unquestionable intent, then pulls his fingers out with perfect roughness. 

"Don't you dare," Chick growls.

Jim watches Chick scoop up Vaseline and grease up his dick. "Well, get on with it," he goads as the fact that he's alive sings across his nerves and Chick's sharp, threatening look of getting fucked into the ground heightens the feeling of it all. 

Chick grabs Jim's hips and lifts him into his lap. He lets go of Jim's left hip for just enough time to line his dick up with Jim's hole, and then he pushes in, hissing through his teeth as Jim grunts and reaches out to grab Chick's forearms and keep him as close as possible as Chick starts to fuck him hard and deep and beautiful. 

Jim pants as Chick fucks him, staring into his eyes as Chick refuses to look away. Jim feels taken apart in a same but different way as he was contemplating his mortality the day before in the fort. The adrenaline is the same. The want is different. Dropping to his death the day before, the want was to survive. Being fucked now, Chick leaning forward with his arms on either side of Jim's head, Jim wants to survive and survive and <em>survive</em>. 

He groans, and it turns into a sound he's never made in his life. A combination of being alive and needing to know he's alive and feeling in every pore how alive he is. Chick sucks hard at his Adam's apple, then kisses his neck and his cheek and finally his mouth. 

"Come on," Chick says into Jim's mouth. "Make a mess."

Jim grabs Chick's shoulders and holds on. He presses his hips upward and whines when Chick grabs his ass and holds him in place so his cock rubs over Chick's stomach again and again. 

"Make a mess," Chick says again. "Make a mess, Jim." 

He comes even as Chuck keeps fucking him at the same tempo. Relentless and perfect and devastating until he pushes his mouth against Jim's ear and comes. 

Jim wraps an arm around Chick's head and holds him close. Chick's own hands press perfectly into Jim's hips as they pant into each other's ears. 

"I thought–" Chick swallows loudly in JIm's ear. 

"Me, too," Jim admits. He digs his nails into Chick's scalp and kisses his temple. "I…" he can't finish the thought, not when they're wrapped up so close. 

Chick breathes in and out. He uses one hand to press Jim gently to the right so they can share a kiss, and as it happens, he pulls out. "Shh," he says when Jim whimpers at the loss. 

"Stay. Stay," Jim says. Something he always wants to say but never has. But he survived his own death yesterday, so he feels like it's okay.

Chick kisses his mouth and his cheek and his collarbone. "Jim," he says. 

"I love you," Jim blurts because it's been caught behind his ribs since he realized he was going to live. "I know we agreed this was a fuck and suck–"

"Hush," Chick replies and his kiss is gentle but certain. "Jesus, when I thought I'd lost you," he murmurs against Jim's mouth, then carefully brushes his thumbs over each of the cuts on Jim's face. 

Jim stares at the rafters and breathes slow and deep. He rubs his hands up and down Chick's back. "Hambone puts those rubbers in my foot locker," Jim says. "He thinks I don't know it's him, but I saw him do it once. It makes him laugh."

"I don't fucking care," Chick says and presses kisses to Jim's chest and arms. 

"It's been rough," Jim says, the closest he can come to admitting the war's fucking exhausting. "And it kept making him laugh."

Chick is taking over his entire line of sight suddenly, so close Jim can't see anything else. "I didn't think you had them to fuck around on me," he says. "If you'd be using them, there'd be less."

And Jim laughs, brash and loud and maybe a little uneven, but it's genuine, and it makes Chick smile at him. They kiss again, slow and easy. But Jim's never been the type who can let something land on soft ground, so when they pull apart, he gives Chick his brashest grin and says, "Hey, so did you know Crosby and Bubbles and Mrs. Jean Crosby are fucking?"

"You might have the worst pillow talk in the entire Air Army," Chick mutters, and Jim laughs and laughs and pulls him as close as he possibly can. When he calms down, Chick is smiling at him like he's wonderful, and Jim takes his chance. "Would you tell everyone about us?"

Chick pushes Jim's curls off his forehead. "Would you tell me you love me?" he asks. 

"I love you," Jim answers instantly. 

Chick kisses Jim on the mouth. "I love you," he replies. It's the first time they've ever said it, but it feels exactly right. Honest but sharp, a little mercenary even. "But at least let me have you all to myself for the rest of the night."

Jim laughs and presses his face into Chick's neck. "Okay," he says. "That feels fair."

[n-evermores]

A Dance of Fire & Ice - AU (Chapter 1/?)

Pairing: Sansa Stark & Daenerys Targaryen

A/N: This is an AU. It’s very much a fairytale story and isn’t supposed to be taken seriously. Daensa is a fav crackship of mine. In other words, I’m not going to debate with anyone whether it’s a good ship or not. This is just for fun.

Warnings: None

Premise: This is completely AU. It does not follow the same story/timeline/structure and some characters may have very different backgrounds/motivations. The Night King is something that’s happened and this takes place after the war.

Summary:

Queen Sansa Stark of Winterfell has been dreaming of marrying a king ever since she was a child, but now that she wears the crown, her advisor is pushing her to wed against her desires. Sansa only ever met Daenerys during the war, but even so, she looks forward to the fire queen's continuous letters. After attending the winter ball at Highgarden, Sansa is reunited with the beautiful Dragon Queen once again.

Queen Daenerys Stormborn of house Targaryen found the Northern Queen unmoored and reserved during her stay in Winterfell for the war. They formed a reluctant alliance; however, the ice queen was nothing but standoffish. But even so, Dany is delighted to see the red wolf standing in the midst of the ball room, looking more lovely than she remembered.

