#he has to spend the rest of the eternity of their relationship like yeah it was fucked what they did to you queen

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i think it'd be fun if while the master was on gallifrey and messing around in the matrix he found about abt the confession dial. not the sanitised story that twelve might've told missy during the vault but the actual real 4.5 billion years of the time lords using twelve's own will and testament as a torture chamber story. and he loses it. and he burns gallifrey. except he can't ADMIT that's why he did that he'd look SENTIMENTAL he'd look like an IDIOT so instead he makes up a story about how he found something in the matrix something so horrifying and awful and unbelievable that he HAD to destroy the time lords. and then thirteen ends up on gallifrey and digs a little deeper than he had and manages to reconstruct some of the missing files and when she runs back into him she's like i finally found out why you burned gallifrey and i can't believe they did this to me i can't believe they wiped my whole life and experimented on me and built the time lords from my stolen dna and the master's like yeah while mentally he's like hm i'm sorry they fucking what

#doctor who #the master #dhawan!master #the doctor #thirteen #and then he can never fucking admit that he didn't know that!!!! #he has to spend the rest of the eternity of their relationship like yeah it was fucked what they did to you queen #also i think it'd help you if you talked thru the exact memories you saw while using as many descriptive words as possible #also a part of him destroys gallifrey for clara. less bc he actually cares that she's dead and more bc like #the time lords REALLY think they can enact a scheme that ends up having clara as collateral damage??? #after all that work missy did finding her????????? if that woman was gonna die it'd be by THEIR hand tyvm #if he'd spent a bit longer in the matrix after finding abt the confession dial he'd have discovered that 12 made her temporarily immortal #but alas he did not. gets a big shock in a a couple decades when he runs into her dsajlkdaklj #to be the master is to be god's favourite jester (derogatory)

[backwardsbread]

Hazbin Hotel Characters:

~Marriage proposals~

Warnings‼️: genderneutral!reader, established relationship, characterxreader, lots of fluff, Valentino existing, mentions of cannibals/cannibalism, possessive behavior, pet names used, mentions of divorce, some swearing.

A/N: How would the Hazbin hotel characters propose! I might do a vise versa, where reader proposes. But this one is the characters proposing to YOU. Enjoy~!

This is pretty long- I don’t know how to find word count, but if anyone wants more, drop a request :))

?Semi proofread?

Lucifer:

This man is a NERVOUS WRECK.

When he realizes he wants to marry you, he lowkey panics. Starts acting like you guys just now started dating.

He’s super anxious, trying to impress you, and prove that he’s good enough for you.

(Whether he’s trying to prove that to you, or himself, is up for debate.)

The two of you met on a whim. You didn’t really know it was the king of hell you were talking to when you first met.

How could this be the king?? He was so goofy. His playful demeanor immediately drew you in.

With even learning about how Lucifer was, it didn’t stop those fuzzy feelings towards him that bubbled in your chest.

It took him a long time to even get into a relationship with you, due to him being caught up in his past with Lillith.

But overtime, your affection is what gets him through the tough days.

He gets all flustered and embarrassed at your sweet gestures, trying to hide the fact that he’s realizing he wants you to always only be his.

As we know, he had a previous marriage and that commitment failed him before. He had a right to feel nervous of the subject that once bruised his soul.

But in his heart, he truly knows this is what he wants. He wants to spend his eternity with you if you allowed him to.

When the thought has finally settled, and he knows he’s ready to try marriage again, it doesn’t settle his nerves.

This has to be PERFECT-

He needs the perfect ring, the perfect setting, the perfect outfit. All of which he had easy access to, he is the king afterall.

Yet, nothing seems to be perfect enough. Nothing is enough, nothing he can think of matches how strong his feelings are for you.

Once he thinks he’s decided on what will be perfect, he ditches the idea to try and come up with something better.

He consults Charlie on this issue a lot. Including her in this is very important to him. He makes sure she’s comfortable with the idea of him being married to someone who wasn’t her mother.

Charlie is a bit put off by the idea, it’s strange to think about. She never thought of her father getting remarried, but the thought doesn’t necessary upset her. She’s more worried about history repeating itself.

Overall, she wants her father to be happy, and helps him prepare for the proposal in any way she can.

(Mostly moral support because this guy is in emotional turmoil over this.)

He’s in a constant inbetween of if this was the right thing to do. Was it too soon in your guys relationship? Was it too soon after his divorce? Would you even want to spend the rest of your damnation with the one who started it all?

With heavy encouragement and reassurance from Charlie, he finally has the guts to ask you the big question.

But….. when he takes you out on the date where he meant to propose…

He chickens out. (Or ducks out haha)

“It is quite beautiful tonight.. you know I love you, right?……. Good! Yeah-! U-Uh-.. oh my golly! Look at the time! How that darn old thing does fly-Haha! W-We should head home!- boy am I tired-!”

Rinse and repeat this process a handful of times.

You do start to get a bit skeptical of your partners behavior. You guys had been going on extremely fancy dates at least once a week.

And while you had no complaints on spending time with Lucifer, you did notice his strange behavior.

The way his mood would incline before your guys’ date, and then suddenly decline when it was over. Then having to take the rest of the week to heal his pride.

It was just a big rollercoaster of emotions. You were starting to worry you were the cause of his stress.

(I mean. Technically you were)

During one of his many attempts in asking you, he had already internally given up when he stumbled over his words in the middle of dinner.

Your date was coming to a close, and like clockwork, Lucifer’s chipper mood deteriorated.

His shoulders slumped, he was pouty, and dragging his feet on the way back to the castle.

Before the two of you can enter, you grab Lucifer’s hand, stopping him. He gives you a confused look, posture straightening to look at you.

You give him small pecks all over his face, in hopes to cheer him up from whatever was troubling him.

Your actions have the affect you were hoping for, as he laughs and steals your lips into his own, a wide smile on his face as he rests his hands on your waist.

His nerves seemed to dissipate as he felt an overwhelming sense of security and love for you.

His body was moving before his mind could keep up. The moment just felt right.

He pulls away from your shared embrace, reaching into his pocket, and getting down on one knee. He opens the ring box, revealing the glimmering jewelry within it.

You look at him in shock and he returns the same look, surprised at his own actions. Well there was no backing out of it now- (saY SOMETHING LUCIFER-)

It takes him a few seconds to recover from the shock and he’s tempted to just pretend to tie his shoe. But you knew his intentions and watched the nerves wrack their way up his body once again.

Before he can even speak, give a speech he had rehearsed probably a hundred times in front of his mirror, you say yes.

And the relief that washes over this man— the weight that lifted off his shoulders in that moment— felt amazing.

You bend down with him, smiling ear to ear and chuckling as you realized this is why he was so worked up the past couple months.

Tears fill Lucifer’s eyes as he slides the piece of jewelry onto your ring finger.

You kiss away the tears that slip down his face and he wraps his arms around you, pulling you into a hug.

His tattered heart feeling stitched back together that day.

Alastor:

We all know Alastor isn’t the biggest on romance.

He’s a true gentleman, of course, but public displays of affection and intimate relationships weren’t his cup of tea.

The two of you had know each other for years in the afterlife, yet it was only recently you had put a label on your relationship.

Falling for you was never part of his plan.

He first saw you as an prey, only a possible soul he could claim for his ongoing collection.

But your sickening sweetness unfortunately grew on him over time. He once wanted to take advantage of it, but he became too fond of you to corrupt it.

You moved from his prey to his acquaintance.

You lived in cannibal town where he would frequently visit.

You join the gossip sessions with him and Rosie, indulging in their banter. It starts by you just walking by and throwing a comment towards their conversation you were listening in to. Eventually you had your own designated seat at their table.

Rosie definitely saw the potential the connection you and Alastor had, so she subtly pushes the two of you to hang out more.

This leads to your relationship advancing from mere acquaintances to good friends. The transition quick due to Rosie’s persistence.

Anytime Alastor would visit cannibal town, he would make effort to pay you a visit. He just felt so drawn to your company.

His smile felt less strained, his body would relax, and he could do what he wanted while you served up some fresh pinkie fingers.

There would be occasions of Alastor realizing he’s dropped his guard around you, and he would be snippy and aggressive those days. In fear of going soft and losing his mojo.

The first time he did this scared you,

(I mean obviously, the mans body grows two-ten times in his demon form)

But after a talk with Rosie about it, you tried to be understanding. Instead of falling away or distant with Alastor after his little tantrums, you simply waited it out. When he was back to normal asking softly if he wanted to talk about it or move on.

It wasn’t clear to you when you guys really started being affectionate towards one another. It just kind of happened.

You knew Alastor to be a gentleman before formally meeting him. So him linking arms with you, kissing your knuckles, holding open doors was nothing new.

It seemed like everyone besides the two of you knew the true feelings you two had for each other before you guys did.

You were holding hands, seeing each other everyday, Alastor would give you his coat to borrow on colder days, etc. Just small sweet gestures the two of you would share.

It took an incredible amount of time for Alastor to come to terms with his feelings. He hadn’t done this before and had no control of what his heart wanted. It was scary.

Putting a label on what you guys had didn’t seem necessary. The two of you knew what you meant to each other in an unspoken agreement.

(Rosie did eventually pressure him to actually ask you out however. It was the gentleman’s thing to do)

(But enough backstory)

More often than not, Alastor found himself spending his nights with you. Not to leave until the morning or midday after.

The two of you practically lived together when the overlord wasn’t too busy with other matters.

We already went over how the two of you weren’t big on labels. It wasn’t until Rosie asked that Alastor had even thought about marriage.

“Sooo… when are you going to put a rock on your pretty thang’s finger?”

“Hm? I don’t think it’s necessary.”

“What?? You’re kidding right? That darling and you have been together ages! You wouldn’t want someone else swiping them away from you, right?”

“Hah! Never going to happen. Who in their right mind would try that?”

“…”

“You do know where we are, right?”

It had never occurred to the Radio demon before. You guys had made your relationship official of course. Anyone else who would try and court you and take you away from him would be simply insane.

But the thought wormed itself into his brain and flourished.

The thought of not knowing what you were doing 24/7. The thought of someone possibly stealing you away without his knowledge.

The thought of some undeserving sinner having their hands on what belonged to him.

It irked him.

After that conversation with Rosie, say goodbye to your privacy. You’re not going anywhere alone. He can’t risk someone even attempting to steal you away.

It was irritating how he was always tracking you, keeping a shadow with you at all times.

If someone even dared to hold open a door for you that wasn’t him or his shadow, he’d show up at your side in an instant.

It made you anxious and overall, you felt your partner didn’t trust you.

You did express these feelings to Alastor, but your words seemed to phase right through him. You had no idea what had gotten into him to make him (even more) protective.

You joined him in bed one night, as he was stilling up, enjoying a book with jazz music emitting from his aura.

You cuddle close to him, the feeling of fuzzy static that enveloped you a comforter for your slumber.

Before you can let yourself drift off to sleep, your partner closes his book with one hand, the loud thump making you jolt.

“Say darling, what do you think of marriage?”

The sudden ask has you dumbfounded, giving him a deer in headlights stare. (Hah-)

He had never even mentioned marriage before yet here he was now, smiling at you as he waited for your response.

You give honesty, telling him you never really thought of it yourself and you were surprised to hear the idea from him.

You did mention how the subject didn’t draw you away. You knew you loved Alastor with your entire soul. Your heart and soul were his without one of his binding contracts.

Once he hears your approval he snaps his fingers making one of his shadows appear, holding out his signature red coat to him. He reaches into the pocket of his jacket, fishing out what he desired.

He pulled out a small box and handed it to you, his shadow dismissing itself from the scene.

You give him a confused look, before gently opening the box. Your eyes meeting the small band inside.

Oh- he was serious?????

You give him a puzzled look, while he just tilts his head at you, silently asking ‘too soon?’

Your eyes continue to track from the ring, to him, back to the ring, then back to him.

Your hesitation comes off as denial to Alastor, so he reaches out to take the box back. Before he can even lay a finger on it, you pull it to your chest protectively.

You give him a glare for even having the audacity to try and take this away from you. Your actions make him chuckle and hold his hands up defensively.

You slip the band onto your ring finger. Once it’s perfectly snug onto your digit, you pull your partner close to you, peppering his lips with small pecks. Scolding him in between your kisses for being so nonchalant.

He simply chuckles against your affections, telling you the ring will be a reminder you are always his.

And you wouldn’t have had it any other way.

Vox:

Vox is not one for settling down. No shot in hell.

Have you seen this man?? Holy hell take a chill pill.

A lot of Vox’s priorities lie with his work. He’s always pushing the boundaries of tech, eager to create something new and be on the face of it.

