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doushitemacaron · 3 months
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I can't believe this show gave me rival rival-ships. It's like rival inception and I'm so here for it.
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leemillion · 7 months
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Presnik propaganda (for those in rare pair hell. You know who you are 👹)
For those who say they don’t have anything in common. That’s one of the best parts! Not to mention they actually DO have some things in common thank you U-U
For one they’re both REALLY FRICKING LOUD. THEY ADDRESS THIS. PRESTON IS NEAR CONSTANT YELLING. NIKKI IS VERY VERY LOUD. IT WORKS. LOUD DUO HOURS BABY‼️‼️‼️ WE LOVE PEOPLE WHO HAVE LITTLE TO NO VOLUME CONTROL <3
They both have desperate fucking sweet tooths. Like look at this:
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Desperate I tell you
ADHD. That is all
They’re both insanely energetic and passionate in their own weird little way.
And now for one of my favorite tropes: A not so masculine boy & a not so feminine girl. It is quite literally perfect. Screw societal gender roles these fuckers do what they want!!! Nikki’s tomboyish and adventurous and fucking loves getting dirty. Preston on the other hand is damn near the opposite!! Hates getting dirty, can be pretty feminine at times (he slayed in that Victorian dress fit 🥹), and fucking faints whenever he witnesses t̸̢̠̘̩͓̂̇͘h̶̺̝͒̏̔͐͝ẽ̶̢͚̮̫̗ ̴͚̬͓͍̄h̸͔̗̫̩̟͗̇̓õ̸̫͉̓̊͒r̷̫͒̚ŗ̴͔͙͕̤̄̈́͂o̶̧͈͕͎͛ŕ̵̝ṣ̸͊̕👹 (in short not usually adventurous. Kind of a pussy but I love him for that 🥰)
But yes that is all! I make this in honor of @rice-croquette 😌 enjoy fellow rare pair enjoyer!
-Sincerely a multishipper just tryin to get by in this world
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fullbattleregalia · 3 months
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dianadeadwing · 6 months
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Tell us more about Gene x Peter. Gush to your heart's desire!
Well if you insist… here’s my ~*~Genecadero~*~ essay!
There’s this old article on the internet somewhere about romance writing that I’m trying to find that talks about the key to a good romantic pairing being love interests who appear on the surface as being very different but are very similar at their core. They talked about Buffy and Spike I think, but I think more Wei Wuxian and Lan Wangji (essentially rule boy x class clown). Rudy and Louise work really well on this level. Louise is being the spunky kid in detention and Rudy more of a soft spoken rule-following hall monitor. But at their heart they really care about their friends and families and doing what’s right.
This got me thinking about who could be a love interest for Gene, the loud, attention-seeking, middle-child who’s actually really gentle, sensitive, and insecure at his core. And, well, Peter Pescadero does seem really different from Gene on the surface. Him being soft spoken but sassy is the opposite of Gene being loud but sweet. They’ve got that cat and dog energy. Yet they are also very similar. They both love unconventional music. Neither of them seem interested in traditionally masculine things like sports and have a lot of girls for friends. Peter has repeatedly gone out of his way to help Gene with things. Most recently letting him borrow an expensive piece of musical equipment in “Amelia" that belonged to his older brother. (Gene who always has sticky hands and is forgetful, it just seems like alot to trust someone with)
My personal head canon just based on vibes and queer wish fulfillment is that Peter has a crush on Gene that Gene is completely oblivious to. He keeps joining all these projects with Gene to be around him and trying to drop awkward hints but Gene either consciously or unconsciously doesn’t notice. Unconsciously because he states himself that he’s not good at picking up on vibes or consciously because he really shies away from anything that would be too much like growing up and especially with Tina as his older sister he might equate any kind of romantic relationship with teenagers.
I think if Gene ever did let himself think about it he would get hit hard. Gene is someone who is extremely affectionate and enjoys being around people. Eventually I think he’s going to find someone to redirect all of the devotion he has towards Linda and just be a total simp towards whoever he ends up with.
Also more pragmatically, stories are conflict driven and Gene is conflict avoidant. Peter has the potential to be unhinged enough to drive conflict in any writing about them. And then Gene’s extreme affection for the people close to him will drive him into the conflict as well.