ೃ⁀➷ i. Sansa Stark 

Sansa didn’t hate being Queen. She always dreamed of wearing a jeweled crown upon her head. The sapphires were dull in comparison to her hair painted by the flames from a dragon’s breath. 

At least that is how The Mother of Dragons described her hair. The words came as a surprise while reading Queen Daenerys’ most recent letter. She couldn’t deny the admission of those sweet words brought a flush to her cheeks. She could blame it on the frigid weather, but Sansa’s erratic heartbeat was proof enough that those words made her feel not only seen but admired. 

She swallowed at the thought. Sansa met a plethora of Lords, and none of them made her blush. She wondered why they couldn’t move her so. They would put on the charm, and attempt to woo her, but it was all a performance for her hand in marriage. 

They didn’t care.

Daenerys’ words felt so natural. She wasn’t trying to flatter Sansa. The letter was quite pragmatic, filled with political verbiage. The Dragon Queen was all business, yet still managed to bewitch Sansa with sheer poetry. Why couldn’t they speak to her in such a way? Perhaps then she would marry one of them. She surprised herself with such a thought. Since when did Daenerys Targaryen set a standard for what Sansa wanted in a husband? She laughed it off, before folding Daenerys’ letter and slipping it into the drawer of her vanity—just in time for the sudden rap against her door. She jumped in her chair, her eyelids fluttering in surprise before squinting in the direction of the door. 

“You may enter,” Sansa spoke calmly, checking to make sure the drawer was completely closed before relaxing her posture as if trying to appear natural. Not as if Sansa had anything to hide. Her letters were her business. 

“I’m sorry to intrude, Your Grace. But Lord Baelish wishes to speak with you.” 

Sansa exhaled a long-suffering sigh. Lord Baelish never called on her for social pleasantries. He most likely wanted to discuss her duties again. Sansa couldn’t help but wonder if Daenerys had to suffer such conversations with her advisors. The thought of The Dragon Queen marrying made her insides jolt and Sansa actively ignored the ache. She stood from the chair, the bottom scratching irritatingly against the lacquered wood floors.

 “Very well,” Sansa replied before following the captain of her queen's guard. Brienne of Tarth was one of the few people Sansa trusted in her council. So many died in the war against the dead, leaving Sansa with slim pickings when it came to those who would serve her. 

The red wolf entered the council room, her eyes falling on Petyr Baelish standing near the fireplace. His gray eyes remained focused on the fire, its orange hue reflecting against the white streaks along his temples. He was a peculiar man, oddly handsome despite his gaunt appearance. The mockingbird pin fastened on his dark wool cloak almost seemed to come alive against the dancing flames. He turned to look at her, a ghost of a smirk flitting across his face. It was fleeting and would be missed by those who did not know him well, but Sansa saw it every time. Lord Baelish was her late mother’s childhood friend. It was the only reason he stood where he did, yet her rising hackles were cautionary—and because of this, she kept him at arm's length. 

“Good evening, Your Grace.” He finally spoke. “How is Queen Daenerys?” 

Sansa wasn’t surprised that Lord Baelish knew about Daenerys’ letter to her. 

“She’s well.” Came Sansa’s quick reply, “Ser Brienne said you wanted to speak with me? Need I ask why or do you have more eligible Lords to throw my way? I won’t marry them.” 

She could see his chest rise and fall, an almost tired sigh escaping his lips. “Straight to the point. I expect nothing less from you.” 

“You sound proud. I thought you'd find my defiance unfit for a queen?”

“It's not exactly pleasant. But it's not a flaw. Especially for a queen.” He flashed her a smile before pushing away from the fireplace and walking over to the desk to retrieve a parchment. “Lord Ramsay of House Bolton has called on you. His father sent a raven just this afternoon. I've only just opened the letter.”

“Isn't he engaged to be married?” 

“Not anymore. His father gave little to no details as to why.”

“I do not wish to marry a man who has his father write my advisor inquiring about me. Couldn't Lord Bolton write to me himself?”

Lord Baelish smiled at this, followed by a breathy laugh in agreement. “I understand your disgust. However, Lord Bolton comes from a proud house. He’d make a fine Queen's consort.”

“Isn’t he the heir? Who will succeed his father?”

“Apparently, his father's young wife gave birth to a son. I suppose he’ll inherit.”

“I don’t want to marry Ramsay Bolton. I don’t want to marry anyone.”

“You wanted to marry Joffrey.” He countered, his gray eyes locking with hers in a match of the century. He wasn’t going to back down from this. 

“I was a child, Lord Baelish.” 

“A smart one”

Sansa’s lips pursed disapprovingly, squinting in his direction. “Are you implying I’m no longer smart?”

“I never said that. But the war has hardened you. You used to laugh so freely. “ He gave her a once over, “You only wear black now.” 

“I lost my entire family.” She reminded, her blue eyes sharp. 

“I have not forgotten.” He lamented softly. Sansa was surprised by his empathy. Lord Baelish was a clever man and often showered her with kind words and praises, but Sansa knew he always had a reason for everything he said and everything he did. He was a calculated man, but Sansa wasn’t a fool. Perhaps in her youth, she was naive and gullible, but not anymore. 

Now, she was a queen. 

“I’m not ready to marry.” She circled back, not wanting to discuss her family anymore. Arya was still around. Well, not really. Arya ran away from her grief, while Sansa stayed behind to pick up the pieces and rebuild Winterfell. Sansa didn’t blame Arya for leaving. She loved her sister and missed her with every fiber of her being, but Arya was free to do as she pleased. Sansa would have preferred for Arya to stay behind and join her council, but her baby sister had every right to find her place in the world. 

