#crackship!

[thesovietonion77]

was playing crackship

got evil earth x eclipse

he don't know how to flirt good- occidere boutta fuck him up

speaking of occidere

He's her bodyguard

the guard of her body fr

[incorrect-ffvii-quotes]

Jessie: You know, in another timeline, you and I would have made a hot ass couple.

Aerith: Agreed.

[thesovietonion77]

my drawings from playing crackship

So crackship is a game I created where you spin a wheel full of characters twice, and then you spin a wheel of relationship situations or like romantic drawing prompts and you have to draw the two characters you get in that situation in under 20 minutes. I played with my friend Fairy/Eve and...the times we had to reroll bcuz of emotional trauma was insane. First round, I got Solar and Harvestmoon arguing, and for the second round I got Crescent(moon from solar's universe) and my OC Andromeda phone flirting. You guys can play this if you want, I'll put the links to the wheels I use in the pinned post.

[felicity-smoak-is-my-goddess]

if chris evans and emily bett rickards will be a pairing for a movie or series, i might collapse! these two are my fave and my heart won't be able to survive that perfection!! ( I STILL WANT THIS TO HAPPEN)

[prettieparker86]

Anyone know where I can request a crackship manip of Charlie Hunnam/Jax teller with Amber Heard?

[redeyedguardian-old]

"How about, I just know someone who would have done more than revert me back to core form if I didn’t obey her, and listen to the bastard."

"Or were you hoping that I wanted to just kiss you on a whim, Leon"

[occisanovae-archive]

"A whimmy kiss from you? Hm... I guess it'll be alright. However.." He looked at him with a playful glance and smirk

"Let's just say it was.. unsatisfactory."

[illluminirk]

i crackship my own characters so hard. i mean, meeting Katya and Damien, how could you not?

she's this fierce white flare of a girl with a brow like thunder and eyes like lightning. she wears flannel and tank tops and leather and stomps down the stairs but strides down the street and slips through the woods. she reads siken and underlines her favorite parts too hard with a pen. she's broken and burnt and scarred deep enough to singe. but she is still so kind, so loving. she guards herself so much she forgets how to live, but somehow people keep slipping in.

and he's a ginger irish puppy, with a heart made for breaking and mending yet again, who tastes like a latte and smells like cinnamon and clover. he wears plaid and jeans and boots and walks likes he's waltzing. he pastes poetry on his walls and draws smiley faces over them, writes letters to other people's pen pals, gives homeless people his last twenty bucks. he lives so hard, he sometimes flickers, and no one has ever slipped past him without love.

and together? together they are perfection. they go hiking and watch wildlife and wear leather jackets and flannel shirts and kick each other's boots. he helps her take down her walls while she doesn't even notice. she fends away his fears and breathes flame into his heart again. they hold hands and fight before they kiss. she rolls her eyes at him daily and he kisses each of her knuckles before they go to sleep. they run a coffeeshop together and he embarrasses her constantly and she kisses him angrily and the customers love it. they are the fire and the warmth, the stars and the cold. they complement and contrast and they fix each other up and it kills me on the inside.