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thana-topsy · 10 months
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#46
Oblivion Sheogorath/Teldryn Sero
There was a bit of debate over what qualified Oblivion Sheogorath versus Just Sheogorath, but overall "out of envy/jealousy" seemed to be the more challenging part of this prompt. But I'm getting very good at outsourcing these things. Maybe that's cheating? But there were just SO many good ones that deserved at least someone writing it. We've once again got the amazing @mareenavee on board for this one! She managed to make it work, and I'm in awe. Here's a snip, plus a link to the full on thing on AO3. As a warning, it did make me very emotional and I may or may not have shed a tear.
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Sheogorath x Teldryn Sero "A kiss out of envy or jealousy."
When the Dunmer wandered into Mania with questions held in his hands like ropes, Sheogorath didn’t know what to do about it. Or what to say. Or think. They rarely ever bothered to order Their thoughts. That was for…well. You know.
With a wave of a hand, They set up a fine mahogany table in the long grass among the strange flora that sprung up from the ground here, overbright as it was and how it clashed horribly with Their outfit. Well, that could be changed, too, at the end of the day. Or the beginning. It didn’t matter. Dunmer. Guest. Did he like cheese? It was difficult to say.
“Mortal!” Sheogorath said, wide grin on a face that did not quite say ‘Daedric Prince,’ because it had, in fact, just said ‘Mortal!’ and it would not have been the first time such a face would have said that, now would it? Dunmer. Guest. Better to focus.
“What is the proper way to greet…the Prince of Fools?” the Dunmer asked. His voice drawled. Too much ash. A little on the annoying side. Nice tattoos, though. Must’ve hurt. And all that chitin! Well. Fashion was never really a requirement to find the Shivering Isles, after all. Most of the time, they found you, as it happened. They smoothed Their fine purple suit jacket and stood up a bit straighter.
“Well,” Sheogorath said with a laugh. “Perhaps don’t call me a fool, all things considered.” They paused. They’d been leaning on the table before then, absently picking at the rind of a cheese wheel. “It’s…rude? Oh, whatever. Prince of Fools is fine.” They turned their face to the Dunmer and grinned both maliciously and enviously, for reasons still swirling about in the chaos. “And which of your myriad titles should I call you?” They waited through a bout of indigestion. Cleared Their throat and tapped Their chest. Wouldn’t do to have the Nymic fall out again. “Nerevarine? Hortator? Teldryn? Or perhaps simply… Sero?”
“Sero is fine,” he said.
“You ought to thank Neloth again for that one. He’s around here somewhere. Can’t quite get him to leave. Never could!” Sheogorath waved Their hand dismissively with a bark of a laugh. Sero sighed. Melancholy, grief, exhaustion – perfect, plenty to pick at. “So what brings you here?”
Sheogorath, of course, knew exactly what brought the great Nerevarine to Their doorstep. Or table. Or meadow. You know. The thoughts were written on his face, almost literally. In ink! This one who gained immortality without asking for it and yet could wander Nirn without the weight of responsibility. They knew there had been no choice all those years ago for either of them. That Sero hadn’t already succumbed to madness was in and of itself madness. And quite unfair, if They were being honest with themselves. They weren’t, per usual. Not in the traditional sense. Madness had come far too easily for them.
“I want to forget. Azura knows I’ve tried.”
Read the rest on AO3
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amikotsu · 5 months
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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Naruto (Anime & Manga) Rating: Explicit Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Hatake Kakashi/Uchiha Itachi, Hatake Kakashi & Uchiha Itachi, Hoshigaki Kisame & Uchiha Itachi Characters: Uchiha Itachi, Hatake Kakashi, Hoshigaki Kisame Additional Tags: Year of the OTP Prompt Event 2023, KakaIta Week 2023 (Naruto), Rain, Body Worship, Explicit Sexual Content, Sex, Anal Sex, Anal Fingering, Creampie, First Time, Feelings Realization, Cat Cafés, First Dates, Sneaking Around, Hotel Sex, Top Hatake Kakashi, Bottom Uchiha Itachi Series: Part 6 of Year of KakaIta Summary:
The intermittent downpours had ruined most of the morning and afternoon, and the evening promised more of the same, but the weather worked for them. They sat in the corner of the bar, their seats close together, bodies angled towards one another. He showed interest in obvious ways without being affectionate. From the other side of the bar, Kisame watched their exchange, likely looking for subtle signs of betrayal. It was a night for a simple glass of red wine and wasted words among them. Their report had been brief, delivered by crow over two days ago, but they still chose to meet. Itachi lived for their blurred lines.
