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Fourth MLM Ship Bracket Propaganda Submissions

Below you will find all of the submitted and approved ships for the Fourth MLM Ship Bracket Tournament along with the form to submit further propaganda at the bottom

This is another opportunity to submit propaganda for your favorite ships. Wether you were unable to submit propaganda for them in the initial form or you spot your favorite ship who has no propaganda submitted. Ships with a strikethrough have propaganda submitted, I will continue to update this post as propaganda is submitted. I will accept further propaganda for ships with already submitted propaganda but please prioritize those with out.

The goal is to have propaganda for all ships but I understand that may not be possible. Therefore I will be leaving the form open for a few weeks to see if we receive propaganda for at least half the ships.

Note: Please reach out to me if you spot any mistakes in character or fandom names, even if it is only formatting or spelling issues.

Monkey D. Luffy/Roronoa Zoro (One Piece)

Kyojuro Rengoku/Akaza (Demon Slayer)

Mikhail”Misha” [Heavy]/Dr. Ludwig [Medic] (Team Fortress 2)

Dave Strider/Karkat Vantas (Homestuck)

Chu Shuzhi/Guo Changcheng (Guardian, 2018)

Oliver Marks/James Farrow (If We Were Villains)

David Starsky/Kenneth "Hutch" Hutchinson (Starsky & Hutch)

Tinn/Gun (My School President)

Loki Odinson/Mobius M. Mobius (Loki)

Jaime Reyes/Bart Allen (DC Comics)

Levi Schmitt/Nico Kim (Grey's Anatomy)

Ren Amamiya or Akira Kurusu/Goro Akechi (Persona 5)

Wallace Price/ Hugo Freeman (Under the Whispering Door)

Daffy Duck/Bugs Bunny (Looney Toons)

Shen Wei/Zhao Yunlan (Guardian, 2018)

Isak Valtersen/Even Bech Næsheim (SKAM)

Henry "Monty" Montague/Percy Newton (Montague Siblings)

Nico di Angelo/Will Solace (Camp Half-Blood Chronicles)

Argos/Mr. Plant (The World of Mr. Plant)

Richard St Vier/Alec Campion (Swordspoint Universe)

Klaus Hargreeves/Dave Katz (The Umbrella Academy)

Woody/Buzz Lightyear (Toy Story)

Victor Lawson/Hap (In the Lives of Puppets

Charlie/Babe (Pit Babe The Series)

Fred/Shaggy (Scooby-Doo)

Simon Snow/Tyrannus Basilton "Baz" Grimm-Pitch (Carry On)

Gaius Octavius/Jedediah Smith (Night at the Museum)

Sound/Win (My School President)

Pat/Pran (Bad Buddy)

Mike Wazowski/James "Sulley" P. Sullivan (Monsters, Inc.)

Nicholas “Nick” Bell/ Seth Gray (The Extraordinaries)

Evan 'Buck' Buckley/Edmundo 'Eddie' Diaz (9-1-1)

Sean/White (Not Me: The Series)

Vegas Theerapanyakun/Pete Saengtham (Kinnporsche: The Series)

Runaan/Ethari (The Dragon Prince)

Larry Daley/Ahkmenrah (Night at the Museum)

Tintin/Captain Archibald Haddock (Tintin comics)

Bai Lang/Jin Xun An (My Tooth Your Love)

Napoleon Solo/Illya Kuryakin (The Man from U.N.C.L.E)

Wario/Waluigi (Mario franchise)

Peter Parker/Miguel O'Hará (Spider-Man: Across the Spider-Verse)

Steve Rogers/Anthony "Tony" Stark (Marvel Comics)

Dave Miller/Jack "Old sport" Kennedy (Dayshift at Freddy's)

Boston/Nick (Only Friends)

Kinn Theerapanyakun/Porsche Kittisawasd (Kinnporsche: The Series)

Satoru Gojo/Suguru Geto (Jujutsu Kaisen)

Craig Cuttlefish/Octavio Takowasa (Splatoon)

Tulio/Miguel (The Road to El Dorado)

Sun Wukong/Neptune Vasilias (RWBY)

Zachary Ezra Rawlins/Dorian (The Starless Sea)

Fox Mulder/Alex Krycek (The X-Files)

Thomas/Newt (The Maze Runner)

Fulgrim/Ferrus Manus (Warhammer 40k)

Kim Theerapanyakun/Porchay Kittisawasd (Kinnporsche: The Series)

Alec Lightwood/Magnus Bane (The Mortal Instruments)

Tan/Bun (Manner of Death)

Qrow Branwen/Clover Ebi (RWBY)

Rhy Maresh/Alucard Emery (Shades of Magic)

Yashiro Isana/Kuroh Yatogami (K Project)

Jaskier/Geralt of Rivia (The Witcher)

Dustfinger/Mortimer "Mo" Folchart (Inkworld series)

Brandon/Sky (Winx Club)

Phineas Taylor “P. T.” Barnum/Phillip Carlyle (The Greatest Showman)