He never thought of dating. Being tied down to one person made him cringe. So the thought of marriage never even entered his system.

Then there was you of course. Messing up his plans.

How could he not fall for you? You were charming, beautiful, and down right too good for him.

(According to him.)

Your presence and the feelings you gave him made him feel threatened. He tried to put him a wall between the two of you, avoiding you at all costs.

But when he would look at his phone, seeing your icon pop up with messages to him. His fans would kick into gear, his cold heart ticking rapidly in his chest.

Yeah he had it BAD.

When you became a priority to him as well, it kind of threw a wrench in the balance of his schedule.

Yes he loves you but that fact scares him. He wasn’t exactly the safest demon to be around.

So he found it better that the two of you keep your relationship secret. Mostly spending early mornings and late nights with you.

It was difficult to manage. You wanted nothing more than to try hang out with your partner all day but he was always busy.

You would visit him at work, but on very rare occasion. You still owned your soul, which meant Valentino saw it as up for grabs, despite Vox’s warnings (threats) to not lay a finger on you.

As much as you enjoyed visiting your partner at work, you understood his reasonings for being uncomfortable with it.

Besides that, the chance of others seeing the two of you in public was way too high. You guys didn’t usually go on dates.

Your partner was more comfortable having you stay at home, having a double life without him. You lived with Vox, but outside of the time you two spent together, you had your own things going on.

Vox knew about it of course, he cares about you more than anything. He needs to know what’s going on at all times. And what you had going on outside of him was important to him.

He always has a screen pulled up in his monitor room while working. Just to see what you were up to.

The screen usually tracked a camera on you whenever you went out, it displayed your phone screen whenever it was in use, and showed your vitals on the bottom corner of the screen.

He didn’t trust the sinners that roamed these streets, rightfully so. Being able to track you gave him a source of comfort when he couldn’t always be around.

As mentioned before, going out on dates wasn’t really a thing. But Vox would usually clear up one day a month in his schedule. Just to spend the entire day with you.

(Of course he occasionally shuts down, checking how everything is going at V headquarters while he’s not around. Cant take this man entirely away from his work)

You’d spend those days cuddling, ordering in some takeout, and just catching up with each other. Getting in as much affection as you could.

The nights were soft and intimate. It was what you always looked forward to.

Vox had some things to do early morning on the day designated for the two of you. You did pout and complain to him, but he promised to be back as soon as he could.

Hours passed and you started to get a little bit peeved that your partner had yet to return home. Checking the time, you decide to take matters into your own hands.

You get dolled up, pack up a small container of snacks, and head to V’s headquarters.

Making your way through the crowd of demons and sinners. You head up the elevator, but it stops on Valentinos floor.

And with just your luck, the lustful demon is standing there, waiting to get on. When he sees your face, he grins wide and enters the elevator. Standing uncomfortably close.

He blows out his pink slut smoke into the small space, making you cringe and try to waft the stench away from you.

Valentino is touchy and that’s an understatement.

So when he bends down at your level, once again offering a job to you, your heart rate spikes.

Meanwhile, Vox is having a one sided argument with Velvette, the young overlord scolding him as she changed his outfit several times.

It wasn’t often Vox was used as a model for Velvette, but he had actually asked her ahead of time to design something special for you and him.

By ahead of time, he asked yesterday, not giving Velvette nearly enough time.

While he tuned out of his teammate reprimanding him, his watch buzzed, alerting him of your abnormal heart rate.

He gives a confused look, his screen going black for a second as he brought up his home security camera on his screen. When seeing you weren’t at the house, his eye twitched.

Where the hell did you go??

He was brought back, his face glitching in and out as he pulled out his phone, bringing up your location.

He saw how close you were and immediately thought the worst.

He zaps himself into the nearest camera, zipping through the electronics to find where you are.

Within a minute, he’s found you in the elevator, practically cornered by Valentino who was literally drooling on you.

The lights flicker in the elevator as it comes to a screeching halt. Cue your partner showing up with a crack of blue electricity, yanking Valentino away from you by the moth’s wing.

He puts himself in front of you, acting as a shield so you don’t have to be near Valentino’s poison.

“W̵̰̻͍̉̔̅̀̐͐͒͆̒̚ḥ̸̨̧̗̮̖̽̂̓̀̍̋͋́̅̃͘͜͝ǎ̴̯̀͠t̸̫̫̤͕̳̻̰̣̭́̌̉͝ͅ t̸̫̫̤͕̳̻̰̣̭́̌̉͝ͅḥ̸̨̧̗̮̖̽̂̓̀̍̋͋́̅̃͘͜͝ë̸͓̮͉͈͇͍̖͎̩̞͈́́́̋̇̾͋̈́̾͆͑͘͘͜͠͝ f̵̢̻͈̫̬̻͔̘̞͈̆̇̍̈̌͊ͅu̷̬̩̰̫͕̘͎̔́̃̄̍͋̓c̵̛̥͊k̵̘̺̦͉͖̪̪͖͉͊̆̔́̈́̍̃̈́͒̂̑̀̚͜͝ d̶̡̲̗̼̮̤̤̳̲͖͓͍͔͓̓̎̽́̽̏̐͂̆͆͘͘͘ŏ̸̡̼̺̫̥̻͈̞̍͆̏̓́͜͝ͅ y̶͔͗ŏ̸̡̼̺̫̥̻͈̞̍͆̏̓́͜͝ͅu̷̬̩̰̫͕̘͎̔́̃̄̍͋̓ t̸̫̫̤͕̳̻̰̣̭́̌̉͝ͅḥ̸̨̧̗̮̖̽̂̓̀̍̋͋́̅̃͘͜͝i̶̡̹͈͎̳̞͙͖̾̂̀͑̀͆̑̓̽̉͐͘͘ͅǹ̷̨͍̮̥̹̘͙̗̻̬̬̜̥̮̃̒̈́̽͗̿̍̄̂̏͆͠͝k̵̘̺̦͉͖̪̪͖͉͊̆̔́̈́̍̃̈́͒̂̑̀̚͜͝ y̶͔͗ŏ̸̡̼̺̫̥̻͈̞̍͆̏̓́͜͝ͅu̷̬̩̰̫͕̘͎̔́̃̄̍͋̓’r̵̡͕͈͚͍͍̼͕̍̀̈́̽̎̍͗̍́̏̚͜͠ë̸͓̮͉͈͇͍̖͎̩̞͈́́́̋̇̾͋̈́̾͆͑͘͘͜͠͝ d̶̡̲̗̼̮̤̤̳̲͖͓͍͔͓̓̎̽́̽̏̐͂̆͆͘͘͘ŏ̸̡̼̺̫̥̻͈̞̍͆̏̓́͜͝ͅi̶̡̹͈͎̳̞͙͖̾̂̀͑̀͆̑̓̽̉͐͘͘ͅǹ̷̨͍̮̥̹̘͙̗̻̬̬̜̥̮̃̒̈́̽͗̿̍̄̂̏͆͠͝ǧ̷̡̟̲̹̩̱͉̮̭͇͚̮̖̟̽̓͊̔̓̕??”

(What the fuck do you think you’re doing??)

Vox’s voice glitched out, muted TV static layering his voice as the fans whirled in the back of his head. In a desperate attempt to cool him down.

Valentino doesn’t give much of a reaction, putting his hands up in feigned innocence.

“𝒟𝑜𝓃’𝓉 𝓌𝑜𝓇𝓇𝓎 𝒱𝑜𝓍𝓍𝒾𝑒! 𝐼 𝓌𝒶𝓈 𝒿𝓊𝓈𝓉 𝑜𝒻𝒻𝑒𝓇𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝑜𝓃𝑒 𝓁𝒶𝓈𝓉 𝓉𝒾𝓂𝑒 𝒷𝑒𝒻𝑜𝓇𝑒 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝓉𝒶𝓀𝑒 𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓂 𝒻𝑜𝓇 𝓎𝑜𝓊𝓇𝓈𝑒𝓁𝒻-“

“You better watch your mouth.”

“𝒪𝒽𝒽, 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝒽𝒶𝓋𝑒𝓃’𝓉 𝒶𝓈𝓀𝑒𝒹 𝓎𝑒𝓉. 𝒲𝑒𝓁𝓁 𝓂𝓎 𝒷𝒶𝒹 𝒻𝑜𝓇 𝓈𝓅𝑜𝒾𝓁𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒷𝒾𝑔 𝓈𝓊𝓇𝓅𝓇𝒾𝓈𝑒.”

Valentino speaks with sickening sarcasm. You look between the two, incredibly confused. Vox looks like he’s about to explode.

The lights flicker back on, and the door opens, Vox demanding his business partner leave.

The moth scowls at the both of you, before putting one set of hands on his hips, the other set of arms crossing across his chest. In the most sassy way possibly leave the two of you behind.

Vox waits for the elevator door to close before he can breath again. He’s muttering angrily to himself, one hand on either side of his screen as he tries not to blue screen.

You put your hand over his, his cold hand giving you a subtle shock of electricity as you touched him. You give him a concerned gaze, silently asking if he was okay.

Vox looks at you, shoulders relaxing just looking into your comforting eyes. Little bolts of electricity shoot out from the side of his screen as he tries to calm himself, his fans working overtime.

You set down the bag of treats you were bringing for him to hold his hands in your own. You give him a bright smile, concern not leaving your eyes.

You reassure him that whatever he had planned isn’t ruined. You could just pretend you didn’t know! You didn’t want this little run in to ruin your guys’ day.

You ramble on as he just stares at you, almost blankly, his screen fading from blue to a baby pink as he listened to you.

As you’re apologizing for causing trouble, he puts a hand up to stop your little speech.

He reaches into his pant pocket, pulling out a small halo shaped piece of jewelry. He holds your left hand in his own as he gets down on one knee in front of you.

I mean.. you knew he had a surprise planned, but seeing his actions didn’t fail to shock you.

He gives a little speech to you, stuttering and glitching over his words as he tries to explain himself.

For being a perfectionist overlord, this was one hell of a show.

He’s a blushing glitching mess, cursing to himself when he couldn’t find the exact words he wanted to say.

You grab the sides of his screen, looking him in the eyes and forcing him to meet your gaze. You’re saying yes before he can embarrass himself anymore.

He looks a bit shocked by your response, he can’t believe you said yes after that display he just put on. Before he can get the ring on your finger, he blue screens from shock and embarrassment.

You kind of chuckle and sit down beside your partner while you wait for him to reboot. Not like you could go anywhere with the elevator being stuck with the two of you inside. You do gently take the piece of jewlry, sliding it onto your finger and admiring its design.

Cuddling into Vox’s arm, you can’t help but smile brightly at the decorative piece snug on your ring finger.

It was perfect.

#hazbin hotel #hazbin vox #vox #hazbin alastor #hazbin lucifer #hazbin x reader #hazbin x you #vox x reader #alastor x reader #lucifer x reader #alastor #the radio demon #lucifer morningstar #i swear I can write more characters #these are just my go too

[dwobbitfromtheshire]

I also love the idea of Steve and Eddie dating, but neither one of them realizes that they are. Like, they hang out all the time at each other's houses. They spend the night, and they even have clothes in each other's closets. It's been forever since one of them has spent a night without the other in their bed. Steve stopped going out on dates, and Eddie's stopped trying to score (he's never actually scored). Steve even opens the door for Eddie when he's driving him. They even hold hands when they go on walks. Eddie will give his jacket when he's cold. They will make lunches for each other with notes of encouragement in them. They call each beautiful and baby.

The party figured that they just hadn't been ready to tell people, even Robin figured that too. She thought that her best friend would come to her eventually, and she knew that it was better to let him figure it out, then try to push it out of him. Robin thought that he wasn't ready to tell him about the relationship because Eddie was ready yet, but when Eddie decided to come out as gay 6 months into what the party thought was a relationship. Robin, Steve , and Eddie were hanging out at Steve's house when Eddie announced it. Eddie was looking at Steve nervously, biting his lip, which confused Robin. They clocked each other pretty quickly after Vecna, so Robin knew that Eddie was gay.

"Oh. . .that's cool. I'm glad you told me. Thanks," Steve said.

"So, you're really okay with this?" Eddie asked him.

"I mean, yeah, I'm okay with Robin, you know that," Steve replied.

"Yeah, it's different. . .I don't know. I'm a guy, and you're. . .," he trailed off.

"A straight jock? I'm sorry that you thought that I would possibly do that and for my past behavior for making you feel that way," Steve said and Eddie patted him on the shoulder.