@yearoftheotpevent
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saltysatellite804 · 7 months
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Disclaimer: Non-judgemental complaint incoming. This is a complaint based solely on my tastes and I'm not moralizing at all.
(Also warning I talk briefly about noncon kink)
But hh finding aiichi fic to my tastes is almost impossible. I dont care for aizen being a total one hundred percent self-centered uncompromising jerk (even if it's fairly in-character lol) ((cuz I'm a dumbass that likes to think hes very romantic beneath his jerkishness)), I don't care for the violent one sided non-con (I do have a noncon kink but it has to be like, forced enjoyment usually), and I especially dont care for the stuff that has 1-5 other ships along with them since I'm mostly a monoshipper and cant imagine aizen sharing at alllll.
Once all that's been shaved off theres not many fics left.
(Again no judgement--I'm just PICKY. I get why this is the lay of the land, I do. I just have specific needs)
I am trying to get the motivation to finish my own fic. But also I want fic not by me since I already know everything that happens??? Pain. Rare pair helllll. Agony. Send motivational vibes.
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purple-goo-writes · 6 months
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Fukaboshi/Luffy would be a really cute pair.
Yes it would be! Plus just how those two interact is adorable.
Plus Fukaboshi being able to just spot Luffy from so far away and catching him. *chef kiss*
Plus my pairing Luffy with people is usually along the lines Gaint/Super Tol Grumpy Male with Tiny Rubber Twink Sunshine.
And dang it Fukuboshi would.fit! Let luffy have a mer bf!
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petiolata · 3 months
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People talk about rarepair hell and side character hell but I have my most fun when I'm making up headcanons or writing about rare characters and ships no one else GAF about.
I don't have to deal with other people's opinions on these characters or their expectations or their dumb discourse.
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manicr · 11 months
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since I was feeling low and fever stupid, decided to try to read some light nonsense and wanted something specific:
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only to be reminded that the only 2 things in this ship on AO3 are literally by me OTL
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mysteroads · 1 month
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Part 2 of "We're Dead, but it could be Worse!"
"Living Well is the Best Revenge..."
In a post-war society, what is the sole surviving member of League of Villains supposed to do with himself?
Well, what could be be better than to spite the heroes by not only surviving, but thriving, and make sure the secret dreams of his villain family come true? Atsuhiro Sako, aka Mr. Compress, did all of that and more. Now, fifty years later, he gets a visit from an old friend...
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Finally rounding the last flowering bush, the unexpected visitor came toward the gazebo, allowing Atsuhiro a complete view. His gaze immediately fell to the bright red sneakers, scuffed and soaked, then lifted to meet eyes the color of blood and garnets.
Throat tight, he fumbled for his cane.
Tomura Shigaraki hurried his steps, hand raised in a cautioning gesture. “No, please, Mister, don't get up. Not for me.”
Atsuhiro ignored him and got to his feet, absolutely beaming. “Shigaraki-kun,” he said. "Of course for you.”
A comfort fic for anyone worried about how things might turn out for the LoV in the manga! It's fluff, hugs, and corgis for everyone 💖
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valtiels-darkness · 10 months
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Why am I like this?!
Kakashi, more like Papashi
Orochimaru? Bah! How about Orochimama.
I need an AU where these two geniuses are raising a horde of blood thirsty, but adorable menaces of ankle biters.
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dianadeadwing · 6 months
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It’s wip Wednesday which is great because I have way too many sketches to ever make finished drawings out of all of them! Like literally hundreds.
@theangrypomeranian got me all thinking about my rare pair, Gene x Peter Pescadero so here’s some sketches!
I’m calling it Genecadero (as @sailoreuterpe pointed out their first names do not combine well) for now. I’m still trying to work on getting Peter’s likeness where I want it. His bouffant and awkward way of standing are very important features.