Alfred Hillinghead/Henry Ashe (Bodies TV Show)

Baal/Inanna (The Wicked + the Divine)

Timothy "Tim" Drake/Bernard Dowd (DC Comics)

Vash the Stampede/Nicholas D. Wolfwood (Trigun Stampede)

Anthony Lockwood/Quill Kipps (Lockwood and Co)

Henry Winter/Francis Abernathy (The Secret History)

Crowley/Aziraphale (Good Omens)

Dainix/Falst (Aurora Comic)

Prince Rupert/Prince Amir (The Two Princes)

Finn/Poe Dameron (Star Wars)

Jean Luc Picard/Q (Star Trek: The Next Generation)

Will Stronghold/Warren Peace (Sky High)

Heart/Li Ming (Moonlight Chicken)

Wallace Wells/Todd Ingram (Scott Pilgrim Takes Off)

Sunai/Veyadi Lut (The Archive Undying)

Linus Baker/Arthur Parnassus (The House in the Cerulean Sea)

Aaron Slaughter/Jace Boucher (House of Slaughter)

Hercule Poirot/Captain Arthur Hastings (Hercule Poirot)

Phaya/Tharn (The Sign)

Hercules/Iolaus (Hercules: The Legendary Journeys)

Todd/Black (Not Me: The Series)

Julio "Rictor" Esteban Richter/Shatterstar (Marvel Comics)

Wen Kexing/Zhou Zishu (Word of Honor)

Siffrin/Isabeau (In Stars and time)

Kendall Knight/Logan Mitchell (Big Time Rush TV Show)

Yuichiro Hiyakuya/Mikaela Hyakuya (Owari no Seraph/Seraph of the End)

Palm/Nuengdiao (Never Let Me Go)

Khatha/Dome (Midnight Museum)

Asterix/Obelix (Asterix Comics)

Bowser/Luigi (Mario Franchise)

Lucien "Luc" O'Donnell/Oliver Blackwood (London Calling)

Kazuki Kurusu/Rei Suwa (Buddy Daddies)

Benjamin “Ben” Tennyson/Kevin Ethan Levin (Ben 10: Alien Force)

Lumière/Cogsworth (Beauty and the Beast)

Damian Wayne/Jon Kent (DC Comics)

Spy/Dell Conagher [Engineer] (Team Fortress 2)

Shanks/Buggy (One Piece)

Jesper Fahey/Wylan Van Ecks (Six of Crows)

Harold Finch/John Reese (Person of Interest)

Ulrich Stern/Odd Della Robbia (Code Lyoko)

Vincent Freeman/Jerome Morrow (Gattaca)

Eustass Kid/Killer (One Piece)

Christopher Hitchcock/Jalil Sherman (Everworld)

Frodo Baggins/Samwise Gamgee (Lord of the Rings)

Edgin Darvis/Xenk Yendar (Dungeons & Dragons: Honor Among Thieves)

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inkweaver · 9 months

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#inkheart #polls #genuinely interested in what everyone thinks

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littlebodyinkheart · 1 year

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HERE IT ISSS MY STUPID DDLC X INKHEART AU!!

Unfortunately, the file got messed up when I pasted it here, so I couldn't add any fancy visual effects to it (trust me when I say it looked SO much better in the original file), so I guess we'll just have to take what we can get.

So enjoy :D (I hope)

Ladies and gents of the Inkheart (and DDLC) community, I, @hearts4capricorn , present to you:

DOKI DOKI!🖋

❤️‍🔥FIRE RAISERS CLUB!❤️‍🔥

Monika - Capricorn

Sayori - Dustfinger

Natsuki - Basta

Yuri - Mo

Greetings, Capricorn here!

Welcome to the Fire Raisers! It's always been a dream of mine to reach the top and do great things, as of starting this “club” if you will, will only make things easier for me. Now that you're also a Fire Raiser, you can help me make that dream come true in this fantasy novel.

Every day is full of chit-chat and activities with all of my loyal and unique club members:

Dustfinger, the youthful and optimistic “Fire Dancer” who values life the most;

Basta, the deceivingly hot-headed boy who packs an assertive punch; also my most loyal henchman;

Mortimer Folchart, the timid and mysterious one who finds comfort in the world of books;

...And, of course, Capricorn, the leader of the club. (That's me)

I'm expecting you to make friends with everyone and help the Fire Raisers become stronger than ever. But I can tell already that you're a sweetheart—will you promise to spend the most time with me?

Mo poems

Act 1, second day

Ghost under the light

My hair illuminates beneath the amber glow.

Glowing.

It must be this one.

The last remaining streetlight to have withstood the test of time.

The last yet to be replaced by the sickening blue-green of the future.

I bathe. Calm; breathing air of the present but living in the past.

The light flickers.

I flicker back.

Act 1, third day

On First Looking into Chapman’s Homer

Much have I travell’d in the realms of gold,

And many goodly states and kingdoms seen;

Round many western islands have I been

Which bards in fealty to Apollo hold.