“When will you be ready?” Lord Baelish asked. He released Bolton’s letter, allowing it to fall onto the desk before sweeping over to Sansa. He reached out for her, his hand touching the curve of her jaw, “I don’t want to push. But you must marry. As Queen, you must produce an heir. If you don’t, your throne will fall to your closest male relative. Which is your cousin, Robin.” He gave a sour expression, “We don’t want that now do we?” He asked, as if he couldn't bear the thought of Lysa Arryn moving into Winterfell with her spoiled son.

Sansa swallowed, her breath thickening in her chest at his words. She didn’t despise her Aunt Lysa, but this was her home. The Vale belonged to Robin, and Sansa would rather walk into the fiery breath of Daenerys Targaryen’s dragon than see her family’s throne fall to Robin Arryn. 

“No.” Sansa finally answered, her tone bitter. “I don’t want that. There must be some other way.”

“There isn’t.” 

Sansa hated to admit that he was right. She already felt as if she had to prove her position every single day. “But not Ramsay. I don’t want to marry him.” She decided, her gaze meeting his gray eyes with urgency. 

Petyr Baelish released Sansa’s face from his touch and moved back to retrieve the letter. He tore it and tossed it into the fire as if it was already forgotten. “As you wish, Your Grace.” He said and Sansa was yet again surprised by him. Petyr was not a generous man, yet he ripped Lord Bolton’s letter as if it were just an afterthought. 

ೃ⁀➷ ii. Daenerys Targaryen

Dany squinted as the wind tore through her flaxen hair. She couldn't help the grin on her face as Drogon swooped below the clouds, his claws grazing the water surrounding Dragonstone. Daenerys looked over her shoulder, making sure Rhaegal and Viserion weren't far behind. They were smaller than Drogon, but they never seemed to struggle when it came to keeping up with their brother.

Viserion dove down, submerging parts of his golden body into the water before rising with a large fish in his talons. Daenerys chuckled lightly as he tossed the fish into the air, catching it in his mouth before swallowing it whole. Her dragons seemed happier now that the war was over. She was afraid she'd lose one of them during the battle against the dead. Rhaegal was injured greatly, but her green-scaled boy was stronger than ever now.

As she neared Dragonstone she could see her advisor standing along the wall, his eyes following her dragons in awe. He didn't have to make a sound or wave for Dany to realize he wanted to speak with her. She held onto Drogon tighter, steering him down below. He lowered himself on the pathway, his body too large to fit, but low enough for Daenerys to slide off easily. Her boots softly hit the surface below, her hand sliding along Drogon's scales before he flew off without her.

"I'm sorry to disturb you, Your Grace. You did look like you were enjoying yourself up there." He said, his voice almost emotionless as he spoke, but that never bothered Daenerys.

"No need to apologize, Lord Varys." She said, her cheeks flushed pink from the wind beating against her face. "What is it?"

"I received a letter this morning. I thought you would want to read it yourself." He said, and Daenerys felt her brows crease, her lavender-colored eyes reflecting worry and curiosity all at once.

"Oh?" She followed Varys back into the castle to see Missandei holding a piece of parchment, her doe eyes reading through it before she looked up to see Dany approaching. She gave her a slither of a smile and Daenerys felt herself calm just a bit. Varys wasn't exactly the greatest comfort, but he was a good advisor. Missandei was more like a sister than she was an advisor, but Daenerys took great care in listening to her counsel.

"For you, Your Grace." She said before handing the letter off to Dany. Dany read over the words multiple times before looking up at Missandei. She was partly disappointed that the letter was from Lady Olenna and not Sansa Stark. She wrote Sansa weeks ago and has yet to hear a reply from the Northern Queen.

"A winter ball?" Daenerys wrinkled a nose momentarily. She knew balls were for when a man was in need of a wife, but then Daenerys knew she wasn't a very good candidate. She was a queen herself, and would never abandon her kingdom to marry some other ruler. Unless they had some outlandish idea of uniting their kingdoms as one. She cleared her throat some, "I'm assuming you think I should go?"

Missandei gave a small nod, "It wouldn't hurt to show face." She said, "The Tyrells were a great help during the war."

Daenerys knew she was right. If she didn't go she would look rude. Not that Dany cared if she looked rude, but the last thing she needed was to snub another kingdom. "Well, alright." She said before folding the letter, "I suppose I will go." She felt her face flush slightly, "I wonder if Sansa Stark received an invitation?" She queried as she followed Missandei and Varys through the castle. She noticed her advisors exchange a glance with one another, but Daenerys ignored it. Perhaps she did speak of the Stark Queen too much, and they both knew about the letters. Daenerys tried to keep her letters professional, but she had to admit she enjoyed the conversations with Sansa.

"Perhaps she has." Missandei answered softly, "I suppose you'll just have to go and find out."

Dany laughed, her eyes crinkling in amusement at Missandei's words. Of course, Missandei didn't mean to be funny, but it was almost as if Missandei was using the possibility of Sansa Stark's presence at the ball as a way to convince Dany to go and not back out. Daenerys couldn't help but feel a dull ache grip her chest at the thought of Sansa Stark's absence. Daenerys hasn't seen her since the war and wanted more than anything to speak with her in person.

Daenerys didn't know why she felt that way. Sansa Stark wasn't exactly amiable during the war. She was cold towards Daenerys and just the very thought irritated her. Dany did nothing to warrant such hostile behavior, but then again she had to remind herself that Sansa had a lot on her plate.

Even so, the Northern Queen allowed Daenerys to write to her and she even wrote back. They weren't enemies and Dany liked to think they were friends. She wanted to speak with her in person, she wanted to see Sansa's face, and read her expressions, and only then she would know how Sansa truly felt about her. Perhaps she was just entertaining Daenerys' letters, but Dany truly felt that Sansa wouldn't bother writing back if she didn't like her at least a little bit. She felt they could be great friends and allies if the red wolf just gave her a chance.