"How could you say that, Steve?" Robin asked with wide eyes. "How could you call yourself that? Is it because you're not ready? I always thought that it was Eddie. You know I would still love you, you know that? I mean, I would be a hypocrite and a shitty best friend. Because if you're still not ready, I won't tell anyone."

"Woah, woah, woah, Robin, what the hell are you talking about?" Steve asked.

"I mean, you know I would be okay if you were also into. . .that. You know, Bowie is like that, and I love Bowie, which means I would love you too," Robin rambled.

"Oh my god," Eddie said and ran his hands over his face when he realized what she was talking about. "Steve is straight, Robin."

"You thought that I was into guys? And what does Bowie have to do with this? Why would you think that I was into guys?" Steve asked.

"BECAUSE YOU AND EDDIE HAVE BEEN DATING FOR THE PAST SIX MONTHS??!!" Robin exclaimed, standing up.

"WHAT?! No, we haven't!" Eddie and Steve exclaimed.

"What do you guys think you've been doing?" Robin asked.

"Hanging out as best friends," Eddie said, shrugging his shoulders and looking at her strangely.

"When's the last time that you slept without the other?" She asked.

"Uh, I don't know. Months, probably," Steve said.

"Would you say, I don't know, six months?" She asked.

"Sounds about right," Eddie said.

"You know what that means, right?" She asked.

"Uhhh?"

"THAT YOU DINGUSES ARE LIVING TOGETHER," Robin said.

"Yeah, and so? Best friends can live together?" Steve said.

Robin shrieked and proceeded to list the things that they do together.

"Don't you and Steve do some of those things too?" Eddie asked.

"Is anyone going to tell me what Bowie has to do with any of this?" Steve asked.

"Okay, homework assignment," Robin said, clapping her hands together. "Tonight, you guys will sleep without each other. Eddie will go home and Steve, you will stay here. If you can't sleep without each other, then that means something. Take of it what you will."

"What if you don't like the answer?" Eddie asked.

"Guys?! Bowie?" Steve asked.

"Then I will kill both of you, and you will spend the rest of eternity together," she replied. "And Steve, Bowie is bisexual."

"Bisexual?" he asked.

"Did I not explain this to you?" She asked, and he shook his head. "Bisexual means you like both boys and girls."

"You can do that?" He asked softly.

"Okay, Eddie, time for you to go," Robin said and started pushing him out the door.

"You want us to start right now?!" Eddie asked.

Neither one of them had gotten sleep that night, both of their beds feeling empty. Steve had just nodded off when there came a loud knocking on his door. He grumbled and stumbled out of bed. He opened the door to find Eddie standing and looking as tired as Steve felt.

"I can't sleep without you," Eddie whimpered, looking close to crying.

Steve pulled him inside, closed the door, and threw himself into Eddie's arms. He pulled his head back, holding Eddie tightly in his arms, and leaned his forehead against his.

"I'm like Bowie," he whispered, and Eddie grinned. "I'm in love with you."

"I'm in love with you too, baby," Eddie replied.

Steve leaned in to kiss him but pulled back, realizing something.

"Hey! Did you drive here while sleep deprived because that's dang - " Steve was caught off by Eddie's lips.

Eddie smiled against his lips and deepened the kiss, cupping the back of his head. He pulled back and gazed lovingly at Steve.

"It's sweet that you're so worried about me," Eddie said. "Do you have to work today?"

"No, I called off," Steve replied.

"Let's go sleep, baby, and let's never sleep without each other again."

#stranger things #eddie munson #joseph quinn #stranger things s4 #eddie stranger things #eddie munson lives #steve harrington #steddie #stranger things fanfiction #steddie fanfiction

[marshmallowprotection]

Can I please request long distance relationship Hcs with Saeyoung? Maybe the MC was in Korea for college but they’ve completed their degree and are now back home (for the time being)?

Saeyoung hates the distance between the two of you. It doesn't matter if you're in the other room or you're across the globe, he's always missing you.

When you're not there with him it's like a piece of his heart is missing. You have done so much for him in your life over the year few months, and he wants nothing more than to spend the rest of his with you. He knows what he wants for his future and

He's already carving out your future together in his heart, and he knows that there will be things that you need to do that he can't always be by your side for, but it doesn't change the fact that he wants to be there to support you throughout the entire process.

You can't blame a guy for being madly in love, can you? 

He upgrades Meowy quite a bit for the time that you're away from him. Meowy was created to keep you safe and happy while you're far away from him, after all. It's not strange for you to bring your feline friend with you to wherever you need to go. Faraway to him is a place where he can't reach you with his car, so, if you're overseas, he needs you to keep Meowy with you at all times.

He would find a way to be with you if that was the case, but on the off-chance that he can't get out of the country, Meowy goes. That's his stipulation. Meowy has all kinds of features to not only make you happy but KEEP YOU SAFE. Sure, is it overkill? Yeah. But, he's a guy with warranted paranoia who wants to keep you safe from all of the villains he's pissed off over the years.

One wrong move and someone wants to hold you for ransom to kill him. Meowy is equipped with tools for self-defense. You can walk at night safely with Meowy. Don't be afraid about that. He'd rather you not walk alone at night, but at least, Meowy can protect you and let him know if something goes wrong by pinging you location to him at a moment's notice.

Video chats.

Every day.

Phone calls.

Every day.

Cheesy Emails.

Every day.

Anything he can do from a mile away, he'll do it.

But, as far as you coming home? He's got the whole welcome wagon ready. You're not going to manage a surprise with him because he's a surprise master. He invites everyone to meet you at the airport with a wild grin on his face, because he knows that even if you want to see his face first, you're going to want to see the rest of your friends, too. He knows you just as well as you know him.

Confetti, balloons, there is everything you can imagine waiting for you IF you don't mind being the center of attention. He will go for something a little more low-key if you're not the kind of person who wants to be on display, so don't worry about that, your friends will be there regardless of the party. He wants to make sure you understand that he wasn't the only one who missed you dearly, and your family was waiting for you to come home! Your second family if you already have another one.

He'll run at you as soon as he sees you, with tears in his eyes as he pulls you into his arms. It'll feel like you haven't seen each other in a few years compared to a few months. To him, five minutes can feel like forever, like an eternity without you, so to see you in his arms as soon as he can is like a gift from God.

"Is it too much to say I never want to see you leave my side again? I know that might sound greedy... but you're my favorite star, and all I want is to watch you shine by my side. I think the saying is that your absence can make my heart fonder, but if I loved you more than I did right now... we'd have to call a doctor to restart my beating heart."

#mod kait #ask #mystic messenger #anon #mysme #mysticmessenger #mm #saeyoung choi #choi saeyoung #luciel choi #choi luciel #seven #707 #drabble

[enden-agolor]

i would just like to drop a thought off rq

after lukas and jesse die (if they can) i just imagine them being happy gay ghost men in the afterlife together

In canon I like to think they never die and they live their lives happy and in love forever and ever and ever 😁 !

But.......

I have actually discussed this with my partner a few times and I won't even lie the thought of one of (or both) them dying stresses me out so bad. Like I have actually cried over these fucking minecraft characters dude 💀

I always have imagined Jesse passes away first. How? I don't know, but it is absolutely devastating for Lukas. Like, he suffers through the grief horribly, and doesn't show his face in town as often as he used to. By now I'd think he's aged physically a lot more, kind of like how the old builders did? So he and Jesse lived a long, looong life together before he passes and when Jesse is actually gone, Lukas doesn't really know how to function properly without him.

I've always imagined maybe one day, a month or two after Jesse passes, Lukas gets this envelope from Radar that he found in Jesse's office while reluctantly cleaning up and organizing through all his work. It's an unopened letter with Lukas' name on it, written in Jesse's sloppy handwriting. He settles down somewhere alone and opens it, reading through it and becoming progressively more and more emotional, broken down and sobbing because it's a letter Jesse meant to give to him around the beginning of their relationship, detailing how happy he is and how he's never felt so loved and appreciated until he and Lukas got together. It's really sweet and written with all the love Jesse holds for him, and though he's not as poetic as Lukas, the fact that it's from Jesse's heart makes it so much more special and meaningful than any piece of writing Lukas has ever indulged in.

I also love the idea that when Lukas does eventually pass away too, that BeaconTown puts up these like, on scale statues of them sitting on the Beacon monument together so they're like, forever a part of BeaconTown.

And then yeah they spend the rest of eternity together as homosexual ghosts or something and it's very cool 😍

#ask #cw death

[gaydragontournament]

ROUND 1: PART 3

Propaganda under cut

Rhea

● Rhea is a dragon POPE and she's canonically bisexual! She's so ancient her dragon form has started to degenerate and when that happens fully, all her sworn knights turn into beasts. Fucked up bisexual women rights <3

Xue Xian

● A literal dragon in canon m/m relationship. Got stuck in the mortal world after getting grievously injured (he's paraplegic for most of the story) and ended up going on an adventure to retrieve his missing body parts with this one amnesiac Buddhist monk he accidentally met. They butt heads a lot in the beginning, but slowly fall in love over the course of the novel. Also while Xue Xian does have a human form, he also comes in big noodle and smol noodle variants (♡ˊ͈ ꒳ ˋ͈) As a smol noodle, he wraps around his bf's wrist like a bracelet!

● Is he a dragon? Yes! Xue Xian is a dragon god who got his spinal column stolen (yeah it's kinda complicated) and now journeys across the land searching his bones because he wants his spinal column back, damn it.

Is he gay? Yes! Along the way, he encounters this quiet, stoic, so-damn-annoying bald monk guy named Xuanmin whom he does not like, okay?!? He doesn't like him at all! Sure, he ripped out his dragon scale as a gift for him, but that's only because Xuanmin helped him first and he doesn't wanna be indebted! Sure, he feels compelled to annoy Xuanmin 24x7, but that's only because Xuanmin deserves it! Sure, he thinks Xuanmin's wrists look lovely, but that doesn't mean anything, he's just being objective, you know?!? He doesn't like this guy at all!!! (Spoilers: He totally does, and they end up spending the rest of their immortal lives together as lovers, bickering for all eternity.)

#gaydragontournament #polls #tournament poll #dragons #dragon #fire emblem #rhea fire emblem #fire emblem three houses #fe rhea #xue xian #copper coins #Tong Qian Kan Shi #铜钱龛世

[magnuslightwoodbane]

(without you) i’d be gone with the wind

vashwood, 1.9k words, wolfwood inner monologue, pre-relationship, second person pov

read on ao3

You have so many names, and you like less than half of them. Wolfwood is the easiest - you wear that one like a coat, to cover up the rest of you, but you don’t mind it, because you chose to wear it. Nicholas was given to you as a child, and the Punisher affixed onto that like a chain around your neck, dragging you down to the level you belong to, only the solid ground of reality and life keeping you from being frozen in ice for all eternity. The ninth circle, betrayers of special relationships, Judas, Brutus, Satan, you.

You’ve been called Executioner, devil, preacher man, attack dog, Father, monster. Nick is fine. You don’t feel like a Nick, really. Nico belonged to Livio, but Vash said it once, in a dazed state of having just woken up, and it surprisingly didn’t feel like your heart was being wrenched out of your chest, so you let him and only him keep using it. You think that the two of them would have really liked each other, so that makes it okay, somehow.

You’re sat on the hood of an abandoned, broken down car with him, cigarette lit, with only sand stretching out for miles, no matter which way you look. Above, though, the Worms shine and shimmer in all their glory, and you try to pretend that they’re stars. Somewhere beyond them, past the actual stars, somewhere way out there, is Earth. You’ve never felt a connection to it, not really - you’ve barely got any human remaining left in you, you think - but the warm body next to you has you thinking. Vash came to Noman’s Land with the rest of the humans, all those years ago, sure, but the humans at least had a tangible origin point, a home to remember, to honour. Plants come from another fucking dimension . You can’t even begin to comprehend that, how it must be for Vash. And yeah, okay, there are other Plants here, swimming around in great big fuck-off vats, being used by humans to survive, but the humans probably don’t even realise they’re sentient (the thought maybe Knives had a point flashes briefly in your mind here, and you shake it off quickly). But the closest thing Vash has ever had to someone who gets him IS Millions fuckin’ Knives, and that’s just depressing.

The guy might have been cutting your cheques for a bit but fuck me, you couldn’t ever imagine holding him and calling him brother. Couldn't imagine still loving him so deeply the way Vash does, even after everything Knives put him through.

Anyway. Back to Vash.

(It always comes back to Vash with you, doesn’t it?)

Not that long ago, you couldn’t even imagine liking Vash as much as you do, so maybe you just needed to spend a little more time with Knives to really get it. But on the other hand, you would prefer to deepthroat a cactus, as chances are good you would be dealing with less of a prick.