Oft of one wide expanse had I been told

That deep-browed Homer ruled as his demesne;

Yet did I never breathe its pure serene

Till I heard Chapman speak out loud and bold:

Then felt I like some watcher of the skies

When a new planet swims into his ken;

Or like stout Cortez when with eagle eyes

He star’d at the Pacific — and all his men

Look’d at each other with a wild surmise —

Silent, upon a peak in Darien.

Act 1, fourth day

The Tenth Muse Lately Sprung up in America

Thou ill-formed offspring of my feeble brain,

Who after birth didst by my side remain,

Till snatched from thence by friends, less wise than true,

Who thee abroad, exposed to public view,

Made thee in rags, halting to th’ press to trudge,

Where errors were not lessened (all may judge).

At thy return my blushing was not small,

My rambling brat (in print) should mother call,

I cast thee by as one unfit for light,

The visage was so irksome in my sight;

Yet being mine own, at length affection would

Thy blemishes amend, if so I could.

I washed thy face, but more defects I saw,

And rubbing off a spot still made a flaw.

Act 2

Tyrant

My first thought was, he lied in every word,

That hoary cripple, with malicious EYE

Askance to watch the working of his lie

On mine, and mouth scarce able to afford

Suppression of the glee, that purs’d and scor’d

Its edge, at one more victim gain’d thereby …

The Bell

And then I heard them lift a Box

And creak across my Soul

With those same Boots of Lead, again,

Then Space – began to toll,

AS ALL THE HEAVENS WERE A BELL,

And Being, but an EAR,

And I, and Silence, some strange Race,

WreTCHEDed, solitary, HERE

C ICORN S L ST ENING

Dustfinger poems

Act 1, second day

Dear fire

The way you glow and crackle in the night,

It makes me feel like you missed me too.

Kissing my forehead to help me out of bed.

Making me rub the sleep from my eyes.

Are you asking me to come out and play?

Are you trusting me to wish away a rainy day?

I look above. The sky is of deep blue.

It's a secret, but I trust you too.

If it wasn't for you, I could sleep forever.

But I'm not mad.

I want to play with you.

Act 1, third day

And I to fire

My Love is like to ice, and I to fire:

How comes it then that this her cold so great

Is not dissolved through my so hot desire,

But harder grows the more I her entreat?

Or how comes it that my exceeding heat

Is not allayed by her heart-frozen cold,

But that I burn much more in boiling sweat,

And feel my flames augmented manifold?

Dustfinger's poetry pamphlet poem

Get out of my head. Get out of my head. Get out of my head. Get out of my head. Get out of my head. Get out of my head. Get out of my head. Get out of my head. Get out of my head. Get out of my head. Get out of my head. Get out of my head. Get out of my head. Get out of my head. Get out of my head. Get out of my head. Get out of my head. Get out of my head. Get out of my head. Get out of my head. Get out of my head. Get out of my head. Get out of my head. Get out of my head. Get out of my head. Get out of my head. Get out of my head. Get out of my head. Get out of my head. Get out of my head. Get out of my head. Get out of my head. Get out of my head. Get out of my head. Get out of my head. Get out of my head. Get out of my head. Get out of my head. Get out of my head. Get out of

Get.

Out.

Of.

My.

Head.

Ashes denote that fire was;

Respect the grayest pile

For the departed creature’s sake

That hovered there awhile.

But a fire never actually dies.

It just stops moving.

Basta poems

Act 1, second day

Knives

Knives are sharp.

Knives are dangerous.

Knives are fun.

Knives can kill.

Knives can make you feel alive.

Knives go away.

Act 1, third day

Sharp

each night

when I go to bed

I lay on my side

because there are

knives in my back

and knives in my head

lying on my back

or lying on my chest

would only push the

knives in further

But then comes a hand

To guide me through the dark

And when I reach to grab it

The knives retract with a spark

Act 1, fourth day

Because you

Tomorrow will be brighter with me around

But when today is dim, I can only look down.

My looking is a little more forward

Because you look at me.

When I want to say something, I say it with a shout!

But my truest feelings can never come out.

My words are a little less empty

Because you listen to me.

When something is above me, I reach for the stars.

But when I feel small, I don't get very far.

My standing is a little bit taller

Because you sit with me.

I believe in myself with all of my heart.

But what do I do when it's torn all apart?

My faith is a little bit stronger

Because you trusted me.

My pen always puts my feelings to the test.

I'm not a good writer, but my best is my best.

My poems are a little bit dearer

Because you think of me.

Because you, because you, because you.

Act 2

Too many

"There’s too many”,

And they looked at me.

Did someone stab me?

It felt like it.

And then they said my name.

Did someone twist the knife?

It hurts.

Basta's request

I don't know how else to bring this up. But there's been something I've been worried about. Dustfinger has been acting kind of strange lately. You've only been here a few days, so you may not know what I mean. But he's not normally like this. He's always been sarcastic and lively and annoyingly energetic ...things like that.