Daenerys felt her heart rate pick up and she grinned, her face tingling as butterflies danced inside her stomach. She tried not to worry too much about whether Sansa would be there or not. If Daenerys had received an invitation, she was sure Sansa did too.

"Perhaps while you're there, you can consider looking for--" But Varys' words died in his throat as Dany cut him off.

"I'm not ready to start looking for a husband just yet." She said as an impatient sigh escaped her lips, "We're only just recovering from the war. I need to focus on my people right now. They are my first priority, not finding someone to wed."

"Yes, you'll have plenty of time to seek out a husband." Missandei answered, throwing a side-glance at Varys.

Varys didn't argue. He relented before giving Dany a wary glance. Of course he didn't agree with either of them, but he knew better than to push Daenerys into something she wasn't ready for. She was fiercely independent, and he admired her for her strength and gentleness toward her people. But he knew the benefits a marriage could bring to their kingdom, and how much stronger they would be because of it.

Dany knew Varys was for the people above all else. But he trusted her judgement, and she liked to think he cared about her. Dany felt ill at the thought of marrying just yet. She knew she would have to. Every good queen or king had to do it. It was part of the game. But even so, she didn't feel she needed a political marriage in order to keep her kingdom safe. Daenerys had dragons, the dothraki and the unsullied.

She was powerful in her own right.

She wondered if Sansa was in search of a queen's consort. She frowned, her pale eyes falling to the cracks in the floor, watching as her feet continued to step over them, yet her body felt weightless, her legs becoming jelly at the thought of Sansa Stark marrying some random Lord.

[bohemian-nights]

If nettles was a white girl like Alys, dumbyra fans wouldn’t say shit. Look at laena and daemon regardless of them being married in the books they hated the fact of them being together in the show and how they did there relationship was disgusting. I was really irked on how daemon and Rhaenyra had sex in the most disrespectful way like Laena was just laid to rest and she found if a way to get with her uncle!! Then disappeared for 6 years from court and act’s surprised that the hightowers and vaemond are plotting against them like YOU’VE DONE NOTHING BUT POP OUT BABIES FOR THE PAST 6 YEARS!!!!! I can’t stress how much I hate the whole Daemon loves Rhaenyra more than anything, if he loves her sooo much why did he do the following

1) steal her dead baby brother’s egg

2)called himself the “rightful heir” to the throne after she was named heir

3)called her dead brother “heir for a day”

4) left her to fight in the stepstones and ignored her for years

5) almost ruined her reputation by taking her to a brothel

6)left her alone at night in the most dangerous place in kings landing

7)left her again during her wedding where she almost got trampled

8)undermines her during the plot to take kings landing

9) ignores her calls during her labor

10) ignores her call to come back to kings landing

11) he literally chokes her when he finds out that Viserys never thought of him as heir

Like they gaslight themselves into believing that this is okay, it’s not

Now I do understand the age difference between nettles and daemon is very important she’s 17 and he’s 49 but I think that they are more healthier relationship. I feel that nettles is more patient with daemon and they have better communication, she’s not afraid to tell daemon like “hey you do realize that this is fucked up” and he grows more as a person with her. Nettles isn’t spoiled and doesn’t like to be spoiled much and daemon likes that. Rhaenyra can act like a baby sometimes and it annoys him when she gets like that.

Sorry for the big rant but I know when nettles is casted and when we see her actor she’s gonna get hate from people WHO SHIP AN UNCLE WHO GROOMED HIS FUCKING NIECE. I’m going to war for my girl Nettles.

This wasn’t a rant, this was a read👏🏽 I honestly think that if Nettles were white(hell if she were actually non-Black like how they try to insist she is because they don’t want a Negro with Daemon) then a good portion of these racist stans would have jumped ship already.

Dumbnyra has always been a disaster of a ship(in the show and the books which 99% weren’t shipping this trash until said show).

There were glaring red flags from the get-go (the 1st “romantic moment” Rhaenyra is underage), but because they are self-inserting (this includes the weirdo self-haters who are fine with throwing other “WOC” under the bus to live out their Aryan obey me or I’ll nuke you fantasies) into her and can’t relate to anyone who isn’t white they are holding onto this Titanic of a ship for dear life.

I'm glad you mentioned Alys. People may hate her now, but the moment she shows up on screen and interacts with Aemond I can guarantee that most of that hate(which is mostly from Hellmann's shippers who only like their insane crackship that they pretend is canon because it’s a self insert ship) will fade away.

With Alys there, who’s also white and is Aemond’s actual love interest, Helaena won’t be needed anymore. So they’ll drop her faster than a hot cake, do a 180, say who’s Helaena, and ole girl will become the new self-insert.

That’s not going to be the case for Nettles(and yeah sadly her actress is going to get a lot of hate so prayers to her).

If you guys don’t believe us literally go pull up any fandom with a Black woman as a love interest and see the bullsh*t and excuses that are written.

Every single time the actresses get verbally attacked(they get called literal racial slurs see Candice Patton-The Flash), the showrunners do them, and their characters(Kat Graham-Vampire Diaries and Nicole Beharie-Sleepy Hollow), the fans of said characters and ships get attacked(this fandom is already starting it), and there are a million and one think pieces on how her character “doesn’t need a man” or how the ship she’s in isn’t “good for her”(all while these same people excuse actual abusive relationships like Dumbnyra).

People always say oh it isn’t about race it’s actually about xyz, but if every time you are complaining when you see a Black woman as the love interest, yeah it’s about race🤷🏽‍♀️ You guys don’t like seeing Black women in romantic relationships especially with your faves. It’s the same song and dance and now they are doing it with Nettles under the guise of “caring.”