The boy needs a queer love interest alright? Because Gene Belcher is not straight.
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thana-topsy · 10 months
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Edwinna Elbert / Baladas Demnevanni, in secrecy.
I am once again outsourcing the niche Morrowind suggestions to someone better suited to write Morrowind stuff: @yesjejunus It's not that I can't write Morrowind, but more so that Skyrim is my home and just comes a lot more easily for me. So please enjoy some more brilliant writing from YJJ. We are blessed for it, to be quite honest.
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Edwinna Elbert x Baladas Demnevanni "A kiss in secrecy." By @yesjejunus
The door of the Andus Tradehouse clicked behind Baladas Demnevanni as he swept into the building in a cloud of red ash. He took a moment to brush the worst of it from his robes before he descended the staircase to his right. Like most nights, there were few people in the pub—most of the residents of Maar Gan were insufferably devout temple worshippers who retired to bed early and rose with the dawn to go about their daily labors.
Baladas had a singular goal in mind as he steered to the left, approaching a small door that led to a side room in the bowels of the public house. He pulled it open without knocking and then halted.
Inside the room was a small table with chairs on either side of it. His contact, a blackcap in the Thieves Guild named Drolvyne, was seated in one of the chairs. Her face was obscured by a hood and goggles, which still bore traces of ash. Baladas had been expecting her—what he did not expect was the Breton woman seated opposite her. She was dressed in velvety blue robes, and one finger was tapping the book that sat between them.
“You want two hundred drakes for this? Are you out of your mind?” the Breton said. “The beggar in the alley could have done it for twenty. This wasn’t a difficult job, even for an imbecile like you. I’m not giving you a single coin over fifty.”
The Breton woman’s argument fell on deaf ears; Drolvyne was staring at Baladas with her mouth open, and through the goggles he could see the panic in her eyes. The other woman finally turned to face the open door, her expression unchanged.
“Can’t you see that we’re busy in here?”
“Busy?” Baladas shot back. “That’s my book you’re haggling over.”
The Breton woman looked shocked before spinning thunderously back to Drolvyne.
“Edwinna, this really isn’t what it looks like—" Drolvyne began, trying to surreptitiously shove the book into her sack as she spoke. Edwinna brought her hand down on the tome, dragging it back across the table.
“You’re too stupid to even double deal efficiently. Get out, and count yourself lucky that I don’t go straight to the Redoran guard!”
Baladas stepped aside as Drolvyne dashed past him and disappeared up the stairs in a whirlwind of cloak and ashes. When she was gone, Baladas entered the room and pressed his own hand down on the book, which Edwinna was in the process of sweeping into her robes.
“Not so fast. That’s my book, remember? What would someone like you even want with this? It’s written in Dwemeris, you wouldn’t be able to read it.”
“I wasn’t about to pay fifty gold for a book I can��t even read,” Edwinna snapped. “Of course I can read it. What do you want with it? I’ve never seen you in any of the Guild halls. Not that any of my guildmates could appreciate this either.”
Mages Guild, Baladas snorted. Of course. He bent close to her to pick up the book and Edwinna clawed it back from him, leaving a small purple mark on his hand. He arched his eyebrows at it before looking back up at her with intrigue. She might be Mages Guild, but she was more interesting than any he’d met before. Even more interesting than most Telvanni.
He gave her a lopsided smile, doing his best—insofar as a shut-in like himself could muster—to appear rakish and charming.
“Perhaps I’d be nice enough to let you borrow it from me… in the morning,” he said. Edwinna looked surprised for a moment before she smiled at him. Baladas’s eyes flew open wide as she quickly leaned in and planted her mouth on his, her lips unexpectedly warm and soft for all the acid that seemed to flow through them. He was still standing frozen in shock when she swiped the book off the table.
“You’re even more of an idiot than that thief was,” she said as she exited the room before trotting up the stairs. Baladas stood dumbfounded for a moment before brushing a finger to his lips and looking back. He’d have to hire another thief, he thought dazedly. Because he certainly wouldn’t mind meeting Edwinna again.
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idabbleincrazy · 1 year
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It’s so hard to find the oomph to write the fic I wanna write when the ship is such a very very rare pair. 
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