Okay... This is really embarrassing, but I'm forcing myself to suck it up. The truth is, I'm REALLY worried about him. But I would rather DIE than try talking to him about it. He's my WORST ENEMY. I don't know what to do. I think you're the only person that he'll listen to. I don't know why. But please try to do something. Maybe you can convince him to talk to someone.

I've always wanted to try getting closer to “Dirty-Finger” and it actually really hurts me to see this happening. I know I'm going to hate myself later for admitting that, but right now I don't care. I just feel so helpless. So please see if you can do something to help. I don't want anything bad to happen to him. I'll even give you my knife for a day if I have to. Just please try to do something.

As for Capricorn... I don't know why, but he's been making me feel weird recently. Something in his eyes makes me freeze in fear when he glances at me, and I feel like I'm missing something important that I can't remember. So I'm trying my best to avoid getting him mad right now, and that's why I'm coming to you about this. DON'T LET HIM KNOW I WROTE THIS!!!! Just pretend like I gave you a really good poem, okay? I'm counting on you. Thanks for reading.

“I changed my mind.”

“Ignore everything you just read”

“There's no point in trying to do anything”

“It's Dustfinger's own fault that he's so unlikable”

“Can you hear me, reader?”

“If you would just spend more time with Capricorn, all these problems would go away.”

“Silvertongue and I are too messed up for someone as wonderful as you.”

“Just think of Capricorn from now on.”

“Just Capricorn.”

Just Capricorn.

*game restart*

Cornelia Funke

(Team Salvato)

Just Capricorn.

Capricorn poems

Act 1, second day

The Lady Who Knows Everything

An old tale tells of a lady who wanders Earth.

The Lady who Knows Everything.

A beautiful lady who has found every answer,

All meaning,

All purpose,

And all that was ever sought.

And here I am,

a feather

Lost adrift the sky, victim of the currents of the wind.

Day after day, I search.

I search with little hope, knowing legends don't exist.

But when all else has failed me,

When all others have turned away,

The legend is all that remains -

the last dim star glimmering in the twilight sky.

Until one day, the wind ceases to blow.

I fall.

And I fall and fall, and fall even more.

Gentle as a feather.

A dry quill, expressionless.

But a hand catches me, between the thumb and forefinger.

The hand of a beautiful lady.

I look at her eyes and find no end to her gaze.

The Lady who Knows Everything knows what I am thinking.

Before I can speak, she responds in a hollow voice.

"I have found every answer, all of which amount to nothing.

There is no meaning.

There is no purpose.

And we seek only the impossible.

I am not your legend.

Your legend does not exist."

And with a breath, she blows me back afloat, and I pick up a gust of wind.

Act 1, third day

Hole in Wall

It couldn't have been me.

See, the direction the spackle protrudes.

A noisy neighbor? An angry boyfriend? I'll never know. I wasn't home.

I peer inside for a clue.

No! I can't see. I reel, blind, like a film left out in the sun.

But it's too late. My retinas.

Already scorched with a permanent copy of the meaningless image.

It's just a little hole. It wasn't too bright.

It was too deep.

Stretching forever into everything.

A hole of infinite choices.

I realize now, that I wasn't looking in.

I was looking out.

And she, on the other side, was looking in.

Act 1, fourth day

Hole in wall 2

But she wasn't looking at me.

Confused, I frantically glance at my surroundings.

But my burned eyes can no longer see color.

Are there others in this room? Are they talking?

Or are they simply words on flat sheets of paper,

The sound of frantic scrawling playing tricks on my ears?

The room begins to crinkle.

Closing in on me.

The air I breathe dissipates before it reaches my lungs.

I panic. There must be a way out.

It's right there. She's right there.

Swallowing my fears, I brandish my pen.

Act 2

Wheel.

A rotating wheel. Turning an axle. Grinding. Bolthead. Linear gearbox. Falling sky. Seven holy stakes. A docked ship. A portal to another world. A thin rope tied to a thick rope. A torn harness. Parabolic gearbox. Expanding universe. Time controlled by slipping cogwheels. Existence of God. Swimming with open water in all directions. Drowning. A prayer written in blood. A prayer written in time-devouring snakes with human eyes. A thread connecting all living human eyes. A kaleidoscope of holy stakes. Exponential gearbox. A sky of exploding stars. God disproving the existence of God. A wheel rotating in six dimensions. Forty gears and a ticking clock. A clock that ticks one second for every rotation of the planet. A clock that ticks forty times every time it ticks every second time. A bolthead of holy stakes tied to the existence of a docked ship to another world. A kaleidoscope of blood written in clocks. A time-devouring prayer connecting a sky of forty gears and open human eyes in all directions. Breathing gearbox. Breathing bolthead. Breathing ship. Breathing portal. Breathing snakes. Breathing God. Breathing blood. Breathing holy stakes. Breathing human eyes. Breathing time. Breathing prayer. Breathing sky. Breathing wheel.