Vash shifts his body on the hood of the rusty metal carcass, and crosses his legs next to you. You can feel the warmth of his leg brushing up against you, far too hot for any human flesh to be beneath those layers of fabric. It must be horribly lonely, being Vash. Wandering, trying to help, being met with fear and hatred at every turn. He must have travelled alone for so long.

And now, he travels with you.

You’d fled the last town you were in with him earlier this evening, Vash having of course stumbled his way into another situation, chased out to gunfire and shouting. You don’t even know what pissed them off so badly this time. Meryl and Milly stayed behind with their apparently innocent demeanours and plausible deniability; you work so well as a unit, the four of you, that you don’t even need to agree a plan of action with them when these things happen - you two run, they stay behind, stock up, and catch up. Plus, it gives the two of them some time alone. You don’t yet know if either has made a move yet, but Milly is so perceptive you don’t believe she hasn’t noticed the looks Meryl throws her way when she thinks no one else is looking. Maybe they already have begun something, and are just so very good at being subtle about it.

He shifts again, and you hear the almost imperceptible hiss escape from his teeth. Your head swivels so fast that you feel you would have broken your own neck had you moved any quicker. You watch as Vash reaches his arm up under his shirt, exposing his tummy - abdomen, Wolfwood, don’t be a child - and the scar tissue that patterns his flesh. His long fingers find their target, and pluck something out, before withdrawing. His shirt falls to cover the expanse of skin and you feel a weird sense of loss. You have no idea why this keeps happening.

You have no time to think too hard about it, though, as between Vash’s fingers is a bullet. A spent one. With blood all over it. That he’d just pulled out of his own body.

And Vash? Well, Vash… he laughs. He grins, sheepishly. “Missed that one, huh?”

You feel like you’re going to fucking explode with rage. You tamp it down before it can boil over, because it’s not Vash you’re actually angry at, more the people who shoot at him without care, whose first response to this angel of deliverance is violence.

Okay, you’re a little angry at Vash too. Stupid noble martyr hero complex motherfucker. “What. The. Fuck. Spikey.” You think you kept your voice level, but judging by Vash’s wince, you wouldn’t be surprised if you’d ended up growling it instead.

“Uh. Sorry?” he says. You seize the lapels of his coat and drag him towards you. He yelps in surprise.

“You idiot, are you hurt anywhere else? Why didn’t you say anything?! What the fuck even happened?! Why did you piss them off so badly they shot you? Why do you never do anything to stop- URGH!” You shove him away, not hard, but you need to calm yourself down, so you release him with some of the energy that had just been building up. You look away from him, and spit out the butt of the cigarette onto the sand below, trying to focus on actually breathing.

You’ve run through a couple of the breathing exercises you’d read about in that trashy little book, and just about stabilised your mood, before Vash speaks.

"I know you think I'm naive, sometimes."

He's right. You do. But you're not sure if it's because he actually is, or because you're so twisted and broken in the opposite way. Maybe it’s both.

He continues. "I think you forget how much older than you I am. I'm this way because I choose to be, because I choose to believe in humans and their capacity for love."

You snort. "Even when we're being run out of towns because they're shooting at you all the fucking time?"

"They shoot because they're scared of me. They're scared because of their love for their people. It doesn't matter that they're wrong about the threat being me, really.”

You groan at his self-flagellating goodness. “Well, you’re just a really, fuckin’, good  person then. Ain’t ya? Not like the rest of us.” Not like me, you don’t say. The words come out like shotgun blasts, but you don’t spit them with venom, because it’s not an insult, not to him. He is good personified, everything you’re not, wrapped up in a lanky, idiot-shaped package.

"Wolfwood, you believe in a soul, right? In an afterlife, in punishment for those who've done wrong?"

Where the fuck is this coming from? "It's… complicated," you say, because it is. You don't look at him, instead staring straight up at the sky. You think the eternal damnation is here and now for the whole of humanity, but you'll never say that out loud. It might break his heart, and you couldn't handle that, just like you can't handle thinking about why that troubles you.

"Well if you do, then you would have to be a good person too, Nico,” he says, softly, gently. “Because you would damn your own soul a hundred times over so other people don't have to. So I don't have to."

You feel your heart stop, the blood thundering in your ears. You don’t see it, but you can feel the movement, as he pulls up his legs and wraps his arm around them. He rests his head on his knees, but that fucking gaze of his doesn't shift. It burns into the side of your face; you can feel it, stripping you bare despite how desperately you try to rebuild the eroding walls. He smiles, softly; you hear it in his words.

"Nicholas, the Protector."

That makes you look at him. There’s not a single coherent thought in your mind, no biting remarks, and you can feel your mouth gape open, shaping out formless words, desperate to respond, to deny, to lash out, anything so you don’t have to accept this honour that you could never deserve. He chuckles, fucking chuckles, and he grins in that way he does, all teeth and eyes crinkling, and you want to kiss him so fucking bad-

Wait.

What?

Oh no. No no no no no no no-

Oh yes, says the irritating narrator that takes up residence in your mind every time you have a crisis, of which this is absolutely NOT. You want him, carnally of course, because you’re just awful like that, but worse. You want to be a better person, for him. Because of him. You have FEELINGS for your closest pal, Punisher.

Vash leans in while you freak out in your own mind, and your body fortunately has the capacity not to flinch as he gets closer. He rests his hand against your jaw, and cups it gently, thumb sweeping over your cheek and flesh warm where you didn’t realise you were getting cold. His metal hand comes to rest on your leg, heavy and comforting, just like his presence by your side is whether sleeping or fighting. He leans closer, so much closer, and his lips brush your cheek in a small, slow kiss. You feel your eyes slip closed as his breath ghosts your skin, and a whimper involuntarily let out. You have no idea what to do with such sheer tenderness.

He leans back, slightly, and you can hear the intake of breath before he speaks. Immediately, your mind runs through a thousand and one things he could say next, ranging anywhere from and between Psych! You suck actually to have my babies, Nicholas.

“Let’s go set up camp Nico, I am beat! ” is what he actually says. It’s so Vash. It’s perfect. He’s.. no, don’t go there yet. “Okay, Grandpa.” You regain the ability to speak as you hop down, but it only comes out as a hoarse whisper. Vash, to his credit, doesn’t react to this at all. He wiggles instead, like he’s doing a little dance, as he walks away to the spot you found earlier. “Respect your elders!” he sings, and you follow. You will always follow.

You have so many names, and you’ve just been given one more. This one you like. You hope one day that you can earn it, but for now, it is his.

#vashwood #vashwood fic #trigun #LOOK I WROTE SOMETHING FOR THE FIRST TIME IN 3 YEARS #mine #my writing

[four-bastard-bustle]

Do you have any ideas for how Matt and Tord get together? Or just any relationship stuff for Matt in general (this can include you self shipping as well I wanna see this fucker fumble in everything)

ok heres just kind of. everything matt and relationship drama related. under teh cut bc its long and therse some sex talk

i have been trying to think of how and why matt and tord got together for aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaages now. i definitely get the vibe that theyre the type of couple that just sort of. happens. neither of them is too sure how or when it happens but once one of them asks "wait, are we together now?" and the other goes "oh. yeah i guess we are" matt's dam breaks.

I've mentioned it before but in my mind, matt is SO INTENSE during relationships. the type to demand constant intimacy. if you're not holding his hands at all times and cuddling and snuggling him every second that youre with him he will throw a fit.

but also i really hate envy tropes in romance. matt wouldnt demand you spend 24/7 with him or get mad if you spent some time with someone else. but if you have a free minute, hes claiming that right away. does that make sense?

with the need for imtimacy also comes a ridiculously high sex drive. and while tord isnt sex repulsed (hence why hes reading hentai like the morning paper) he doesnt feel any drive of his own or see much of a point in it (hence why hes reading hentai like the morning paper). he managed to play along for a little while but eventually, it became to much for him. it was a BIG point of tension between tord and matt because, of course, the selfish orange bastard was hardly willing to compromise. this did NOT lead to any dubcon or r@pey situations, because i'm not writing matt as THAT terrible a person. but he would ask for a quick fuck every night regardless (not politely at that) and grumble about it when tord would say no

with zombiehood, things get taken to a whole nother level. matt has unlocked eating another's flesh as a form of intimacy. gore as intimacy. he gets even MORE intense. like. "lets kill everyone else so its just us on earth <3 also i wanna dig around your insides <3" kind of intense. tords been uncomfy for a while now but this is WAY too much for him. he gets his hands on a necronomicon (btw the new hc lore is that thers tons and tons of necronomicons in the world and each one is like. one use only to dezombify. repeat use causes the stuff that happens in zombeh attack 2 with the wrong necronomicons) and turns back into a human pretty quickly. well, matt is NOT as keen on doing so and he gets FURIOUS about being "betrayed" like this. how could tord just carelessly throw away the eternity they could have shared with each other? from here onwards, matt starts using a zombie army to take over the city (and maybe all of brittain) but its mostly sort of a flex towards tord. something to say "yeah, look at all this power you threw away. betcha want me back now right? you want me back. you do." evilness tinged in desperation and, once it becomes clear that he isnt winning tord back like this the desire to replace him with mindless minions who actually DO what matt wants.

unsurprisingly, the flex doesnt work. because tord is not about that life. and the rest of the gang beats matt up and gets him to let go of the relationship with tord (and the world domination plan). they officially break up, but the vibes around the house become so tense it just makes EVERYONE deeply uncomfortable. its one of the leading factors in tord moving out of the house and back to norway

this time apart does help both of them heal though. while tord is away, edd and tom manage to convince matt to get necronomicon'd as well (allthough they have to get him out of hell afterwards because of the bloodline crimes(and trying to take over england with his own army certainly didnt help)) and matt manages to sit down and think more about himself, what he wants from people and from his life and why. that arc is mostly there for him to get over his resentment against edd but he definitely has a bit of an acceptace on the side that he was too demanding with tord too. and the vow to do better

which he gets to fullfill sooner than he thought because just a few years later him and tom start dating. they also kind of just Happen, i think matt has a habit for relationships that dont get big love confessions but just quietly sprout between him and someone else. unless he hooks up with someone via dating app or something (like the lady from the mystery arc or the one from date night)

matt is still desperate for that validation and love but he holds it back. just a little. its still a nice twist to find out that tom hates being picked up or held by anyone except for him. makes matt feel special <3

in general thats the whole thing with his relationship with tom, matts trying harder at being an actual good partner, but also tom doesnt have high standards. theyll just be sitting around to hang out and thats enough for them both. it sort of helps matt realise that romance doesnt need to be all massive romantic gestures and the constant intensity

also with his relationship with tom, matt finally found someone who can match his sex drive <3

tomatt are this to me

anyways back to the drama

the whole thing about red leader walzing in and pretending to be back in love with matt also has a significant effect. obviously, matts self esteem actually fucking sucks and he needs all this expressed love and all these compliments to feel like hes worth anything. tom was willing to dish out a lot of love, with the occasional side of affectional teasing which helped ground matt again sometimes. red leader just dumps a bunch of false affection on him. constantly grabbing and holding him and using the worst pet names every two seconds. its horrifically clumsy and completely out of character for tord but matt falls for it INSTANTLY. someone to feed into his worst, neediest habits, finally! this is the tord he WANTED during their relationship, hes so happy he finally got the stick out of his ass. obviously tom is suspicious as hell of all of this and now he gets a little possesive. his dumb silly little feuds with tord have turned into a genuine struggle, and by the time red leader has revealed himself and his plans and robot, tom is so fucking pissed. on the outside hes comforting matt as any good bf would, but on the inside he wants to rip and tear rn.

i showed it in that red leader inserting himself into the relationship post but once red leader reveals he was just pretending to like matt because he thought he had to, and that he hates that annoying bitch, its gloves off for tom. matts ego is so fragile and this bastard comes in and toys with his emotions like that. hurting matt wasnt even an accident, it was an unavoidable consequence of this cunts actions. oooooooough the protective bf part of his brain is having a fucking field day.

bonus i had the idea that after tom and tord kill red leader together and they become chill with each other, tom offers tord that he could join in on the relationship with him and matt (every character i write is polyamorous unless stated otherwise) but tord politely declines because by that time hes realised he only likes women (egg moment of "tragically, im straight, but i still feel a little gay in a way" until it sinks in)

#bastard related inquiries #theres not a lot of fumbling here actually im sowwy #matt is just an annoying boyfriend but not a fumbler. him and tord were just THAT incompatible #blog essentials #tomatt proposal being like “will you be the genie waluigi to my witch?” #thats a deep cut reference none of you will get <3

[fanfic-inator795]

Something I also really appreciate about the Jeoffs (besides how funny and wholesome they are) is the emphasis on them being afterlife partners, not husbands.

