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things to ask yourself when designing a female character:
how much blood is she covered in
are her eyes filled with madness
can she rip things to shreds with her fingernails
remebered how insanely good the second dimension movie was and how it changed kid me forever
kiss kiss fall in love
abstract and modern art haters are sooo snobby like klein literally Created an entirely new pigment and then painted a canvas in a way where the brush strokes wouldn't be visible. the insinuation that people with no skill could reproduce that is so annoying because unless you are skilled at color mixing and painting you definitely couldn’t lmao
i am going to start a collection
if you have any other posts of this kind please send them to me
nefarious anglerfish
all of ken’s clothes fit him!
Following that bread boys post i present to you: The entire omori au doodle saga that i completely forgot to post here
AU and design were by @cherrysherin and @/MilKyWayAG ‘s posts on twitter !! (Which is the reason why you can see me constantly switching designs/people bc i was rotating between their 2 AUs before i finally settled on milky’s LOL)
⚠️Contain spoilers for omori ofc!! (If you can connect the dots)
Obligatory clarification: grian and scar are housemates
does anybody want to have a homoerotic fist fight until one of us dies im severely bored tonight
nether roof boogie men
WAKE UP BOYS NEW SCAR WINK DROPPED
just realized i never posted these! enjoy some 3rd life as text posts!
Ok so I just recently watched all three life series from scars pov again and I've come to a horrible realization...Scar doesn't hit grian once after third life and if he does he never shows it. When grian steals his first life in last life sure scar goes after him swinging but he never actually hits him just barely missing him every time and when he was the boogeyman and had the perfect chance to kill grian he simply doesn't. In double life it was grian who hurt scar to show him that they were soulbound. It never crossed scars mind to test grian like at all. Like he just accepted that grian was helping him out by giving him food whenever he was low on hunger and worrying about his life when he was low on hearts out of the kindness of his own heart. He was one hundred percent ready to accept that grian was going to be on his side without even being soulmates in a death game. He didn't care about who his soulmate was at all in double life but accepted grian as an ally right off the bat. And when he finally realized who his soulmate was via dripstone ,as pay back for grian not telling him sooner, he doesn't hit grian ,no, he punches a jellie panda and hurts himself. Everytime he wants to hurt grian he never physically hits him it's always him hurting himself. Grian on the other hand...in last life grian isn't afraid to hit scar. After stealing his life and running into Lizzie he takes out his sword and swipes at scar the moment he jumps down to their level but misses and he shots arrows at him willingly when he's on yellow and when on red despite not wanting to. On double life grian is the one who hurts scar physically. When showing him their soulmates he uses dripstone and when their hiding from the reds he uses dripstone to prank scar which almost kills them both. It's wild. Plus in last life scar is the only one with a cactus in a world without a desert and it's mumbo and grian who trades for it and in double life they make another monopoly on sand and somehow manage to find the only cactuses on the server to hide out by when on the run. Yeah they never left the desert but Scar never left monopoly mountain and Grian never left the cactus ring.
My collection of Danny Phantom art…all three of them XD
I miss this show
1) Fenton Work [ID. Sam and Tucker on the roof of the Fenton works building, Danny floating above them, and Jaz leaning out over the balcony below]
2) The Ghost Train Submariner [ID. Sam and Danny mermaid AU]
3) Danny and Sam costume Redesign [ID. Sam and Danny standing together]
Credits to kiibosknees on Insta for the templates
Knights your boatem
tbh everyone would assume tht mischa would be the older brother who protects ocean but actually mischa stands behind ocean holding his little cheeseburger while shes like exCUSE ME he asked for NO pickles…..
this is me asking u about ur heartstopper rtc au
THANK YOU
ok ok ok so
noel (charlie) is the only (out) gay kid in the all-boys school, his best friend is ricky (tao), and they bond over being outcasts. ricky is a lot of noel's impulse control and vice-versa. They also have a mutual friend, penny (elle), who just transferred to the all-girls school in Uranium. there, penny meets ocean (tara) and constance (darcy), who are secretly dating, but aren't ready to tell anyone yet. in addition, talia (imogen, im basing this off the netflix series bite me-) goes to the all-girls school.
enter mischa bachinski, the new kid in noel's homeroom. ricky doesn't trust mischa at first because of course, ricky, noel, and penny have been outcasts their whole lives. noel sits next to mischa, kickstarting their friendship and noel's newfound crush.