Open Your Third Eye

I can feel the tenderness of her skin through the knife, as if it were an extension of my sense of touch. My body nearly convulses. There's something incredibly faint, deep down, that screams to resist this uncontrollable pleasure. But I can already tell that I'm being pushed over the edge. I can't... I can't stop myself.

And suddenly all I see is red. Red blood. Red church. Red cathedral. Red satin. Red God. Red sky.

And the eye opens.

Act 3

Happy End.

Pen in hand, I find my strength.

The courage endowed upon me by my one and only love.

Together, let us dismantle this crumbling world

And write a novel of our own fantasies.

With a flick of his pen, the lost finds his way.

In a world of infinite choices, behold this special day.

After all,

Not all good times must come to an end.

Mo words

1. Pages

2. Book

3. Journal

4. Fantasy

5. Imagination

6. Words

7. Journey

8. Judgement

9. Landscape

10. Philosophy

11. Portrait

12. Intellectual

13. Analysis

14. Atone

15. Question

16. Time

17. Variance

18. Story

19. Novel

20. Tenacious

Dustfinger words

1. Fire

2. Adventure

3. Daydream

4. Match

5. Dancer

6. Summon

7. Fairy

8. Marten

9. Fireworks

10. Family

11. Home

12. Coward

13. Forgive

14. Friendship

15. Nature

16. Garden

17. Return

18. Scars

19. Unrequited

20. Secret

Basta words

1. Knife

2. Sharp

3. Edge

4. Neglect

5. Trust

6. Loyalty

7. Betrayal

8. Curse

9. Hex

10. Spell

11. Luck

12. Superstitious

13. Clairvoyant

14. Cat

15. Mint

16. Jacket

17. Anxiety

18. Tough

19. Blade

20. Dagger

+ Bonus!

Capricorn words

1. Shadow

2. Red

3. Cathedral

4. Master

5. Heart

6. Tyrant

7. Murder

8. Ashes

9. Memory

10. Crimson

11. Lust

12. Cage

13. Climax

14. Massacre

15. Wrath

16. Hate

17. Childhood

18. Father

19. King

20. Ink

Your Reality.

Every day, I imagine a future where I can be with you

In my hand is a pen that will write a poem of me and you

The ink flows down into a dark puddle

Just move your hand, write the way into his heart

But in this world of infinite choices

What will it take just to find that special day?

Have I found everybody a fun assignment to do today?

When you're here, everything that we do is fun for them anyway

When I can't even read my own feelings

What good are words when a smile says it all?

And if this world won't write me an ending

What will it take just for me to have it all?

Does my pen only write bitter words for those who are dear to me?

Is it love if I take you, or is it love if I set you free?

The ink flows down into a dark puddle

How can I write love into reality?

If I can't hear the sound of your heartbeat

What do you call love in your reality?

And in your reality, if I don't know how to love you

I'll leave you be.

CREDITS✒️

Doki Doki Literature Club! - Dan Salvato

Monika, Natsuki, Yuri, Sayori - Dan Salvato

Your Reality - Dan Salvato, Jillian Ashcraft

Poems “Ghost Under The Light”, “Because you”, “Wheel”, “Open Your Third Eye”, “Happy End”, “Dear Sunshine/Fire”, “Hole in wall”, “Hole in wall 2”, “The Lady who Knows Everything” - Doki Doki Literature Club!

Inkheart - Cornelia Funke

Capricorn, Mortimer Folchart, Basta, Dustfinger - Cornelia Funke

POEM CREDITS✒️

“Childe Roland to the Dark Tower Came”

(Tyrant) - Robert Browning

“I Felt a Funeral, in My Brain”

(The Bell) - Emily Dickinson

“The Tenth Muse Lately sprung up in America” - Anne Bradstreet

“On First Looking into Chapman's Homer” - John Keats

“My love is like to ice, And I to Fire”

(And I to Fire) - Edmund Spenser

“Ashes denote that fire was”

(Dustfinger's poetry pamphlet poem)

- Emily Dickinson

“Knives” - user “Izzy” on hellopoetry.com

“Sharp” (short fragment from “knives”) - user “Rick Adams” on hellopoetry.com

@peppermintfreak @tintenherzundseele @a-pun-and-ten-dead

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hornymagnets · 1 year

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Calling All RPers

Hello everyone! My name is Crowley (21 f), and I fell out of RP for a while. Currently looking for any interested rpers to rp on discord that are 18+. My discord username is discreetyam5109#8611, so feel free to message me or interact with this post if you’re interested in any of the fandoms below! The ships I have listed are the ones I’d love to do, but I’m open to more, and I love a good au!