If you ship Dumbnyra(and I’ve seen several of these shippers drawing art that’s supposed to be romantic where Rhaenyra is a literal child) and then fix your mouth to say Daemon and Nettles relationship is somehow bad for Nettles and that people promoting it want Netty to be abused (translation: I don’t want my self insert to be left for a Black girl, but I can’t come out and say that so I’ll just pretend to care about this Black girl when I’m actually cheering on for her to be axed or played by a white woman, yes I’ve seen some of these ignorant people want Nettles to be white because the Velaryons were made Black🙃).

The dynamic between Daemon and Nettles isn’t anything like Daemon and Rhaenyra. The only thing they’ve got in common is that Nettles is young and even then she’s technically an adult and she’s probably going to be aged up to be Laena’s book age in the show. The moment that happens they’ll find some new excuse(I don’t want Nettles to look like a ho knowing damn well their self insert was out their chasing after a freshly widowed man and they cheered it on) why Daemon and Nettles shouldn’t happen.

Yeah, they did have a much healthier relationship and Daemon grows from his time with her(something he never did with Rhaenyra). He grows enough to put her ahead of everyone including his wife’s rule and his own safety(which is what Nettles deserves), but we are lost in the sauce. 100% it’s protect Nettles over here 🙌🏽

[hyperrealisticblood]

thoughts on banwally. i've never played any of garten of banban so you are my only reference for what happens in those games and consequently, what makes banwally a compelling crackship.

buddy..... you have opened a can of worms you could have never prepared for

when or if I started shipping it: i actually have an exact date, may 29th of last year. everyone in my friends server is really into crackshipping so we like to share random ideas with each other and i posted them as an idea on that date. i have never been the same since

my thoughts: crackships are kind of hard to talk about in this context because there isnt anything canon to go off but ill do my best. when welcome home first started gaining traction i saw a lot of people saying "this is what good mascot horror looks like" (whether or not wh even counts as mascot horror is. debatable.) so me associating banban and wally with each other was already a thing before i started shipping them. at some point i realized they both have a lot in common (monotone voices, often associated with devil imagery, passive most of the time but gets a little Silly with it sometimes) and i was like woah.... they should kiss. again a lot of my thoughts surrounding them are based in headcanon so im struggling to talk about them in a way that doesnt make me sound fucking insane BUT im a sucker for pessimist/optimist ships and they very much fit that to me. i think they balance each other out in a way, wally is a bright spot in the Endless Misery banban deals with on a daily basis, and banban is pretty logical and grounded which levels out wallys spacey-ness. theyre very much a jessica and roger rabbit "he makes me laugh" type of deal but with the fun addition of identity issues and whatever the fuck wallys deal is

what makes me happy about them: the fact that theyre both freaks of nature (banban is a weird clone manmade abomination thing, wally is either straight up an eldritch entity or a manmade puppet with eldritch qualities) is another thing they have in common to me, so i think theyd be accepting of each others weird traits because they know what its like. banban doesnt give a fuck that wally is up to some scp shit, he might as well live in the scp containment facility. theres a kingdom run by a giant kangaroo woman with a magic scepter who is in charge of keeping a bunch of baby demons and the father(?) of those baby demons trapped in her pouch or else the entire kingdom will be destroyed. he has seen weirder. banban wouldnt just love wally because hes handsome and hes nice to people, he loves all of his weird traits too because they arent even weird to him.

what makes me sad about them: they lend themselves pretty well to angst (i hate that word but idk a better one to describe this) because theyre both from horror media, and i like to pelt my favorite characters with hammers so >:) my friends and i (same friends who got me into crackshipping) have a group rp thing going on, and theres a mini arc going on right now based on the fact that banban got SUPER fucked up trying to fight sir dadadoo and his army. wally wants banban to leave the kindergarten because of how dangerous it is, he wants him to live in home where he doesnt need to fear for his life all the time. but despite all the horrors he has to put up with, banban doesnt want to leave everyone in the underground behind. theyre still his friends, and he wants to protect them. as much as wally wants him to be safe, he understands where hes coming from because he wouldnt want to leave his friends behind either. this leaves him feeling really conflicted and confused, and the homewarming update taught us that wally doesnt do well with those kinds of feelings. just some thoughts for yall <3

things done in fanfic that annoys me: nobody except me would wanna write fanfic about them and im too depressed slash lazy to actually write anything so. uh

things I look for in fanfic: see above

my kinks: size difference where the top is the smaller one i have no such things. i am a man of the lord.

who i’d be comfortable them ending up with, if not each other: wallaby (wally/barnaby) is pretty epic so if that ends up being canon i wouldnt be mad lmao. ive also been wondering if wally might end up whoever "w" is (the awayfrompryingeyes.net mod) because clown said theres another ship that will be canon but that he cant talk about because its inherently a spoiler somehow, id be fine with that too. not much to say about banban because gobb doesnt do romance aside from whatever the fuck nabnab and nabnaleena have going on

my happily ever after for them: things finally calm down at the kindergarten to a point where banban feels comfortable leaving to be with wally, and whatever the hell is going on with home also calms down. banban would still visit the others obviously (i think he would introduce some of them to wallys friends, barnaby and bittergiggle would get along super well i think) but he can finally be somewhere where he isnt constantly fearing for his life :]

uhh tldr dont say "what if i shipped this" as a joke. it will become no longer a joke and you will write like a million words about two characters from entirely different media who have never met and never will meet. worst mistake of my life

[myfaveisfuckable]

Rants!