They’ve been together and happily in love for 100 years, with Geoff even saying point blank that he wants to spend the rest of his after-life/eternity with the man he loves… yet there’s no talks of rings or a wedding or when, if ever, either of them are gonna propose. (And given that Molly’s history teacher has been able to clearly refer to her wife as, well, her wife, we know it likely wasn’t a case of Disney just censoring them from saying “husbands”)

To be fair, it might just be part of ghost realm culture to not worry about weddings/marriage, but honestly as an ace-aro person, I just appreciate any instance of marriage not necessarily being the end all be all for a couple/relationship.

It’s also great to see examples of long-teen committed partnerships - whether they be romantic like the Jeoffs, or queerplatonic partners for ace and/or aro folks - being JUST AS VALID as marriages. The only other cartoon that I can think of that also did this was Adventure Time where Jake and Lady Rainicorn remained partners/bf and gf even after they had kids, with Jake even casually correcting someone when they called Lady his wife and the two of them never bringing up marriage to each other once (at least to my knowledge)

Like all other types of representation, it’s just nice seeing it in shows and being told that yeah, marriage isn’t needed in order for a long-term relationship to last

#tgamm #geoff tgamm #jeff tgamm #random thoughts

[bowiebond]

Hot & Cold - Chapter 1

AO3 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/40818159/chapters/102279033

Relationship: Mungrove aka Eddie Munson/Billy Hargrove

Summary: Eddie awakes in the Upside Down with a stranger. He doesn't know his face, or his name, but the universe has appointed him a savior he never thought to ask for.

CW: Injured!Eddie, Vampire!Eddie, Pyrokinetic!Billy, Blood Drinking, Minor Gore

Words: 4.8k

The first thing he registered was the heat. Next was the pain. The heat from the pain too. His head felt like lead, and lifting his eyelids felt like a feat all on it’s own.

God, did he pass out? When? In his trailer? No...No, he remembered now. His sweetheart in hand, playing in Chrissy’s memory, avenging her the only way he could. Dustin...Dustin had been above him, haloed, and there had been bats. He had cut the rope. Ran.

But not to escape. He had run to buy time, had crashed and kept going. The fear plaguing the memory made it hazy, dotted in blood and a mirage of pain. But he remembered fighting, losing...Dustin. Dustin.

“I love you, man.” “I love you too.”

Christ, Dustin. Fuck. He had died on the kid. What a way to leave this world, traumatizing his smart-mouthed younger pseudo-brother.

Except, he was pretty sure he was alive. Or maybe the afterlife was cruel, and he would feel this pain for eternity. God, he hoped not. Chrissy didn’t deserve to spend her afterlife in tears and pain. She had been too sweet for that. Maybe Eddie was just in hell. Yeah. He’d prefer to be in hell then for Chrissy to share a torturous limbo with him.

Eddie slowly pried his eyes apart and was assaulted by the bright orange of flames. He squinted and grunted, breathing out harshly as pain tore through his wounds. He wheezed, mouth dry and tacky, and he flinched when a hand touched his head. It smoothed over his hair, and he let out another small wheeze.

“Don’t move.” It was barely a whisper, but Eddie heard it. He stared at the flames, heart thundering with fear as the hand continued to smooth over his hair gently. “You probably won’t survive your injuries. But I thought maybe...You could understand. They left you here too.”

Eddie trembled, swallowing painfully, tasting copper and dirt. He choked on it and the stranger hushed him softly.

“Sleep. I don’t want you to pass in pain. Dying hurts.”

Eddie breathed out the beginning of a ‘help’, but he didn’t make it past the first letter.

“I said, sleep.”

Eddie’s vision spotted, drowning out the visage of flames that cackled in his ears. The sound sent him right off into the abyss, and he sagged against the floor, the strangers hand still resting upon his head.

*****

When Eddie woke again, the fire was out. It was dark, and everything still hurt.

A door creaked, heavy footsteps following, and Eddie breathed in a lungful of oxygen, the sound more rickety than an old house on it’s last leg.

A wet slap sounded out against the wooden floor, the drop of something heavy and metallic joining it moments later.

He managed to rolled onto his back with all the strength left in his withering body, and his eyes found a shadowed figure. Slowly, it reached for him and he wheezed out a protest, incoherent.

The silhouette hushed him softly, fingers grazing his pale cheek. His touch was scorching, and Eddie didn’t have the energy to move away from it.

“You’re persistent. I really thought you’d die by now.” His voice was still soft, melodic, and Eddie’s eyelids felt heavy. “I guess we’ll see, critter.”

Eddie’s vision went black as a hand came across it, burning still.

He was so cold.

*****

The third time he awoke, it was to the feeling of warm water dripping down his neck.

“Wha...”

“You’re a fighter.” The rich baritone slipped into his ear and fell apart in his brain, nothing more than a hum that left him just as disorientated as he was moments before. The lukewarm water grew warmer, and Eddie hissed as it touched healing ripped flesh. He could feel the single, short huff of laughter that jumped through the mans chest, pressed against his back.

“I’m glad.” The figure behind him pressed the rag to his side and Eddie passed out before he could even acknowledge that he would, the pain too sharp, too quick, and too much.

*****

“It’s so quiet. Why is quiet?”

Eddie fluttered open his eyes, the heat of fire back. Like the first time, he was blinded by its flames, squinting past the embers to gaze upon the silhouette standing by the window. His heart stuttered at the bloody axe in the mans hand, hanging loosely from his fingers.

“It’s too quiet...” The fire burned brighter and Eddie shied from it as its heat stung his face. Like the swirl of a cape, the flames vanished and the man turned to him, basked in darkness.

“You’re awake.” He seemed surprised. “For how long though...” He breathed in and sighed, his rising and falling shoulders illuminated by the faint night blue glow of the outside world. He approached, slow steps, and Eddie watched the axe in his hand. A weak whimper escaped his throat and the figure knelt beside his supine form.

“I think you’ll live, critter.” He caressed his cheek with his thumb, moving his hand into his hair. His skin, once grimy with his own blood and sweat, felt clean. “You’re so cold though.”

“Wha...wha you...?” He slurred, words melding together. He didn’t even try to respond and Eddie wanted to cry.

Where was he? How did he survive? Who was this guy? What did he want from him?

He couldn’t tell if he wanted anything at all. But Eddie? He wanted to go home. To be anywhere but this creepy, dark room with this faceless stranger. He wanted his Uncle. His friends. Dustin.

Hell, he’d even settle for Nancy, Robin and Steve right now.

His whimpers only grew, tears blurring his vision, and the man hushed him softly for what felt like the millionth time.

“Don’t cry. No one will hear you.”

Light flickered into existence from nothing, dancing in the palm of his hand, the shape of a girl undeniable to Eddie’s eyes. Slowly, his eyes traveled from the flame to the wielder, and a tear slipped down from the corner of his eye, into his hair.

“No one.” And there was tears of gold in his eyes, molten like the flame as they dripped down grimy cheeks. The ocean had met the sun, and the sea wept sunlight as Eddie watched.

For the life of him, he couldn’t place a name to the face. He thought, maybe, he didn’t have a name. Not anymore.

*****

They didn’t talk much. Eddie didn’t because it hurt too much to. He wasn’t sure why the other avoided conversation. Maybe he wasn’t used to company.

Eddie watched as the dark haired man (Was his hair dark? Or was it the dirt and grime? Eddie couldn’t tell.) ate, teeth tearing into black, almost purple tinted, meat. His own bowl sat in front of him, and despite his hunger, it didn’t look appetizing at all. The smell alone made his stomach churn.

“Eat. You’ll need the energy to get better.” He advised, and Eddie picked at it. He tore off a tiny part and brought it to his lips, placing it into his mouth. The moment it touched his tongue, his mouth was filled with an ashen taste and he spat it out, coughing so hard he feared his wounds would split back open.

The man was beside him in a matter of moments, abandoning his own dinner to help Eddie sit back up, his coughs simmer down to little quiet leaps of his chest.

“You have to eat, dammit.” His hand was trembling as he raking it through Eddie’s hair, the man too weak to protest the touch. He pulled away and came back with the bowl of water, wringing the rag in it out and pressing the damp cloth to his lips. Eddie’s lips were chapped, cracking, and he could taste blood on his tongue, bitter and rotten.

He parted his lips, taking the corner of the rag into his mouth and the water was cool against his tongue. It was relief like no other.

“That’s it.” That shaky hand was back in his hair, fingers threading in the strands at his nape, thumbing behind his ear as Eddie suckled. “Water first. Food next. We can work our way up...”

Eddie didn’t know how long until his voice would come back, but the first thing he wanted to ask him when it did, was how long he had been here alone.

*****

Time was strange here, Eddie realized. There was no day or night, just darkness and the occasional flash of red like thunder. The small shed they were in was fairly tidy, but vines crawled up it’s walls outside. Eddie could see from the windowsill, how they inched closer and closer over time. In a way, it was stabilizing, like a clock. He made his own metric of time in his head based on the vines.

Sometimes the stranger would leave for a while, hours it felt, and return with things. Blankets. Pillows. A dead creature to eat, as gross as it was. Eddie wasn’t sure where he got the water, or how it was clean, but he was grateful nonetheless. Water was one of the only things he could keep down, but he knew he was withering away slowly. He could feel it, even as his skin stitched back together over time, the hunger never stopped. Getting up from his bed was difficult, and he could feel the other watching him most of the time.

He was starting to fear he might never speak again.

“Eat it.” He turned his face from it, everything in him telling him not to sink his teeth into the slightly charred meat. “You’re gonna die if you keep refusing to eat.”

“’an’t...” It’s something, softer than a whisper, but it’s something.

He flinched when the man tossed the meat into the bowl with a clatter, almost kicking it as he stood up in a huff. He paced, the fires glow flickering over his skin. He was washed out, but Eddie could tell he used to have a tan. His skin was littered in scars, though he often kept his aged deep brown jacket on. Eddie could see the traces of them crawling up from beneath his white tank, and if he could vocalize his many questions, he didn’t think the man would even have enough time to answer them all.

He dragged his hands through his hair and locked them behind his head as he locked at Eddie.

“Why won’t you eat?” He could not fathom it, and honestly, Eddie wouldn’t be able to either if he wasn’t the one inhabiting this body, experiencing these weird spikes of hunger with no relief even when he tried to eat.

“Are you...allergic? Fuck, how would you even know?” He scrubbed a hand down his face, looking exhausted. “I don’t have anything else.” He gestured around the minimalistic room. “I can’t feed you anything else.”

He looked like he wanted to cry again, face falling with his own defeat, looking lost as he gazed down at the floor.

“You’re going to die.” He intoned, voice hoarse. “And I have nothing else.”

Eddie stared up at him, a small bud of solicitude blooming in his chest. Slowly, trying not to sway on his own two feet, he walked over to the stranger and offered him solace in the form of a hug. The man sucked in a sharp breath at the contact, a tremor rippling through his limbs like goosebumps.

Hesitantly, he held Eddie back, and the injured man heard his breath shudder free and finish in a soft sob, sliding his hands up his back to curl his fingers around the muscle of his shoulders.

“I don’t want you to die.” He sniveled. “It’s so fucking lonely down here.”

Eddie had come to that conclusion not long ago. If he had the strength, the words, he’d tell this stranger there was a way out. They just had to find it first. Then they could find the others.

He missed them. He missed everyone back home. His Uncle, his party and band, all those misfits that put their necks on the line to save Hawkins. He missed them all.

Eddie wasn’t steady on his feet, not when he was so fatigued, still healing, but the other was strong. Held him firmly and close as he cried. Eddie rested his head on his shoulder, not minding that the man was a tad too short for it to be comfortable.

Eddie was cold. He had been cold since he first woke up. No amount of heat had changed that, but the other ran hot like a furnace and Eddie felt it emit from his skin like a stove top.

With the warmth came the scent of cinnamon and musk, the grit of earth and something a touch sweet. Like rose and grapefruit. It was the kind of scent you would steam your bathroom up with, that soothing touch that was perfect for lounging in the tub.

His skin was feverish against his lips, and his blood boiling.

He didn’t hear exactly what he shouted, but he felt the rough shove, felt his body hit the ground, and felt the sweet spice slide down his throat with his own spit. He could feel it tingling against his lips, and they were quivering as he licked it off his upper lip and savored the flavor on his tongue.

“You psycho-!” He hissed as he clutched his neck, blood sliding over the heel of his palm, slithering down his wrist. Eddie’s stomach growled loudly and the man stared at him, mystified.