Assassin’s Creed Malik x Altair, Alexios x Thaletas, Demosthenes x Lysander, Eivor x Hytham, Eivor x Basim, Hytham x Basim, Eivor x Vili, Eivor x Ivarr. Cyberpunk 2077 Johnny Silverhand x V, Viktor x V DC Batman x Joker, Batman x Two-Face//Bruce x Harvey, Batman x Superman, Riddler x Scarecrow, Riddler x Penguin

Harry Potter Harry x Draco, Sirius Black x Remus Lupin

Inkheart Mo x Dustfinger

Kingsman Harry x Merlin The Last of Us Joel x Tess, Frank x Bill

Marvel Loki x Tony Stark, Kaecilius x Karl Mordo, Matt Murdock x Frank Castle, Matt Murdock x Foggy, Warren Worthington x Scott Summers, Steve Rogers x Bucky, Zemo x Bucky, Charles x Erik, Azazel x Raven, Ronan x Peter Quill, Kilgrave x Jessica Jones, Marc Spector/Steven Grant x Frank Castle, Carlton Drake x Eddie Brock, Venom x Eddie Brock

Resident Evil Heisenburg x Ethan Winters, Lucas Baker x Ethan Sherlock Sebastian Moran x Moriarty, Victor Trevor x Sherlock Holmes, Lestrade x Mycroft, John Watson x Sherlock

Star Trek Spock x Kirk, Kirk x Bones Star Wars Hux x Kylo Ren, Finn x Poe, Anakin Skywalker x Obi-wan Kenobi The Walking Dead Rick x Negan

Various Horror Genre (please message me for specific ships!) AHS, American Psycho, Child’s Play, Creep, Dexter, Devil’s Carnival, Donnie Darko, Friday the 13th, Halloween, Hannibal, Hereditary, House of Wax, House of 1000 Corpses, Interview with a Vampire

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schleierkauz · 2 years

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Capricorn, Basta and Gwin

Capricorn: Who are your top 3 otps?

I am a simple woman.

Roxanne x Dustfinger: Love conquers all. Love is all you need. Love is stored in the bread.

Resa x Dustfinger: He has two hands 🙏No seriously, I think their relationship is super interesting. For a while they were pretty much all the other had and I think they developed a pretty intense trauma bond for a while there... and yet they were both absolutely still in love with their respective partners that were just out of reach. No offense @ Mo, all the best for his marriage, he's a great husband (most of the time) but Resa and Dustfinger are just very interesting to rotate in my mind. I will always respect Cornelia for how she handled these four.

Capricorn x His unnamed lover who was so fucking annoying that Cornelia kicked her out of the story: Okay I know I know. But ever since Cornelia told us about her in that one Q&A I've been obsessed. Whoever this lover was, she haunts me. Can you imagine how dramatic that relationship must have been? With Mortola literally right there? Was this lady chilling in the Blackjacket's village? Was Capricorn still having ""affairs"" with his maids (aka assaulting them)? What about Resa? Did his lover care? Was Basta jealous of her? How active was she when it came to evil scheming? Was she from the Inkworld, and if so, what's her story? If not - oh my god? What's her story?? Please I have so many questions about this-

Basta: Who are your top 3 brotps?

Dustfinger and the Black Prince: Always!! I love their relationship so much, they have such a great dynamic. I love that the Prince has always protected Dustfinger, I love that Dustfinger always got in trouble alongside him anyway, I love how they both became legends in their own rights, I love that the Prince respects Dustfinger's choice to be fucking useless in battle despite having the potential to be a hightly effective fighter, I love how the Prince shaved his head when he grieved Dustfinger's death only for the motherfucker to show back up again, I love that as kids they decided they were soulmates because their names started with the same letter- god I love them so much.

Dustfinger and Mo: Where the fuck to begin honestly. I'm pretty sure they've both felt every emotion the human brain is capable of towards each other. They have SUCH a complicated and messy history and the fact that after All That, they seem to just be... friends? Regular dad friends? Absolutely incredible. I do hope Cornelia will put some more focus on the mind bond of death they're implied to still share because ??? Come ON, they literally felt each other's emotions and read each other's minds. Are they still just... just living like that, these days? Jesus Christ.

Elinor and Fenoglio: They meet up once a week just to fight recreationally. I love these senior citizens. Seriously, the way Elinor just DRAGGED Fenoglio to HELL every single day once she got to the Inkworld? And their relationship developing when they were travelling with the Motley Folk and all those kids? Them deep down really valuing and respecting each other? 10/10

Gwin: Who are your top 3 notps?

HM. Let me think.

Meggie x Farid: This is mainly nostalgic hatred but as a child they annoyed me to no end. I Did Not Care about their teen romance, I wanted to know where the story was going! In hindsight it starts out kind of cute, I guess, but... eh. And we all know where it eventually goes. Weird all around.

Violante x Cosimo: I probably don't need to explain this one but for the record. Yikes.

The Adderhead x Anyone: Again, obvious answer but man I just felt so bad for his wives during Inkdeath. DISGUSTINNNNNNG.