Narcistoru/secretoru: Yeah i can gurantee this is the only submission for them for Some Reason. Because no one ships them. Like i have searched the internet far and wide and turn up with like. Close to literal zero. And here's the thing, this is entirely illogical. They work together in this evil group and their deals are essentially that they're. Unhappy people. At first you think they're just annoying but actually they're annoying snd Extremely Miserable. In silly ways, they are such losers and so cringefail. I could write an essay on both of them individually, but basically i love how their focus isn't on being better people, it is on being happier. Individually.

The show is divided into clear parts of who is the main antagonist at the time which really makes you FEEL how unhappy they each are. They're a group but they're also not bc they choose to be unhappy ad get on each other's nerves about it and that's a prime focus of their characters. Anyway, these two make me insane, they spend a lot of time together during the middle part of the show, bc the first villain is gone so now it's just the two of them and their leader who isn't doing much yet. After this part, one of them, narcistoru, is defeated so he's gone for the time being. But these two, they hate each other SOOOOOOOO much it's insane. This is because Narcistoru is an annoying bitch and Secretoru hates that. And they're both generally insane people with dumb beliefs and issues that they view wrongly. It's just so glorious to see them annoy each other so much. Post Narcistoru's main screen time, he gets his conclusion episode. He escapes from prison and Secretoru is supposed to retrieve him. But like not because they need him, in fact, they absolutely did not care that he was arrested because none of these people give a flying fuck about each other. It's just that he wasn't supposed to be a risk. Secretoru and Narcistoru have a rather petty and hilarious fight. Because you see. Now they don't have to get along. They are not on the same side. So the hostility is really thriving here. In fact, she manages to capture him, and while fighting the pretty cures (magical girls), hensays some annoying shit and she goes "actually i changed my mind" and shoves him off this rock in order for the monster (they always summon one) to fucking kill him. Like she tries to murder him in cold blood soley because he's annoying and this was entirely inevitable actually. She wants that twink obliterated. They don't bring this up again in the finale when they're both in prison. They just. Kind of hang out now. They've reached a level of tolerance.

And you may think "why do you ship this" LOOK. THEIR INTERACTIONS. ARE SO FUNNY. IT'S JUST. A VERY FUN SHIP. BECAUSE THEY'RE HILARIOUS. The hostility is so great and i think it would be neat if they had some t4t hatesex. It would solve nothing. They mske each other so much worse. But it would be very hot. Also secretoru has a general "can you shut the fuck up" attitude towards him. I don't even technically ship it but i ENJOY the ship.

And yet. I am so alone in this which is insane because i definitely expected ship content for them even before i actually wanted it myself.

But no, of course people ship Narcistoru with actual fifteen year olds. Like so much. And there is ZERO content for the ship with the other Actual Adult that he interacts with on a regular basis and who he has a fantastic and entertaining and INTERESTING dynamic with. So basically, i am not just sad, i am also SO SALTY. They are so insanely rarepair despite being an absolute epic duo. Awesome crackship, 10/10, literally comedy

You x my mom: you guys think you're soooo funny don't you

Well good luck watching the Simpsons 24/7 and never getting anywhere on time

[mostlikelytofangirl]

Allyao, you say? 👀

What about Ningyao. WN didn't seem too disturbed by his time in Jinlintai so like, I like to think JGy took mercy on him. Maybe they were friends during sunshot. Maybe WN helped JGY out in Qishang. Maybe JGY apologised for what JGS did and had him do to WN. Maybe he was sad that WN wasn't fully cognizant with the nails, because that'one less friendly person to talk to :(

I must give it to you, your brain is bigger than mine bc I didn't really consider that one before. But that's mostly bc the way my allyao agenda works is that it would take significant interactions MY had with others that he has stablished dynamics with, and run with it (is it really my fault he's connected to so many ppl in this story??). Ningyao may be leaning on crackship territory, but let's see!

It's an interest approach, yeah. I think there's not a lot to be done during the time WN was being held by the Jin, we are never told what happened, but regardless, poor guy was rendered pretty much a mindless beast around that time...

But then again, I don't think timeline would have made it possible for them to interact much before the end of the war either.

Iirc MY went to join the Wen after the fall of Lotus Pier, and by then WQ and her fam had been appointed to the supervisory thingie something, meaning they probably didn't have much contact with Nightless City.

Still, we have little detail of how the war was actually going, especially after JC regained control of Yunmeng. So it could be possible that that made the Wens there retreat back to Qishan??

In any case, it'd be fascinating to see MY interact with perhaps the gentlest Wen. I'd imagine that that fact alone would be a breath of fresh air when you are appointed as chief torturer, especially as the war was approaching its peak and the end was near.

There's still the fact that JGY knew of the prisoners camp, where he must have known WN was. He had just been acknowledged by his father, so he probably considered not smart to risk getting thrown out so soon idk.

Regardless, always entertaining to have food for thought :D

[shayerathals]

Oml people calling Shayera Hawkgirl or saying she’s Latina rep pisses me off because 1. She’s on,y voiced by a Latina actor and was only casted because Timm and writers were racists who liked how “exotic” her accent was. 2. She doesn’t even like going by that name?? I don’t understand why they made Shayera Hol who distinctly went by Hawkwoman in the comics because she hated being called a girl, Hawkgirl. Should have just made her Shiera then.

(Also making a race of colonizing hawk aliens Latino is racist as hell especially when there actual Latino superheroes (though judging that they gave Kyle Rayner Hal’s look I don’t think the writers cares about representation beyond making John and Mari the sole black rep.)