talia quickly becomes friends with mischa, they bond over both being ukrainian, and mischa is adopted into her friend group.
they become really good friends, and, although ricky is happy for noel, he can't help but not trust him. he hears in passing that mischa spends a lot of time with ocean, and tells noel and penny about it. penny finds out that ocean has been helping mischa with his english and catching up from his move to canada, and that ocean and constance are dating.
mischa, as he is getting closer to noel, is starting to have questions about his own sexuality. he tries not to let this get in the way of his friendship with noel.
mischa is invited to a big party hosted by the wealthiest kid in Uranium. talia, who has a lowkey crush on mischa, asks him to invite her, to which he says yes. he then invites noel, because he thats who he really wants to hang out with. he considers noel his closest friend.
at the party, mischa is cornered by his friends, who know about how close he is with ocean. they talk, and ocean mentions that she and constance are dating, to which mischa is shocked but happy for them. he then is cornered by a very drunk talia, who tells him that she likes him, in vague english terms, because english is the worst and most vague language. he brushes her off, looking for noel, who wandered off somewhere while he was being cornered.
meanwhile, ocean and constance decide its time for them to let loose, and let themselves dance and have fun together and kiss in public (lets go lesbians).
he and noel meet back up, and they end up in some far, quiet corner of the venue, where mischa is emotionally vulnerable about how hes confused about his sexuality. they kiss, its cute, but mischa is cornered by his friends again. noel has a panic attack and leaves the party, and mischa is all :(( when he can't find him again.
meanwhile meanwhile, ricky and penny have a movie night, and they talk about how ricky is scared hes being replaced in noel's life. noel and penny are the only people to ever give ricky the time of day, so watching noel get close with someone else and not having penny at school is really bothering him. penny promises ricky that nothing will change between them, and they cuddle and watch movies for the rest of the night.
the next day, mischa shows up to noel's house in the rain, apologizing for being confused. they talk, and agree to keep whatever's going on between them a secret. they start sitting together at lunch, away from ricky, and mischa starts feeling bad about making noel keep them a secret.
ocean and constance start coming out more publicly, talia asks ocean of she and mischa are together, to which constance is exasperated (she loves her gf <3).
a few days later, talia asks mischa out in front of all their mutual friends, to which mischa says yes to get the attention off of himself. ricky and penny overhear this. noel then invites mischa to his birthday party, on the same day as mischa and talia's date.
mischa ends up talking to talia about it, letting her down gently enough, and they remain good friends. talia is so slay.
mischa goes to noel's party, ricky and penny are also there. ricky ends up telling noel about the mischa/talia thing, warning noel to not get too invested. noel is hurt, but, when he gets a moment alone with mischa, he explains what happened and all is forgiven.
penny decides its a good idea to introduce ocean and constance to ricky and noel, combining her friend groups. noel and constance get along swimmingly, noel and ocean bicker, in a mostly friendly way.
mischa, in his confusion, tells ocean and constance about his identity issues, and tells them about him and noel. neither of them are surprised.
soon, ocean and constance start seeing how obliviously pining ricky and penny are, so, they decide to meddle. with noel's help, the six of them (including mischa), go on a triple date.
it goes well, and penny ends up finding out about noel and mischa, but they make her promise not to tell ricky. she agrees, but tells them that they should tell him soon.
ocean and constance end up locked in a practice room after the triple date, and ocean opens up about her insecurity in their coming out, to which constance reassures her that theyre in it together, and that things will be okay with time.
mischa and talia's friends notice that mischa is spending more time with noel, and invite him to hang out with them. they end up harassing noel about being gay. noel leaves early. mischa's firneds continue talking about noel, and one of them calls him the f slur. mischa proceeds to attempt to beat the shit out of him, and leaves, angry and confused and sad.
ricky finds out about noel and mischa, and is hurt that noel didn't tell him. he ignores noel's attempts to apologize, throwing himself at penny to make himself feel better.
noel is very insecure about his place in mischa's life, even attempting to figure out how to end whatever they have going on.