“Is this it?” He slowly removed his hand from his neck, breath quickening as he looked at the crimson staining his hand. “Do you...is this what you’ll eat?” He turned his eyes back to him and Eddie licked his lips, wanting to say something, anything, but his mouth was watering and he had to swallow.

Tentatively, he lowered his hand, still doused in red, and left it there. Waiting, offering with uncertain eyes.

Eddie had been told since his birth that he was lesser than most. Trailer park trash, a delinquent, a freak, a flunkee. Eddie had been okay with all of it. Learned to take pride in his life as a disappointment to most of society.

He never felt lower than when he reached out for that scarred wrist, dragging his tongue along the rough callouses of his palm to soak the cherry red fluid into the cracks of his tongue. His hand twitched in Eddie’s grip and he wrapped his lips around one digits, sucking off the blood from it. The sweet taste of his blood mixed with the tang of sweat and Eddie groaned.

He tried to tug his hand back, but Eddie felt a new sense of strength as he held firm, swirling his tongue another digit. He was thorough with each one, cleaning the blood off his hot palm and tracing his tongue up the trail of blood that had trickled down his wrist. It didn’t have the same scorch that it did when it came right from the source, but Eddie would take whatever he could get.

He sighed with satisfaction, his own body starting to feel tepid as he licked his lips, reaching his thumb up to swipe the streak blood he could feel there. He sucked it off his thumb and finally released his wrist.

The man quickly hid it behind himself, wiping his hand on the back of his jeans as he stared down at Eddie in astonishment.

“That’s why you wouldn’t eat?” His voice sounded wrecked. “You just needed...b-blood?” He looked like he wanted to be disgusted, but Eddie couldn’t pinpoint what the actual emotion was on his face.

“You’re not the only one surprised.” Eddie’s voice sounded even worse, but it formed syllables, real words, and it made his shoulders sag. He could have sob with the sheer relief of hearing his own voice again.

“You can talk.” He awed, eyes widening as Eddie nodded.

“I guess so.” He cleared his throat, rubbing it gently. “I do feel better.”

“You do?” He knelt before him, looking him over with wonder as Eddie tried to suck every last reminiscence of his taste from his tongue, greedy to consume. Eddie eyed his neck, sluggishly bleeding from the shallow bite. He watched at a drop slid down his collarbone and stained the white fabric of his tank, wanting to lick it clean.

“I do.” He murmured, distracted. The other noticed his stare and seemed apprehensive, tilting his shoulder away, chin jutted to hide the wound from Eddie’s gaze. He forced his gaze away from the red sticking to his lightly freckled skin, meeting his blue eyes.

They looked apprehensive, cogs turning in that brain of his, and Eddie could only wait for him to draw the conclusion he was working his way towards, to make a decision on his next words, next action.

A pink tongue peaked out past his lips, wetting them before he looked away from Eddie’s dark eyes. His lips parted, closed, and opened once more but nothing except a sigh passed them.

With a creak of a floorboards, he sat down heavily, one knee up and the other falling to point west. He rested back on his hands, palms down behind him as he studied Eddie. He looked like a statue, sharp and ethereal in the warm light, and Eddie felt like bacteria under a microscope. His gazed dipped to watch the bob of his throat, the man cocking his chin in challenge. His legs spread further ever so slightly and Eddie could hear his own heartbeat in his ears.

“Well?” He tilted his head with heeding eyes, the softest twitch in his upper lip giving away the sting of his wound at the stretch. “You want to survive, don’t you?”

Eddie salivated at the offering. His soft pants felt like they were echoing in the silent room, but this stranger didn’t take his eyes off him. Observing his every move as Eddie tried to resist. This was insane. He was trapped in this shack, in the Upside Down, with a man who’s name he didn’t even know, a man who seemed to control fire like it was as easy as breathing. A man who smelled and tasted incredible. That wasn’t something he should think about another person. That they were appetizing in a way that wasn’t inherently sexual.

He swallowed back another bout of saliva that had pooled under his tongue, every swallow starting to scratch at the back of his throat. When he clenched his teeth, he could feel the change in length of his canines. They weren’t sharper, because humans were carnivores with teeth built for tearing, chewing, biting, but they filled more space in his mouth than before and it was alarming.

“What’s holding you back?” The other frowned, brows coming to draw inwards. He reached up to his neck, swiping the drying blood from it. He looked down at it, face shadowed with near-contempt. When he brought his gaze back to Eddie’s, something shifting in his eyes, the fire crackling beside him loudly as it spat embers.

Eddie recoiled when he pressed his fingers to the shallow wound and dug them in, fresh blood spilling past his nails. His eyes were unwavering, the glossy shine of tears not tapering his determination as Eddie watched, refusing to breath. He knew if he breathed in, something in him would snap. His self control was slipping through his fingers.

“Maybe you just need a proper invitation.” He brought his two red dyed fingers to his mouth, and Eddie’s closed lips quivered, the muscles in his face twitching from his weakening resolve. “Go on. Think of it as an oath of brotherhood.”

His smile was insincere, words barely a whisper and eyes unreadable.

Eddie couldn’t hold his breath any longer.

He breathed in, lips falling apart as the scent of smoke and spice filled his senses, a sweet aftertaste coating his tongue from the smell alone. His tongue slowly peeked past his lips, catching the blood drop that threatened to fall on his tongue before curling it back into his mouth.

He wondered if this was what true addiction felt like. His skin felt flushed, itching for another taste, and he gave in as his self-control dissolved into dust. He took those two fingers into his mouth and sucked, moaning softly in satisfaction. He choked when they pressed further, almost catching his knuckle on his fangs between he felt the digits spread, fingertips catching his bottom teeth and prying his mouth wider.

“If you bite me again, critter, I’ll tear these from your gums, got it?” It was the first threat the man had spoken to him, but Eddie nodded as best he could, drowning in the heavenly taste. “Good.”

He pulled his fingers from his lips, strings of spit snapping before Eddie followed, tongue sliding up his collarbone to his throat, latching onto the bite.

It burned, and Eddie had never tasted anything better.

His hand slipped into loose curls, cupping the back of his nape as he pulled longer draws from his neck, groaning lowly. The heat buried into the marrow of his bones, panting softly against his throat as the other breathed through his nose, sharp intakes and shuddering exhales. Eddie wondered vaguely if it hurt. When you licked a wound, it tended to sting.

He dragged his tongue along it gently and the man winced, fingers curling into his palm in a fist. He was unsure what provoked him, but he dipped the tip of his tongue into the source and the other gasped, flinching away and grabbing his sleeve tight.

“Enough.” He rasped and if Eddie was greedier he would have shoved the man down and covered his mouth, sucked every last drop from him until he was cold instead and Eddie was burning.

But Eddie was not a killer. Hell, he couldn’t even kill a spider. He had set free every single one he found and cried as a kid when his father squashed them under his boot.

He pulled away and leaned back too far, shifting from his knees to his ass with a hand behind him to catch himself. He licked his lips, cleaning up the mess he could feel was there, staining his lips cherry. They watched each other, air rife with tension as the man stood slowly. He stumbled slightly, boots making a heavy clunking sound before he straightened and blinked a few times. He was probably dizzy, but Eddie had a good feeling he wouldn’t accept his help even if he offered it.

He walked over to the wall and leaned against it, puffed chest sinking with his exhale. Slowly, he slid down to sit on his designated pile of blankets, a makeshift bed, and reached for the duffel bag at the end of it. He pulled it into his lap, keeping Eddie in his view as he riffled through the bag and pulled out a few strips of fabric, lining two pieces together and tying it around his neck like a bandage, his cheek twitching when he pulled it tight.

With that taken care of, he dropped his hands onto the bag in his lap and kicked a brow up at Eddie.

“So. This place brought you back different too?”

“You haven’t always wielded fire magic like some kind of wizard?” Eddie quipped and he chuckled, looking away with bitter mirth.

“No...I was perfectly normal.” He frowned for a moment, uncaring as he continued. “Well, depends on who you ask.”

“I was not.” Eddie rubbed a hand down his face. “But I also didn’t suck blood like Count Dracula.”

“I’d say you got the shit end of the stick, but I don’t trust myself not to jinx it.” He shook his head, like he knew better. “Well? You got a name, amigo?”

“Eddie.” It felt good to finally say it. “You?”

“Ah...” He seemed to think about it, dragging his tongue over his teeth. “Billy.”

“Well, Billy, you have my gratitude.” He had been scared shitless by the guy for a while, but overall, Billy had helped him overcome his wounds. He couldn’t feel a hint of pain anymore, the chill that had set into his bones long gone. “Thank you.”

“You’re fucking welcome.” Billy cupped a hand over his neck, brows pinching. “It was a one time affair, trust me.”

“Not for...that.” Eddie wrinkled his nose. He was slightly disgusted in himself now that he was no longer hungry. “I mean, thanks, but I meant for...nursing me.”

“I’ve been down here a long time. Trust me when I say you start dying for some company.”

“I can imagine.” Eddie, with strength renewed, heaved himself onto his feet. He walked to the window and peeked out into the dark forest, flashes of red in the distance. “Where do you get the water from?”

“What?” Billy furrowed his brows, not bothering to join him at the window. He felt off-kilter, and rightfully so.

“The water you bring back. Where do you get it?”

“There’s...There’s a lake not far from here.”

“And you drink that?” Eddie wrinkled his nose.

“I clean it first, dipshit.” He sparked his fingers. “Boil the fuck out of it, let it cool, and you have drinkable water.”

“Well, that makes me feel better.” Eddie admitted, pushing off the windowsill. “This place, it’s like an alternate dimension of-”

“Hawkins, I figured.” Billy cut in, scowling at being taken for an idiot. “What of it?”

“The water, did you get it from Lovers Lake?”

“Well, it’s vaguely heart shaped.” Billy shrugged. “Why?”

“There’s a gate there.” Eddie said and Billy squinted up at him. “Well, last I checked there was.”

“A gate?” He looked confused before something seemed to click, face slowly smoothing with realization and eyes widening. “A gate. The gate.”

He was getting to his feet, too quick and throwing too much weight forward as he stumbled. Eddie caught him on reflex and the man shook him off in seconds, glaring.

“I remember about the gate.”

“You’ve seen it?”

“I didn’t see anything. I just know.” Billy flicked his wrist and the fire went out. “You said it’s at Lovers Lake? The gate.”

“A gate.” Eddie clarified. “Why are you talking like there’s only one?”

“Because there was only one. Obviously something changed after I died.” Billy muttered, grabbing his bag and hauling it over his shoulder. His eyes fluttered a few times and Eddie pursed his lips, reaching for it. Billy flinched away, scowling at him. “Don’t touch my shit.”

“You’re going to pass out if you keep overdoing it. Just let me carry it.” Eddie kept his hand out, expectant, and Billy stared down at it distrustfully. “Come on, man. I owe you.”

His blue eyes flickered up to his and slowly, dropped the straps into his hand.

“Yeah. You do.” Billy grabbed his axe and rolled his shoulders back. “Come on.”

“You wanna go now?”

“I’m not staying another goddamn minute more than I have to. You said there’s a way out. I’m getting out of here, and I’m disappearing on my own fucking terms.” He spat, throwing the door wide open. Eddie pursed his lips, looking around the room as he swung the bag over his shoulder.

“Well, I’m not staying back here on my own, this place gives me the-”

“Heebie jeebies?”

“...I was gonna say the creeps. But yeah, sure. Heebie jeebies.” Eddie tried not to pull a face at the phrase, but he must have been caught because Billy gave a roll of his eyes before he continued on forward.

Eddie looked around the woods, avoiding vines as anxiety built in his chest.

“Shouldn’t I have a weapon or something? I feel like I should have a weapon.”

“I have a weapon.” Billy gestured to his axe.

“That’s all fine and dandy, man, really.” Eddie narrowly avoided tripping over a vine. “But that doesn’t protect me.”

“I’ll protect you.” He said it simply, like it was an obvious fact, and Eddie laughed a little.

“Yeah, I’m sure you can.”

“I will.” He corrected, voice low with promise, and Eddie’s eyebrows jumped. He cleared his throat awkwardly.

“Okay.” Eddie looked behind them, head moving a lot more than Billy’s even though the pair were both surveilling the area. “It’s like...really quiet.”

“I noticed.” Billy didn’t seem to like that either.

“That’s like...a bad thing. Right?” Eddie took a hop, skip and a jump to step in line with Billy’s own measured pace, looking past Billy to check their left. “Like, if this was a slasher film, quiet would mean...jumpscare.”

“Quiet could also just mean quiet.” Billy narrowed his eyes at Eddie, indicating for him to shut up.

“I’m just saying.”