EVERYTHING YOU SAID!!!!!

no one ever wants to talk about how much damage the dcau portraying hawkgirl as a white redheaded alien did when it was kendra who was the hawkgirl in comics before the dcau even aired. the fact that kendra's actresses in live-action received racist hate from dcau stans because she wasn't a white redhead gets so largely ignored. ciara renee and isabela merced both have received comments about shayera, them even getting mad that hawkgirl was 'racebent' (ciara being worse for obvious reasons). and it's even more egregious because these women aren't even playing shayera, they're playing the hawkgirl whose ACTUALLY non-white. certain dcau stans were even hating on hawkgirl (2023), even saying that 'THIS was my hawkgirl' with a picture of a redheaded shayera. no one wants to talk about how the dcau practically birthed these racist incels and how it's nearly impossible for kendra to have the proper adaptation she deserves without racists losing it because they want their white redhead. and all regarding a superhero name that shayera actively despised decades before the dcau aired. it may come off as petty for some but because the dcau image has been so heavily engrained into these incels, it's why i'll always hate their hawkgirl. it planted a nasty image that fed these people and a lot could've been held back had they just called her hawkwoman. it's a tiring argument to always have to use against racists because one cartoon didn't want to be comic accurate. and i'm hoping the dcu changes that and gives the hawks the comic accurate adaptations they deserve so we can give a rest to that white hawkgirl nonsense.

i questioned why on earth certain people (who also hate kendra) would be stupid enough to accept thanagarians as their representation. they'll accept shayera being their latina representation over kendra who actually is latina. especially when shayera is very clearly a white redhead. also the way the dcau adapted the thanagarians was just straight up ass. the message of genocide victims becoming genocidal + that aspect NEVER getting addressed again, shayera being stupid enough to somehow not know they were planning on destroying earth despite her spying on the jl for their WEAKNESSES, the plot of them even needing earth in the first place not making any sense whatsoever when it really could've been any planet they needed to destroy. they tried so hard being original that everything became insanely inconsistent, unlike the hawkworld take in the 90s where we actually see thanagar.

you're correct about the representation part too and what gets left out is how vixen was the only black woman in the dcau and was heavily mistreated for shayera, the WHITE woman. she could've had her stuff from comics adapted but they chose for her only storyline to be surrounding the crackship love triangle. even more insane because some *white* people even excused her treatment, saying that john/shayera are 'interracial representation' so the way vixen was treated wasn't that bad. like lol. give me a break, we can barely get two non-white people as a couple together in comic media in this day and age. irdgaf about 'interracial representation' unless the two people actually are non-white. also about how non-white women consistently get disrespected, both in fiction and in real life, when a white woman gets involved with a non-white man.

another aspect regarding representation, bruce timm himself called comic john stewart a black panther party member as an insult solely because he fought against racist cops which is why he wanted to make john a military soldier. another thing to note is that the black panther party were very pro palestine, against police brutality, etc. so the fact that bruce timm had a problem with the group because 'politics' says a lot. but you'll see dcau stans proudly ignore that part too.

it also ties into the fact that simon baz got erased in the failed attempt at a dcau revival that was justice league vs fatal five. like yeah, of course the arab muslim man whose origin revolves around getting tortured by the FBI for a crime he didn't commit gets left out of the timmverse. and it definitely wasn't a dc embargo thing considering he was supposed to be in the cancelled gl show meaning bruce timm PURPOSELY left him out!

anyways that's all i have to add! but yeah, i wish majority of these dcau stans actually had a brain and didn't just cloud themselves over nostalgia.

[tkblythofficial]

Damn girl, you are a fortune cookie. May your winning streak continue! I never knew Ryan dated Scar Jo! How did that happen?! But the more I think about it, the more it makes sense why they never lasted. And I genuinely thought ScarJo was going to end up with Chris Evans lol.

As for Ryan and Blake, that surprises me too because if you look at her previous types, Ryan is not that. Or it doesn’t seem that way but hey, he knows how to market himself so I’ll give him that.

Bob and Eliza: With this one, running in the same industry circles made their getting together more feasible. It’s why we should hope r works with t again but if her agent, J or r herself feels like that it’d be too risky then…

Leighton and Seth Cohen had me shook! They also have the most normal of all the marriages so far, so claps for them. Leighton interestingly also dated a Tom type in Seb Stan waay back in the day. Now I’m fascinated what drew Leigh to Adam since no one saw them coming at all. It almost reads like fiction.

Zendaya and Tom, no, not the tom. Another out of left field relationship but it kinda makes sense since it follows the pattern of spiderman actors getting together. Zendaya seems to understand the Hollywood game much more than R does and it also helps that she and Elordi never really went anywhere. She also keeps her relationship tightly under wraps aside from certain interviews where you see how equally matched Tom is with her. When she unfollowed everyone a couple of weeks ago, I know a few people freaked out but I’m glad it turned out to be a nothing. I want t and z to last since I love them. But I need tom to get it together with his agent and his roles.

Ryan and ScarJo were a lifetime ago lol. I never shipped Chris and ScarJo. To me they seemed like good friends with chemistry but I could tell Chris had no real interest in her.

My shipping for Ryan and Blake was purely because of Green Lantern. Didn’t watch any interviews or anything since I was a kid and didn’t read into chemistry like that back then.

Bob and Eliza are funny. I truly got lucky with that tbh. People were speculating that they hated each other and causing drama on set before they got married LOL. But yeah, working and dating each other privately was the best idea.

Leighton and Adam were purely aesthetic imo. I loved their characters from their TV shows and how they looked together so I wanted them to date. I didn’t really take it seriously. It was my “crackship” that turned real.

Holland and Zendaya had been on and off for a while until 2021 when they were made public. I shipped them but they were easy to ship so it was soooo obvious lol. It’s unfair to count them as my ship tbh. Anyone with eyes could see that coming a mile away.

