#phinford

[cyberpassive]

you are unfairly limiting yourself when you only ship the backyard gang with one other character. they were designed for holding hands in a circle in random combinations and possibly smooching each other

[looney-mooney-studio]

The fun part of a Homestuck Trolls AU is the crazy ships you get to come up with. Phineas being Isabella and Buford’s Auspistice who enables their moments of intense rivalry because it’s an opportunity to make a fun battle arena for his friends, for example. Image ID in alt text!

[nanathedinosaur]

Today I posted a fanfic of a ship that has been in my life for over a year.

As crazy as it sounds, it's a ship between Phineas and Buford. Yeah, unusual, I know.

But one day they popped into my mind and everything just made sense. I spent so much time compulsively thinking about them. I jutted down headcanons. Made art. Playlists. And eventually wrote a fanfic.

So I decided to get it all out there, so that maybe it'll reach someone that will like this ship as much as I do.

So if you want to give it a try, here it is!

[miraacleworker]

more of these guys because last post blew up like. hi. im not used to this 👋👋👋

[chiisaicitrouille]

so yeah here's your bit of phineas <3< buford whoo

            Phineas is sharper to your senses than you ever though he could be. He’s angles, every part of his face, each shoulder and elbow, both knees, up and down to his half-exposed hipbones. He smells of motor oil, reeks of confidence. You feel the stench seeping into your bed sheets, his body stretched out to infect every corner, so stretched his pants sit grossly low and his shirt rides up indecently high.

            The skin there is paler than his face and arms but just as unblemished. It seems wrong, and your hands and every other part of your body want to stop it, to scratch and bruise even that tiny sliver of skin into oblivion, but your hands instead slide down his jaw with the delicacy of an electric sander. With one leg on your bed, it’s easy to yank him up and push the space between his chin and nose against the space between your chin and nose. His mouth twitches, and his disgust reverberates through your body. You didn’t know he was capable of disgust, and he’s just screamed it right into your mouth with the smallest of movements.

            He’s smiling when you pull away. The smile goes right to his eyes, too sincere for you to bear. He looks away, and his expression falls to pleasantly idle. He shifts around to make room for you, and you’ve sat down and yanked him onto your lap as fast as your body will move to perform the necessary actions.

            He’s dully happy about this, like this is some pleasant routine he’s repeated for years now. Your hands are in his hair and his mouth is against yours and it’s practically simultaneous-- he bites down on your lip with a viciousness that’s completely unexpected and you yank on his hair with a viciousness he’s come to believe you incapable of.

             The hair-pulling jerks his head back, which of course only hurts you, since his teeth are clamped down hard. You want to yell at him, since you’re pretty sure he’s only doing the whole biting thing because he has no idea how to kiss, but he dislodges and goes for a plain old kiss before you can say a word. His hipbones press against your stomach like knives.

so yeah that's it sorry i think at this point i was just like "thiS MIGHT TURN INTO SMUT ABORT MISSION"