Overall it seems I don't carry much hatred in my heart when it comes to ships. I feel like the chill aunt. Like. As long as they're happy... :)

#ask game #this was so much fun! i couldve gone on forever with the first two questions haha #these are not in order btw #i just went with whatever i thought of first

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bestshipsmackdown · 1 year

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I haven't even seen the movie but hopefully some pictures will incite others to vote for this old fave : Mo x Dustfinger (Inkheart)

I mean, Brendan Fraser and Paul Bettany... there are worst casting choices

#introvert-in-hiding #ask #anonymous #propaganda

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kennabeth · 1 year

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as someone who's seen both the x files and read the inkheart series do you also see a similarity between mulder and mo??? both of them have someone disappear in their lives and seem to perpetually victimize themselves because of it. also hot headed and kind of rash and self righteous. just realized this myself

congrats on sending my absolute favorite ask i've ever received omg

i 500% see exactly what you mean--i've been thinking about this the past few days and there are so many examples i think of mo's mulder-esque rashness but when basta says he's going to start maiming meggie in inkheart to make mo read and mo doesn't even change his expression or say anything and just pitches the mug of boiling water at basta's head has GOT to be something mulder actually did in the show. has to be.

idk if you're familiar with the absolute funniest txf post on the entire internet ("ever heard of the knife alien") but the energy coming off of that is the exactly how it feels when mo tries to explain how the reading thing works.

person: "there's no way that person over there is a book character you brought to life. that's just ridiculous"

mortimer: "ever heard of fucking magic"

and resa as samantha?? i could spend Y E A R S thinking on what that says about her since we never find out what happened for sure to samantha and honestly get to decide which of the possible options we like best.. which is so in-theme with inkheart in general i want to weep. samantha's story is always told FOR her and she never got the chance to have any agency in it which. whew. is so exactly what resa was furious about in inkdeath (how the inkworld is a world for men but she will not stand by and let them tell her story for her yk!!). even before we find out in inkheart that resa is alive and well (well. not really) there's so much speculation about where she could be, why she would have left (from the people who don't know she got sucked into the book), what she's like now that i refuse to believe cornelia didn't watch the sht out of txf and internalize it even by accident. ain't no way.

detour over--mo and mulder both just. THRIVE on being the designated Sad Boy in the room. mulder does because he's an attention whore but i think it's the only way mo feels validated in a grief he can never fully explain to people for fear of looking like he believes bigfoot came from the fucking moon. he certainly doesn't have peers he confides in even in a casual, non-magic-related capacity (all of the folcharts being such crippling loners is kind of funny; someone remind me to come back to that one day) so he needs everyone he comes into contact with to acknowledge his pain without letting them actually know him. so he--for lack of a better term--acts out and gets himself into the dumbest possible situations. always tells stories like he's the only one affected by whatever happened (unless the other possible victims are resa or meggie ofc) (and this isn't rabid dustfinger-stan!kenna talking, i'm thinking about the lack of empathy for fenoglio's grandchildren being traumatized, the dismissive "wow that sucks" when strolling players were killed because of him (although maybe we can argue he just didn't feel like meggie needed to hear that idk)).

all that's up until inkdeath which is so obviously and magnificently his book. his rise above victimhood to become the avenging angel fenoglio thought he was casting as cosimo is so gorgeously written i feel like i should send cornelia $50 for rereading privileges. and that's where he and mulder finally diverge i think--and it's not quite fair to mulder because so much of his character was dependent on duchovny but mans really just took tf off on his gf and their tiny baby, had no contact with her, took no responsibility, lowkey becoming scully's samantha for a while lmao.

#my apologies for how long this took to answer and for the other asks i still need to respond to #been a rough few weeks physically and mentally but i'm back bitches #unfortunately i'm back at 2 fucking am and will be having a bad day tomorrow because of it lmao #inkheart #mo folchart #says kenna #when this ask came through i was at work and had to go outside and take a deep breath that's how good an observation this is #also it feels so good to actually write on my computer #bullshitting in my tags on my phone is so fun but now i'm mad at all the good stuff i've said the past few weeks #that i left to rot in my tags #because i didn't want to turn my computer on

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this-searing-light-the-sun · 3 years

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What if👉👈 we kissed 👉👈under the italian flag👉👈?

Bonus:

#inkheart #inkworld #dustfinger #mo folchart #dustfinger x mortimer #my screenshots #click for better quality

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bluejayfiredancer · 4 years

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... and the Black Prince went to the Bluejay’s side and felt that the words were like a shield for them, the words sung quietly up and down the country... all about the White Hand and the Black Hand of Justice.

#the black prince #mo folchart #inkdeath #fanart #my art #which power couple do i prefer: bluejay x black prince or mo x dustfinger #don't ask me i can't choose #anyways sorry i know i said i'm painting a villain next but i got sidetracked..............#will i ever stop drawing my favourite robber bois #nah i don't think so

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wickedlittleoz · 2 years

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sigh.

imagine destiel but dustfinger

listen i get dean being more df because reckless stupid but please indulge me okay

Mo always saw himself as a reasonable guy.

He married his highschool sweetheart when he thought she was the love of his life. He pursued education and found a job that supported them. They had plans for a beautiful and bright future together.