“I think I preferred it when you didn’t talk, critter.”

“You’re not sunshine and rainbows either, buddy.” Eddie grumbled, a snap ringing out. Eddie jumped and shoved a hand out in front of Billy on instinct, looking around wildly. Billy gripped his axe tighter in both hands.

Eddie held his breath, Billy’s own breathing silent and slow as they waited.

#mungrove #beddie #eddie munson #billy hargrove #vampire eddie munson #billy hargrove x eddie munson #eddie munson x billy hargrove #stranger things #stranger things fic

[morallygreyyn]

I CANT STOP THNKING ABOUT ILLUMI AND HIS ALPHA i love how the alpha's views on Illumi started off as dislike or dare i say, hate? i dont think hate is the right word for it but there was definitely an air of frustration and indifference on the alpha's side as a child, because knowing that you alr have your future planned out for you and you wont be able to marry for love can be frustrating and depressing. Illumi, as a child, probably was resigned to his fate in a loveless marriage and to continue his family bloodline, but I suppose that because he was so lonely, he probably just started to look forward to his wedding and clung to the alpha's scent during his heats.

Currently listening to please hold me in his playlist, this one line that goes

So if you wanna hold me, please just do.

This perfectly embodies how Illumi acts with his alpha. Like yeah, he could be doing that because he was raised to think abt what his alpha wants but deep down, i do think he was craving that emotional intimacy or closeness that he was deprived of all his life.

AND how the alpha was fooling around with different people whereas Illumi was practically alone aside from his toxic family being around him was sad. Both of them are lonely, but in different ways. The alpha is lonely because as much as they want to form deep friendships and forming a relationship born out of love and not out of responsibility, but they just can't because responsibility demands sacrifice so despite interacting with a lot of people, the alpha is eternally in an enclosed bubble, being in close proximity with other people but unable to reach out to them.

Illumi, is lonely because his family is like that and he is unable to do anything because his future is planned to a T and his family is too busy on making him the perfect partner that they isolate him from others.

I CAN'T STOP THINKING ABOUT THEM TOO ANON

you absolutely are 100% right with everything you just said. both are so painfully lonely in different ways and they express it in different ways too. the alpha almost can't cope with having an arranged marriage and is incredibly frustrated and angry at the fact that they have no choice despite being an alpha of a powerful family - someone who is supposed to have all the choices in the world. they try to cope by fooling around with others and other things that'll be in the full story to give them the illusion of a future where they have total control but at the end of the day, they don't. and it kills them inside. every time they look at illumi they're reminded of this and so in the beginning, they are totally indifferent to his existence and try to interact with him as little as possible. if they're gonna be chained to him for the rest of their life, why spend the moments where they're not with him too? so they form as many friendships as they can, have as many flings as they can but still they let no one into their bubble - keeping a distance so they appear normal and people don't see that they are bound by duty and cracking under the pressure of being the model alpha and heir to the family's power and wealth

illumi on the other hand doesn't even get to have distractions. he is by himself day in day out and the only people that he has are his family. obviously omegas need stable emotional environments and they require a lot of positive touch - illumi gets none of that. what he does get are his parents telling him that he must do everything he can to please his future alpha and have children - to not embarrass and make a fool of the Zoldycks. you're right about him clinging to his alpha's scent during his heats and even when he's not in heat as in his mind, that's his future and that's all that matters. he deals with his loneliness by almost idealising the future and even looking forward to being married and having someone he could belong to, who would always be there for him. he is so desperate for any kind of intimacy and closeness that he aches inside but he can't tell anyone. who could he tell? his parents? he knows he would get in heaps of trouble so he keeps all his emotions bottled inside of him, wanting to be the perfect son and wife. so he minds his own business, yearning for someone who doesn't want him in the beginning as his soul and heart aches.

also the fact that you're listening to the playlist made me so happy i-

but yes please hold me is just omega illumi in a song imo - all the lyrics just sum up his feelings and how desperate he really is

seriously this story just lives in my head rent free and it's literally the only thing i think about nowadays which isn't good for my college degree but 🙃

#do your duty #hxh illumi #illumi hxh #hunter x hunter illumi #illumi #illumi zoldyck

[mewtonian-physics]

why of course anon!!! i would be happy to fulfill your request which i most certainly did not edit to say exactly what i wanted. (hey, i already did the rest of it. :p)

anyway. to my eternal sadness raiden does not have a lot of healthy relationships in canon and even the ones he does have mostly don’t show up until revengeance. (and people say it isn’t technically canon. IT GAVE HIM FRIENDS. YOU WOULD TAKE AWAY HIS FRIENDS?) [coughs] however he DOES have some and i am going to talk about them now. (some of these are more subjective than others. and some are more ‘potential’ as well. shhh, i can do what i want.) i’ll start with the potentials.

Emma Emmerich

yeah, yeah, i know, she barely existed, but you have to take note of their canon interactions. (i do not consider the interactions they can have if the player chooses to be a jackass to be canon. if i did that things would get insane in so, so many ways.) although they didn’t get much time to get to know each other, what time they do have is bizarrely sweet even under the tense circumstances.

emma is... to put it mildly, enough to try anyone’s patience, although her terror of water in particular is very understandable considering what she’s been through. despite how much she’s slowing him down, raiden is nothing but gentle and kind with her (unless the player chooses to be a jackass, but that one’s on them). he could just knock her out and drag her along, or any other more cruel methods, but he doesn’t. he comforts her and figures out a way for her to get through the water. during all this, she trusts him enough to go along with it, and even opens up a little bit, telling him about her childhood. (she also questions the authenticity of his hair, but let’s be real, with hair that fabulous, who wouldn’t question it?)

they don’t get to interact much, but what interactions they do have are some of the healthiest he has in the entire game. given more time, i think they could have been friends.

Olga Gurlukovich

yeah, this is another complicated ‘potential’ one. although the motivations behind everything are complicated to say the least, she does help raiden, and in the end even sacrifices herself to save him and her child. meanwhile, he tries to keep her from doing so, and is openly horrified and saddened at her death, to the point that that, not any of the awful things he’s been through over the course of the game, is the trigger that finally causes him to completely break down. he also puts in a great deal of effort to rescue her child, who i’ll have a great deal to say about later on in this post. again, had they been given more time, i firmly believe they could have been friends. 

(‘why do you forgive her betraying him, but not snake?’ you might ask. easy. she did it for her child, and on top of that, she didn’t spend two entire games treating him like dirt. what actions she took against him were for the sake of protecting her child, and he certainly didn’t hold them against her after that. ‘but he didn’t hold snake’s actions against him, either!’ one of these relationships had hero worship clouding his perceptions. the other didn’t. he had no emotional connection that might make him feel obligated to forgive her, yet he did. i think that speaks volumes.)

Naomi Hunter

yeah, this one hurts. like... a lot. i’d be remiss if i didn’t point out that the care she shows him is almost certainly due to him being a painful reminder of what her brother went through, but i like to think that she cared about him as his own person as well. either way, she’s one of the only two people in the game to show this much concern for his wellbeing. this is another case of ‘they didn’t get to interact much before she died’ but oh, if they could have.

“Doktor” (Wilhelm Voigt)

okay so this guy’s just a weirdo. but! despite his cluelessness about what NOT to say to a man who has been forcibly used as a test subject for horrible experiments (i’m pretty sure his brain is too full of Science Thoughts to have room for tact), he’s pretty decent to raiden! he shows genuine concern on several notable occasions (when raiden demands he turn off his pain inhibitors while he has a sword shoved through his stomach, when raiden falls from the helicopter) and raiden seems to enjoy talking with him when he’s not being completely bizarre. hell, doktor even gets a smile out of him!

Kevin Washington

we’re getting into the Best Buddies category! woohoo! kevin has some moments where i want to throw rocks at him, but by and large he and raiden get along really well. kevin worries about him when he’s saying or doing concerning stuff, gets on his case in a good-natured manner, and they have some genuinely nice conversations. 

N’mani

if i’m ever not sad about this one, take that as proof that i’ve officially lost my mind. dear god. the mutual respect and trust between them. the way that he’s the only person in the series to give raiden a nickname, and raiden doesn’t even mind! (well, he does when kevin’s getting on his case about it, but that’s a different sort of scenario.) the amount of guilt raiden feels after his death. the way that he talks about n’mani in general. the fact that they barely actually interact on-screen but you can tell just from the little time they do have that raiden feels comfortable around him in a way that you don’t see often. those few minutes manage to convey that the past three years have been enough to develop a lasting friendship... one that should have lasted much, much longer. 

Courtney Collins

yay, courtney! my undisputed favorite of the maverick crew! (you know. aside from raiden.) their friendship is so cute. in this case it’s mostly raiden doing the teasing, but it’s all 100% good-natured and courtney knows it. she doesn’t push raiden’s boundaries, either--any sensitive information discussed is freely offered by him. he’s actually very open about personal information with her, so you can tell he trusts her. and they have some of the funniest conversations--i love when she gets excited about food and he takes genuine interest in what she’s saying. she wins every award for being one of the best friends he has!

George

and now we’re getting into my favorite part of the list: the kids! the way raiden absolutely transforms when talking to george really just says so much. he’s barely met the kid and he’s already attached, to the point that when he hurts george in the process of trying to save both him and the countless other kids in the lab, he’s crushed by guilt despite not only saving george’s life but even making him happier with it! and george is just as attached to him--absolutely in awe of the ‘robot-ninja-man’. people seem to find george annoying, but i don’t get it. how can you find him annoying when his first line is seeing raiden and making a teenage mutant ninja turtles reference? that’s fucking adorable.

still... for the sake of his sanity, i hope raiden never finds out about the whole ‘hot for days’ thing. that’d just be painfully awkward for everyone involved.

John

it is time for the most important healthy relationships in raiden’s life: HIS FAMILY!!! LOOK at him and his son. this scene practically brings me to tears because he’s so happy and i’m so happy for him and i think we should have had more content with the two of them because they are so important. i love when raiden talks about him in revengeance. he is such a good dad. and john thinks he’s the coolest... he has a little toy sword... they’re everything to me

Sunny Emmerich

i can’t put in just one picture of her. i can’t. i am physically incapable. because this, this right here is my favorite relationship raiden has with anyone. he saved her. he protected her. and when she got the chance she did the same for him. she stood up to solid snake in order to protect him. she supported him when no one else would. he asked her for permission to go and fight. he apologized to her before cutting off his own arm because he knew she didn’t want him to get hurt. he was so proud of her for working at solis. she dropped everything to help him. she couldn’t stop smiling talking to him. he gave her the softest and most genuine smile in the entire game. he talked to her so comfortably and casually. he even got on her case a little. she encouraged him and got upset when he got hurt. he reassured her. ‘come on. let me see a smile.’

they’re siblings, okay? i don’t care what anyone else says, i don’t give a single fuck, if you think they don’t love each other then you weren’t paying attention. they’re family. that’s a fact. and if you disagree then you’re just objectively wrong. now you know.