[torchickentacos]

You have like all of the correct Drew thoughts and opinions and I’m on a ContestShipping kick again because it was reignited by a post of yours and do you have any good fic recs cause I trust your taste 100%

Thank you SO MUCH!!!!! Welcome to the contestshipping kick-there's actually been a bit of a resurgence of it in 2022!!! I think it's always laid dormant, but I've seen mroe for it this year than I have since, like, middle school. Then again, that may be because I'm an active community member now-confirmation bias and all. Anyways, I can give a few recs! I actually don't read fic very often- I prefer to write it, though of my 300 something wips I have maybe four out in the world. But yeah! Here's some really good ones. Also... if you ever want to see some contest content you haven't seen before, feel free to bother me on anon to share wips! (bother is used very lightheartedly, you guys are never a bother!) Not sure what you're looking for, but here's some good fics that cover a variety of tropes!

Flower Shop Woes- Spontaneoushazel on Ao3 (definitely T, modern college au, rivalry vibes. Very breezy and cute, a light read for when you're on-the-go. Slightly different characterization than I usually go for, but I like it! Everyone interprets them differently and this is a fun one!)

just don't break my floors, please. it cost a lot to refinish them. -ChiquitaDave on Ao3 (T, absolutely hilarious. Drew is SMITTEN. This one is centred around May having a past in Judo and realizing she could pull an Annabeth and judo-flip her boyfriend for funsies. 10/10, another quick read. Mild Caroline/Delia on the side, but they aren't the stars of the show if crackships aren't your thing. Super cute ship though, we love the moms here.)

Enter stage left- Nicole-writes on Ao3 (have not read this one in a long time. just skimmed it, and honestly it's super sweet. 10k, a bit more of a time commitment but definitely worth it. Canon compliant.)

Of Honeymoons and Sprigatito- lmaoirrelevant on Ao3 (Love this one! Have you ever wanted to read your otp adopt a cat? yes. yes you do. here. tosses this at you. here. take it.)

sun on your face must feel so warm- classroomhornet on Ao3 (just really good vibes. Very dreamlike, heavy on tactile descriptors and vivid imagery. Lovely read.)

(self promo lol) Morning After Melancholy, Torchickentacos, High T but I tried to be tasteful about it. An exploration of the more difficult aspects of coordinating fame and relationships, but still very shippy. More difficult in the sense of having the world's eye on you, and not the relationship itself-which is very strong. Not angst, really-just melancholia but very shippy.

[penguinclover]

Idk why on Earth keep I seeing post like "Why do people ship Green and Blue? They don't even interact" or "any other couples in Kanto gang is ok except them". Thank you Tumblr recommendation, I will never check that section again. Ngl someone even commented on my post "I tried but they look weird together" so here's a thing.

Enough with the "canon rights" right there 🧑‍🦯 I even ship two characters from different mangas together, heard of crackshipping? I like them because their chemistry is my thing, clear? And since when I'm just too tired with schoolwork and irl shjt to reply any stupid comments, let me introduce to you my new hobby, "blocking people even when I don't know them".

Btw GreenBlue shippers, I'm planning on making merchs since I found nothing but seperate character figures on the internet. Well I can make anything here tbh, keychains, fanzine, standee, stickers, dolls, 3D figures, phone holders, phonecase, etc. and may decide to sell them if the printing factory ask me to print multiple copies (◍⁃͈ᴗ•͈)

[thesilverlady]

Hello! 👋 I've been away for a while due to uni exams but I came back to some... interesting anon asks to say the least and wanted to address it.

if you go to my profile the first thing you see if this:

I know this may seem peculiar to some but there are people who can enjoy both canon and fanon stuff. How? Well, I personally seperate these two into categories and have found lots of joy in it.

In my time away certain people have found some of my book based edits I had made in the past and expressed their support - to which I'm so happy and greatful for.

As a result however, I have tons of anon asks, some more aggressive and hostile than others, demanding how I'm able to create canon content and then have the "audacity" to go off and create content for crackships as well.

My sanity and morality has been questioned for shipping a "murderer" to their "victim" (i suppose that's lucemond + rhaegon) and a "grommer" to a child" (i suspect that must be either daemyra or Rhaegar x Lyanna) while I've been non so nicely asked to "go to therapy".

First of all, I think yall should set up a gofundme and pay for the therapy you're all so desperate for me to get.

Secondly, you people are the reason why normal fans refrain from creating content in the first place. Y'see crack shippers have never insulted me for liking canon pairs. And just ignore & mute if they don't like a ship. I wish you could do the same.

Thirdly, the fact that I have people who ship Laena/Daemon, Rhaenyra/Daemon, Alys/Aemond, Elia/Rhaegar etc come to my anon asks, preaching about morality when yall pairs have a large amount of levels of fucked up, toxicity, and what fandom now calls "problematic" is not only hypocritical but also unintentionally hilarious. None of these ships are "healthier" or more normal. They only happened in canon and for some reason this feeds you some huge burst of self righteousness. And since yall love your canon ships so much and feel superior, why on earth do you feel so insecure that you'd lower yourself into being an assloke in my anon asks? 🤨🎤

Last but no least, let me make it clear again, this account is for me, I make content that I enjoy and if yall end up liking it that's really cool. Otherwise? there are tons of other accounts who are dedicated strickly to canon and you can follow those.

I'll keep creating content I enjoy but yall have made me spiteful. So if the intention was for me to drop crackships then I sadly report you only inspired me to make more <3

I'm deleting those asks and won't interact with this type in the future either. If you genuinely wonder why I like x pair I'll be more than happy to explain. But insulting me, belittling me, and demanding to switch my content will get you 0 results from me.

all ships are welcome in this harbor

xoxo

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