When suddenly a vampire broke into their house and killed her while he was at work, he became a hunter to avenge her memory and protect their 2-year-old daughter.

Reasonable.

Just something every husband or parent would do.

But he never thought ‘reasonable’ meant ‘worthy’. Never thought of himself so highly. So, when he sells his soul to make sure no harm ever comes Meggie’s way, he doesn’t expect an angel to come down and rescue him from Hell. From the early ticket to damnation that he willfully dealt.

“An angel?” He squints, staring at Elinor.

“It’s what the psychic said,” she shrugs. Shakes her head. “I don’t understand it any better than you do, kid. Never had to deal with celestials myself.”

Meggie is chewing on her nail, shaking her leg. “Are we just not gonna talk about the whole ‘sold my soul to a demon’ thing?” When there’s no response, she jumps up and looks between the two adults. “Dad? Elinor?”

Mo looks down, avoids her eyes. Elinor can’t offer an answer either. And he knows he should say something, but what? She can’t understand it yet. She’s too young to know that parents would do literally anything for the safety of their children.

“I just wanted to keep you safe, Meg,” he murmurs at last. Finds her eyes. She’s fuming. “I couldn’t bear it if something happened to you, like… Like what happened to your mom.”

“So you’d rather leave me alone?” Her voice hitches. “With no one to look after me?”

“You’re a big girl, now.” She’s not and he knows, but Mo was 12 when his dad bailed and his mom had to take on three jobs to keep them fed. So she has 4 years of advantage. And he thinks after all that he’s taught her well enough, not just in hunting, but also in survival. “Plus, Elinor’s always here if you need-”

“I don’t want Elinor, dad, I want you!”

He sighs, glances at Elinor – who doesn’t seem to have taken it personally, which he’s thankful for – then back at Meggie. When he goes in for a hug, she shoulders past him and marches outside.

Mo rubs his eyes. God, he’s so tired. Feels like he hasn’t had a proper night of sleep since Resa died and everything started. That was fourteen years ago, now. The years are getting to him… Maybe Hell wasn’t so bad after all.

Flashbacks flood his mind and he has to reel himself in to keep from throwing up. All the torture and pain. So little time passed here on Earth, but it felt like a lifetime down there. The memory of Meggie’s smile, the only thing that he could focus on to remind himself that it was all worth it…

But now this. Angels. An angel was sent to rescue him, to pull him back to the land of the living, because… Who even knows why. And what took them so long. And why the oh-so-mighty angel didn’t stick around to say something, anything at all. As usual, he has more questions than answers and no one’s ever around to help.

Thunder breaks out. The sound is loud, as if it fell nearby. They’re out in Elinor’s farmhouse, so he rushes to the backdoor to call Meggie back in. She’s already halfway up the stairs when he swings open the door.

“I think some… thing is here,” she whispers in a broken voice. Mo drags her to stand behind him, already pulling out his pistol, loaded with silver bullets.

“Looks like we have company,” he yells at Elinor over his shoulder and hears as she scrambles to get a shotgun. When he thinks about telling Meggie to find her knife, she already has it in hand. The three of them stand, covering each others’ backs, watching and waiting for whatever happens next.

Then a blinding white light covers the land. Mo blinks a few times until his eyes are able to focus again. Marching towards them is a man. Tall, slender, very pale, with red hair and coal black eyes. He wears a long threadbare coat and an old, loose sweater, as well as ripped jeans, all in black. Mo figures he’s some demon, sent to collect him, and his spine grows cold. Terrified, even as he knows he should be down there.

Angel, he finds himself thinking, if it’s so important that I stay alive, this might be a good time to show you hecking face.

Before he’s able to move, Elinor shoots.

The man (demon?) stumbles back a couple steps, but he resumes his marching no more than a second later. His face is unreadable. He doesn’t blink, doesn’t even seem to breathe. Mo can’t tell what his intentions are, but one thing is certain: he’s coming for him.

He’s climbing up the stairs now and Mo is taking some hesitant steps back, and Elinor and Meggie are both pushing him forward, to make him hold his ground. Then it’s Meggie who lunges at the man, sinks the demon knife into his chest with all her strength. Mo pulls her back before the creature has the time to react, puts himself between them. A small smile creeps up on the demon as he pulls the blade clean off his chest, unbothered. He lets it fall to the ground with a loud clang.

After everything he’s seen and killed, Mo isn’t much religious, but he’s saying a soft prayer in his head as he puts up his gun and stares down the barrel at the creature.

“Who are you and what do you want?” He barks, trying his hardest not to let his voice waver.

Lightning cracks again and Mo’s mind fills with a memory that had been suppressed – flying out of Hell, dazed, feverish. Someone’s hand, a hard grip on his shoulder, where there’s a scar now. Wings flapping around them. And red hair.

He blinks up and the angel smiles. “Hello, Mortimer. You called for me. Twice.”

#asks #gremlin #my fics #dustimer #spn au #destiel au #inkheart #dustfinger x mo #dustfinger #mo folchart #meggie folchart #elinor loredan

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