#raiden #sibling rights #team mareep

[un-pearable]

OKAY season 3 thoughts time. not as long but also s3 was like half the size:

worst thing first: the jay/naya/cole love triangle is so ...... bland. its got nothing going for it. like at this point in the show jay/naya honestly speaking doesn't really have a lot going for it. like we dont ever see them hang out or do fun stuff together as a couple or have any cute bonding scenes outside of jay being like "wowww nya hot" or anything. we dont have any real reason to root for them, so why they decided to introduce a love triangle is beyond me. like i guess its because they haven't done anything interesting with jay/naya and a love triangle is the easiest and blandest option possible, but like. come on. cole & naya barely interact in the season outside of cole fighting with jay and i'm really confused as to why we're supposed to think cole has any romantic interest in naya because they... have even less going for them than jay/naya. like man if we're gonna have a love triangle anyways i'd like to have any reason to root for at least one side. please. im not asking for much. make your characters hang out a bit and have some common interests and enjoy spending time together before you start telling me they're in love.

number two: im kind of obsessed with how garmadon's moral standards consistently disappear when it comes to lloyd. like pre this season he takes his vow of non violence or whatever but after lloyd gets captured it just. goes completely out the window. moral compass: son

number three: circling back to ninjago's inability to write a compelling romance i dont inherently mind zane/pixel (and its certainly got better writing than the.... uh . competition, if you want to even bother calling it that) but i do wish the writers would start out these romantic relationships with a much more solid platonic base. like its not the end of the world but i do wish it was more compelling.

number four: ZANE GIRLBOSSING IT THIS SEASON FINALE!!!!!!!!!!! this is one of the few things i did remember from like 8 years ago and for good reason its because hes literally perfect in every single way

number five: im nitpicking here but i think lloyd should get to swear. i think he's earned it

number six: this is more of a general observation than anything else but one thing i think is really . weird. about ninjago's writing is that it seems that every season they give the ninja new cool epic powers and then by the next one they get taken away. and like i understand the reasoning for this - its like when shounen writers keep giving their protagonist increasingly world-shattering powers and the power levels just keep getting more and more ridiculous, because if your original villain is "conquering the whole world and turning everybody evil" then theres only so much you can amp that up as the seasons go on without tacking on too many powers that nobody should be able to stand up to the hero anymore - but also its just. its just weird because i dont think ive ever seen anything like this.

okay i think thats abouttt it im, as always, very excited to get to some of the things i distantly recall (namely in particular the giant green eyeball thing and possibly a tournament / survival island arc that i think was a thing (???)) i know lots is in store and all i really want rn is character interactions. thats my dream i will honestly forgive so much as long as im having fun with the characters and dynamics in a series

whuff…. yeah. as much as thematically i love pixal and theoretically jaya could be extremely interesting. they do NONE of the work to make them so. zane <3 <3 baby’s first traumatic character death. he is. he really is. he deserves it all and so much more. whoever’s censoring lloyd must get paid well bc that kid grew up in eternal middle school. kid knows more swear words than the rest of these socially isolated dorks let him use them

i’ve never really thought about that but,,,, holy shit yeah???? i’m nowhere near an active dragon ball fan but it IS baffling that instead of the usual shonen style they-just-keep-getting-new-powers and we stop using them bc a) we forgot they existed (which does happen a bit here, but less commonly) or b) they’re just obsolete, in ninjago they EXPLICITLY get said new powers taken away. multiple times. is it a medium limitation?? is it just a quirk of the writers??? i’m gonna be thinking about this all night

#have fun!!!! with s4!!!! it's my personal fave bc i love overdramatic interpersonal drama #and stupid creative fights and what else is a tournament arc but that #also i like titanium zane. he’s cool #god there’s so much potential in robot-who-thought-he-was-human now coming to terms with being a robot BUT right in the middle of him #finally processing it all. he ends up in a body that is MORE ROBOTIC THAN EVER. #oogh….. and by necessity. even if he was finally Fine with it it’s a big leap to make #i’ll shut up about zane now #hell yeah!!!!! i’m absorbing the fun and frustration you’re having through the screen. i am very much eager for your opinions about lloyd #and garmadon in s4 >:] #text✨ #sry it took a bit to post i was shooting myself in the foot (drawing) #liveninjablogging

[miu15]

Deidara

Thank you ;;

For the Send me a character and I'll tell you

Heads up, all of this is purely based on my head cannons for him

My NOTP for them: tobi, its really funny to think about but not really for me. I dont think my notp for him is because he hates all uchiha but more so because Tobi's and Deidara's personalities dont mesh well together, and i do also mean [spoiler]'s personality as well.

List of other people I dont think mesh well with Deidara:

Kakashi, Kankuro, Ino, Kakazu, sasuke

For a lot of these ships, in my opinion they just dont work for me.

My BROTP for them: ok so I do ship Sassori with Deidara but like hes just a really cool bro as well. Kishimoto does an amazing job of providing us with brotp ships that are homoerotic, hate each other, but like also theyd die for one another. I think more times than often about how Deidara and Sasori just veg out in a hidden away nook in their journeys and either spend all their resting time arguing and venting while meticulously working on their art, usually its when one or both of them are stuck on a new design. or they sit in complete silence, saying nothing, while smoothing out their fibishjng touches. And while the two may not agree on the other's art medium , their opinions matter to one another and passively ask for the other's opinion on what build would work better in what scenario. I can go into an essay about this so I'll stop here.

My OTP for them : -Mumbles- my oc....

..... as an adult I have realized how volatile their relationship would be. But as an adult, I no longer care. My OC Mathilda and Deidara are my OTP because of how different their personalities are and how much they apart of the "i can change them" squad. I feel like Mathilda (she/her) would actually make Deidara question his sexuality rather than piss him off right off the bat and she would make him self reflect..... like why dooooes he hate the uchihas so much? They're an eternal art that he can't understand, they go against everything he believes. Mathilda would be too, but she's a safer option to explore his sexuality with, and better yet? She too hates the uchihas????????? Fuck yeah sign me on- what do you mean I have to self reflect to get on this ride?theres a lot more to it that is heavily fanfic heascannon fodder so I'll save you from my lengthy explanation and give you my other OTP with a character that exists in the story.

Otp pt2: sasori. I mean, again, for all the reasons theyre a brotp theyre also my otp. They just GET eachother even if they hate the other's choice of aesthetics. If I want to make an argument of sexuality I feel like Deidara and Sasori's relationship could occur very naturally, had they had more time (every day im furious with how fast they were killed off instead of used more for story purposes), however I feel like it would be a lot more pinning on Deidara's part. Sasori goes against all of his beliefs but still he keeps Deidara motivated and interested.

My second choice pairing for them: itachi. Listen..... we all know Deidara has some pent up confused gay emotion directed towards itachi. Well literally anyone who can defeat him or render him powerless (lenny face here). If these two were paired up for anything, misssions would take forever to be completed but they would get done. Both would tire eachother repeatedly, making the other hate the other more until one of them, its itachi, asks what the fuck is going on. Deidara would say "i hate you because you're not art" or something along those lines and throw in a bit about how emotionless the uchihas are. Itach replys "whatever" this only enrages Deidara more till he attackss, itachi reponds and everything goes back down to an equilibrium where Itach i could ask what was really wrong and how could they change something so they could actually work together. Deidara would go on a long tangent that Itachi (lady doing math meme) deciphers that Deidara has pent up gay emotion and tells Deidara this. This sets him off but quickly fizzles Deidara out and leaves him silent for once. Oh look he's self reflecting now. Itachi/Deidara is a great ship to see Deidara mature pine and I love every second of that.

My fluffy pairing for them: sasori again, I dont think Deidara is a big physical touch person. But its about those small slice of life moments between these two if you want them to have fluff.

Another could be Sai. Yeah, there would have to be a lot to happen there for anything to develop but I feel like these two could develop the other emotionally and physically.

Oh! Naruto as well but thats an easy one because Naruto has an innate ability to make friends with anyone. But a naruto/deidara that reforms Deidara would be chock full of fluff.

My angsty pairing for them: sasori (the subject of death and why they chose their aesthetics could lead to so much angst), itachi (so much pinning), -cough- my oc

My favorite poly ship: Myoc/deidara/sasori

Deidara/Itachi/Kisame

So much angst, and kinky shit there

Deidara/sasori and Deidara/itachi not necessarily that itachi and sasori are in a relationship with eachother but Deidara floats between the two.

My wierdest pairing for them:

Deidara/sai

Deidara/naruto

These two are really out there but I think the dynamics are really neat

#Deidara #naruto #shipping #otp #itachi #sasori #sai #asked and received #deidara is the character im mentally ill about #i just love him so much

[bonesandthebees]

Okay so, chapter 3 of no time confounds me. Wilbur just being in denial while everyone around him already knows there’s no way he won’t get turned. Tommy feels so guilty because he already knows this is what will happen.

Wilbur spends the entire chapter trying to accept that it’s out of his hands. Sure he’ll go with the vampires, it’s not like he has a choice, there is nothing is panicking about it can do for him. Meanwhile, he firmly stays on his “Tommy didn’t mean to and is clearly going through it” agenda. So he can’t be mad, and he’s not, but eventually he gets tired of not having a choice. Especially if it’s such an important one. He doesn’t like the situation. He doesn’t like either option, but he still wants the choice. Still wants to have what little control he can still get.

You’ve shown us how much Tommy cares about Wilbur’s life and how guilty he feels about the entire thing. At this point I think that being turned by a vampire means staying in there coven, so this can’t be solved by just handing Tubbo over. So Tommy spends most of this time thinking Schlatt is just gonna demand to turn Wilbur and then Wilbur is stuck there. Which would be bad, but Wilbur dying would be worse for Tommy. Because he’ll spend eternity feeling guilty for getting him killed.

The Dual of Blood is such a cool concept. It’s a nice solution. Though they are forgetting about one thing. They say Schlatt will do it for bragging rights alone. But that also means he has to be sure that he can win. If he knows that Phil is older, which I’m assuming he does, he also knows the chance of him winning is low. Unless they are trying to trick him by taking something he doesn’t know the specifics of. At the same time he’d know Wilnur would try to go for Phil’s coven. He can’t win,

The thing is, as Tubbo said, Schlatt is petty. He’s reckless, but he’s not stupid. Also, his beef is with Tommy, who stole his claim. He wouldn’t dual Phil for that, especially knowing he’d lose. He would want to dual Tommy. Cuz 200+ year vs 52 are just way better odds. No one would like that, but if they don’t have other options, Wilnur would still take it. Which either ends with him having to try and stay awake to change the outcome or having to hope that the bond he already has with Tommy is somehow strong enough.

It’s a really nice set-up where they make a plan and except it to go their way, and then Schlatt pulls the rug from under them. And we get some actual tension.

Also, I’m really curious about Niki and Jack’s backstory. And the rest of Schlatt’s coven members. But I’ll have to wait and see in chapter 4. Also, I knew you really want to finish this before your midnight, but please don’t overexert yourself (is that the correct word? Who knows, definitely not my.)

-🌲

answering this so late hahahahaha oops

chapter 3 is wilbur trying so damn hard not to lose his mind because his entire life has been flipped on its head in the span of, like, 12 hours. mans is going through it so he's gotta live in denial for a bit to let everything settle in

yeah tommy is such an interesting character in no time because he's so childish and selfish about his relationships in a lot of ways, but he's also not at the same time. he knows that he shouldn't have gotten wilbur so involved in things and now it's his fault he's caught up in this mess, but at the same time tommy himself was so damn lonely that year without his coven that he couldn't help but get attached to wilbur. the last thing he wants is for wilbur to die because of him, but he also knows that an eternity (or at least, like, half a century) in the coven of someone neither of them like would also be a horrible fate for him to endure

:)

I don't really end up going into anyone else's backstory simply because this fic was not meant to be as long as it was and i just wanted to finish it lmao. maybe I'll come up with backstories for some of the other characters, but my main focus was just sbi for the most part.

also i did not end up finishing by halloween rip but hey it's done now!

#spruce anon #ask #no time confounds me

[gaydragontournament]

ROUND 2: PART 1

Propaganda under cut

Xue Xian (Copper Coins (Tong Qian Kan Shi) (铜钱龛世))

● A literal dragon in canon m/m relationship. Got stuck in the mortal world after getting grievously injured (he's paraplegic for most of the story) and ended up going on an adventure to retrieve his missing body parts with this one amnesiac Buddhist monk he accidentally met. They butt heads a lot in the beginning, but slowly fall in love over the course of the novel. Also while Xue Xian does have a human form, he also comes in big noodle and smol noodle variants (♡ˊ͈ ꒳ ˋ͈) As a smol noodle, he wraps around his bf's wrist like a bracelet!

● Is he a dragon? Yes! Xue Xian is a dragon god who got his spinal column stolen (yeah it's kinda complicated) and now journeys across the land searching his bones because he wants his spinal column back, damn it.

Is he gay? Yes! Along the way, he encounters this quiet, stoic, so-damn-annoying bald monk guy named Xuanmin whom he does not like, okay?!? He doesn't like him at all! Sure, he ripped out his dragon scale as a gift for him, but that's only because Xuanmin helped him first and he doesn't wanna be indebted! Sure, he feels compelled to annoy Xuanmin 24x7, but that's only because Xuanmin deserves it! Sure, he thinks Xuanmin's wrists look lovely, but that doesn't mean anything, he's just being objective, you know?!? He doesn't like this guy at all!!! (Spoilers: He totally does, and they end up spending the rest of their immortal lives together as lovers, bickering for all eternity.)

Zinnia (Super Lesbian Animal RPG)

● She's an old sweet trans lesbian dragon. She's the mentor of Greenridge's guardian, and has a deep connection to the history of magic in the world of Reverie as well as Fortuna, the Goddess of Magic.

She has a giant dragon form, a smaller form, and she sometimes shapeshifts into a giraffe beastfolk form when mingling with ordinary people.

● She's a big gay dragon lady!!! The plot of the SLARPG game hinges on her past relationship with another woman!! She's very cute and her intro to the game is delightful!! snout

#gaydragontournament #polls #tournament poll #dragons #dragon #xue xian #copper coins #tong qian kan shi #铜钱龛世 #super lesbian animal rpg #slarpg #zinnia slarpg #zinnia