you cant just leave me with that
JHSKDFHJKSDFJK ok reasonable.
ive seen your pokey x paul and i understand and support your dreams but unfortunately. i have a pokey ship that im attached to that is objectively Worse.
ok let me explain: i watched workin boys with my boyf when it dropped. after we watched npmd. and despite knowing nothing about what workin boys was gonna be going in, we both had the SAME ASSUMPTION:
we both assumed the Boys were pokey-possessed (im p sure on the livestream it just said they were ghosts???? or something??? i dont know)
AND we BOTH thought the twist was gonna be that ""Chad"" is POKEY
which COULD have really interesting lore implications. it could imply a couple interesting things! it could imply that stu, mark, steve, leighton, and hidgens were like. in a cult of some kind, that all worshipped pokey, and talked about him in code by calling him "chad".......or. the much funnier alternative. pokey is just a part of the workin boys polycule JHKSDLFHJKLSDFHJKL FOR NO REASON.
then that idea completely spiraled out of control and then we had brilliant ideas such as "pokey was jealous of the other boys taking all of hidgens attention so he smited him with the Foresight Beam to see what would happen" and "chad actually rejected hidgens when he asked him out so pokey apothosized chad and accepted for him bc he thought henry deserved it and then just dated him like normal and hidgens just doesnt notice that ""chad"" has bright blue eyes and likes singing a lot more than he used to"
we (me n my boyf) just love this dynamic for some reason,,,???? its gotten a little unhinged. pokey is just utterly obsessed with this man for no reason. he sees him as a kindred spirit. the Foresight Lightning Beam was supposed to be a gift but it can more closely be equated to a scientist zapping a mouse as positive reinforcement so they can watch what will happen. its how they knew and apothosized the corpses of greg and stu so fast (since we know know that at least stu IS probably the guy hidgens recognized as such in tgwdlm, since hes both played by corey; obv greg had to be recast but my point stands). pokey inadvertently helped create workin boys and thats how the hive knew the coreography and words in tgwdlm because they have been WAITING for an opportunity to sing and dance with their favorite boy!!!!!!
we were joking but it became Not A Joke so fast. ive drawn fanart.
so. pokey x hidgens is real to me. we call it pidgens :)
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5 A showing B and C one of their hobbies.
6 B asking A and C to pose for their art references.
7 C is trying to sleep alone, but they can’t, so they drag B and A from whatever they’re doing and into bed.
:V
Let's see if I can get all 3 into one post
5. A showing B and C one of their hobbies.
"I made you this!"
"I made you this!"
"I made you this!"
For about 4 days now A'miru had been porting home from Limsa with at least one new sword for G'raha, sometimes some daggers for Thancred, but usually swords.
Blacksmithing, her newest hobby, and she had taken to it like fire.
She slid into his office, deposited the sword across his papers and moved to slide away again with her usual "I made this for you!"
"Hey, get back here." He chuckles, grabbing her wrist before she's too far away and pulling her back hard enough to land her in his lap with a small squeak. "If you're going to be bringing home all these swords you may as well learn how to properly handle them." He looks up at her and watches her eyes light up. "G'raha, are you offering me private lessons?" Her grin was wide and wry. "I guess I am." He chuckles and tips her back out of his lap before he stands, dragging her into the backyard with him.
(This is all I could think about while I was grinding up blacksmith lol)
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6. B asking A and C to pose for their art references.
"Move your arm up, no further, there"
"This is ridiculous," Thancred mumbles as he reaches an arm way above himself. "Why do we have to be your models?"
"I don't disagree," G'raha takes a moment to let the image of Thancred and A'miru posed ridiculously in their livingroom in the costumes Tatatru had provided get to him before setting back to work, a grin in his face, "but who am I to argue with Tatatru? And you have to be my models because everyone else is busy, stop moving."
"I think my arms are going numb," A'miru breathed from slightly behind and beside Thancred, "babe, why this pose, my arms."
"Tatatru gave me specific instructions and I'm just trying to follow them, guys, you can go complain to her if you want." G'raha smiles as his charcoal scratched away at the parchment in front of him.
Thancred and A'miru look at each other, sharing a concerned look as they both decide it's not worth it and shake their heads.
"Almost done," G'raha mumbles, smudging some shadows smooth with his thumb a moment before finally setting the charcoal down. "There."
A'miru and Thancred collapse onto each other as G'raha holds up his masterpiece to them, completely unrecognisable as they were dressed and posed dynamically with the words "costume party!" Scrawled along the top.
"That's-....actually quite well done, G'raha" both Thancred and A'miru agreed.
"I'm still not sure why I had to do it, or why she gave you those specific costumes to wear but I'm not one to argue with the boss. I should get this to her, pack those costumes up and bring them down to her for me will you?" He says briskly before hurrying out of their home about as quickly as he floated in about an hour ago, leaving A'miru and Thancred alone in their livingroom, dressed like idiots.
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7. C is trying to sleep alone, but they can’t, so they drag B and A from whatever they’re doing and into bed.
After dozing off on the couch twice A'miru had finally convinced G'raha to just go to bed.
He'd been feeling slow the last day or so, his head foggy, and had woken up that morning with almost no voice and had been promptly sent home from work by two very serious lalafells.
And so, he'd spent the day puttering around the house, napping and quietly observing his partners' day. The chills had set in just after noon. A'miru made the only thing she can be trusted to make, soup, and tea, and gathered every blanket in a 5 block radius he we was sure, while Thancred looked over paperwork on the couch and let G'raha snuggle into him to rest.
It was mid evening now, G'raha had been tucked into bed where he didn't have to fold himself up to fit into and could get some good rest while Thancred and A'miru finished up what they had been doing for the night. It was reasonable. Responsible. It's what G'raha would've told either one of them if they were in his situation. And yet he found himself pushing back through the door of their room and out into the livingroom after some time of tossing in bed.
"G'raha, you should be..." Thancred trails off as G'raha takes the paper that he was holding, then A'miru's, glances at them, adds them to the pile of papers on the coffee table, taps them neat and lays the fist size chunk of durium ore they used as a paper weight on top of them. Before either of them could say anything he moved and turned the lights out.
"Alright, clear enough." Thancred laughed as he got up. Cool hands find their way into both of G'raha's and it doesn't take long for him to fall asleep once he's warm and comfortable between his partners again.
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