I remember thinking up some angsty shite for Sin and Ky where the eyeball starts to seriously affect Ky's health, causing damage to the surrounding areas, and they have to get it removed, but doing so risks severely hurting any doctor who does do it. And Sin has a solution to this.
He'll eat it.
You could then focus on the more visceral, physical aspects of an eyeball, the sounds it makes as it exits the socket, the feeling of it sliding down the throat, the burn of magical potency once the eyeball bursts in the stomach.
Ahhh I wanted to draw it but urggrhrh comics are hard HSHSHS im sorry I will have to leave this unfinished 😔😔 but thanks for giving my brain more illness MJSBSHKB
I have some thoughts about this but like they might just be incomprehensible garbage lmao maybe i will talk about it (most likely not HSHSHSH)
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Alex must be just as excited 🥹🥹 they're probably giggling kicking their feet as we speak and texting each other and making sure they have plenty of time to spend with one another and-
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Foul Legacy Childe playfully sticking his tongue out at you and you doing it back and him going “!!!!” in surprise because he didn’t expect you to reciprocate- plus you’re adorable when you do it. it becomes a thing you do, blepping at each other from across the room as a way of saying hello or just making you smile, and it’s something you can do even if you’re carrying something. it even becomes a way of judging each other’s moods, as Childe peeks under the blanket and bleps at you inquisitively. when you just hide your face in the pillows he coos and slips under the covers so he can hold you close and let you snuggle against his fluff for comfort <33
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i dont ship stizzy but i cant deny the comedic potential in making their dynamic into something romantic. these two incredibly dramatic gay men hate each other on sight for no fucking reason and are incredibly petty no holds barred. izzy slashed up stede's shirt in a slutty way for no reason. stede called him iggy for no reason. and like this all happens before ed there's no reason for it they just fucking hate each other!!!
so anyway the dynamic here is obviously that they start hate fucking at some point and then fall in love on accident and obviously they're both SO MAD about it (shoutout to this post by @notebooks-and-laptops). but also once they realize their own feelings they also realize it's MUTUAL. minimal angst there imo i dont see angsty pining for stede and izzy sorry. they probably realize because stede stede calls izzy darling in bed one time and izzy moans to it really loud and then suddenly instead of hate fucking it's slow passionate and they're making love and right after that theyre both staring up at the ceiling like. fuck. fuck. i cannot believe im in love with this prick. this is the worst day of my life.
which leads to "i-love-you" chicken where neither of them say it. not because theyre afraid to but bc they don't want to lose. like they dont talk about it but it becomes clear that whoever admits that they genuinely care about the other first loses. lose what? idk their dignity. bragging rights. cannot stress enough how much this happens without them verbally communicating abt it they just KNOW and they know that the other one knows and they’re both trying so hard not to say it but also trying to get the other one to say it first
so they try to aggressively woo the other one with like over-the-top romantic gestures (gifts and acts of service or whatever idk i dont care enough abt this ship to think of examples). and whenever like stede is trying to woo izzy all he gets is izzy being like “fuck off bonnet” and a huge prick and vice versa for when izzy tries to woo stede (idk what either of them do to woo each other and i don’t care enough abt this ship to think of anything sorry). and the crew is like “i thought stede and izzy were past this silly squabbling”
and idk maybe this is steddyhands in which case the crew is asking ed “doesnt it bother you that theyre at each other’s throats again?” and ed (who’s been having the time of his life watching the two of them have incredibly passionate and romantic but also angry and competitive sex for weeks) is like. oh im sure they’ll work through this little spat in no time.
in my head izzy breaks first when stede gets severely wounded in a raid and while he’s unconscious and healing izzy is like “you piece of shit i love you so much you cant die now” and THAT’S when stede wakes up and is like “HA!!! YOU ADMITTED IT FIRST!!!!! I WIN!!!!!!!!!!” and he rips his stitches from laughing so hard and roach has to sew him up again before he bleeds out
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randy, I bestow upon you the gift of extremely painful full-body affecting headaches.
rotating a quietly suffering randy at work in my mind is helping with my own headache from hell tbh
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like, he's had a strange feeling ever since he woke up, a vague allover ache. it all culminates in a headache over his shift. eyes burning, ears ringing, vision swimming, dizziness, nausea, and the pain. oh, the pain. invisible ice picks stabbing behind his eyes and at the nape of his neck. muscles tense, only making the ache worse. he's sweating. shaking. trying to not succumb to the pain. it's not as bad when it's busy, when he has customers to be nice and courteous to, orders to prepare, other tasks to focus on. but it's a slow day with long stretches of NOTHING and that's when the pain usually goes in for the kill. just when Randy thinks he could hold out till the end of the shift, Chris decides to act up again, declaring his love for his girlfriend's tits over the intercom. the crackling distorted sound makes Randy's ears ring even worse and his vision fizz and fade around the edges, stomach lurching. he manages to drag himself into the employee restroom where he sinks to the floor, tears threatening to spill from the unbearable pain. desperately presses his forehead into the cool wall tiles seeking relief, in too much pain to think about when they were last cleaned.
caught in this sickening world of pain, Randy only barely registers the door opening and closing with the softest click. quiet footsteps stopping infront of him. as much as he wants to see who it is standing so close, he can't bear to open his eyes even just a crack, afraid of making the pain even worse.
the soft sound of shifting fabric, the someone infront of him crouching down. suddenly, a cool hand on the back of his neck. relief. the hand starts to gently knead his tense muscles, even more relief. the incredible sensation of feeling the pain fade even just a tiny bit has Randy crying in earnest now, tears flowing freely down his face. minute sobs and shuddering breaths wracking his already trembling body.
a second blessedly cool hand coming up to touch his forehead, a thumb smoothing over his furrowed brow, tracing a path down the side of his face, wiping away some of the tears. cool, tender, relief. relief. relief.
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......I'm dizzy
I'm.. so.. dizzy..............
I want. His hands. On my neck. They'd be the prettiest necklace!! ❤️
I'm NOT okay. I NEED his fingers in my mouth. I wanna suck and choke on them while riding him at the same time he degrades or praises me for being so desperate for him..
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I just think it would be very nice if someone (coughSamBellamycough) took Izzy’s tummy troubles into account and doesn’t treat it like a joke or a burden. Whether it’s a sensitive stomach from anxiety or ARFID or food intolerances/allergies or IBS.
Sam would definitely have the money and—in my head and general fanon it seems—the care and devotion to give Izzy gentle food that still tastes nice. Or just, you know, making sure Izzy has a healthy relationship with what food he can eat.
Here I go again with my food as a metaphor for love kick…
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