the all-boys school and all-girls school have a combined sports day, in which noel and ricky make up, and ricky and penny have a moment (tm)
at this point, mischa realizes that he doesn't care what other people think about him, as long as he has noel. he pulls noel aside and tells him such, noel cries, so does mischa, theyre both very "why are we like this"
the two of them have a day out, in which they go to the beach. mischa tells noel that he's ready to come out as bi. noel asks if this makes them boyfriends, mischa thought that that was obvious. theyre cute, i love them
they fucked in that rv
Yeah ok, teamZITS r cool and all.. but what if they were time travelerss :3
Time periods they’re from : Tango- 2100’s, Impulse- 1960’s ,skizz-Victorian era ,zed- Ancient Greece
your red bandit au lives rent free in my head at all times *looks through your ao3 acc* DUDE HOW MANY FICS OF THESE TWO HAVE YOU WRITTEN HOLY SHIT YOU'RE A GODSEND clears throat anyways for the prompt right lets say perhaps since Tango's been *quite* the menace for a while, he made a few.. *enemies* who aren't as willing to let him off the hook as Jimmy (and their in story shippers) are... angst level is up to you but there's quite some potential for pain there :]
revenge and ransoms
Summary:
“Bit late for a walk, don't you think?”
He turns, a snarl already pulling his lips back. “Bit far from your empire, aren't you?” He responds.
The god laughs, eyes squinting shut in amusement. He’s in his god form, towering over him as he stands there. He tries not to feel too unsettled, too scared by the man standing in front of him. He fails, flinching back when Joel’s hands crackle with electricity.
(AO3 Link)
(Masterpost)
(4,052 words)
this kinda links to ignition, but only in setting up joel and tango's relationship (which is negative. like Negative). and, as always (y'know i've gotta do it to you) reblogs help a bunch more than likes! writing takes a while so i always always appreciate it :]
He’s reluctant to leave the creepers behind, even as the moonlight washes everything in a silver hue and it steadily creeps back towards the horizon line. He’s not particularly looking forward to explaining to Jimmy why his thirty minute walk turned into a several hours long trip to the creeper pen.
One of the smaller creepers, one that’s not quite young enough to be a sprout, but also not old enough to be a full-grown creeper seems especially reluctant to see him go, rubbing its head along his leg as he tries to nudge it back and away from the gate.
He pushes it, gently, back with his foot, holding it there as he unlatches the gate and slips out. Though, he can't resist leaning back over the fence and rubbing a hand along its head. It purrs, leaning into his touch, and the purr quickly fades out as he pulls his hand back.
“Sorry,” he whispers, “But if I don't go now I’m gonna be dead tomorrow, sleep or not.” The creeper very obviously does not understand him, but he takes another step back anyway, watching as it slowly realises he’s leaving and turns around, bounding back towards a small huddle of creepers.
He watches until it’s settled again, wriggling into a gap between two slightly larger creepers.
He pauses, at the sound of swishing feathers and two feet landing gently on the ground behind him. He stiffens, ears flicking back as he listens, not yet turning his head.
“Bit late for a walk, don't you think?”
He turns, a snarl already pulling his lips back. “Bit far from your empire, aren't you?” He responds.
The god laughs, eyes squinting shut in amusement. He’s in his god form, towering over him as he stands there. He tries not to feel too unsettled, too scared by the man standing in front of him. He fails, flinching back when Joel’s hands crackle with electricity.
“Scared?” The god taunts, taking a step forward that covers three of his own, frantically backtracking as the other’s wings spread, blocking any escape routes he might have even considered.
“Not at all.” He lies, even as he takes another step backwards. He’s sure Joel knows that too, if the grin spread over his face is any indication.
“Is it the lightshow?” Joel asks, and the lightning crackles again, blue electricity zipping around his hands as he turns them over, both of them watching the path it takes. Joel is watching the lightning intensely, a smirk still plastered onto his face.
He takes the distraction, darting to the side and barrelling his way beneath the wing blocking his path, knocking it aside probably a little too gently for whatever it was that Joel was trying to do.
He scrambles towards the path into the town, cursing Jimmy under his breath for putting the creeper ranch so far away from the main area. Something grabs his tail, and yanks, hard, pulling him to the ground and dragging him backwards.
He twists, lunging for Joel’s face as he looms over him, managing to dig his claws into the side of Joel’s face before yanking downwards. Joel releases him with a shout, reeling backwards and clutching at his face, glaring at him from between his fingers.
He bares his teeth, a growl bubbling low in his throat as he crouches close to the ground. He can feel blood under his nails, collecting there in a sticky mess that makes him shudder. He doesn't give Joel time to recover, turning tail and running again, skidding down the path and into Tumble Town.
It’s dark, the street completely deserted as he sprints down it, wind rushing past his ears as he zeroes in on the house at the end of the street.
He wheezes as something knocks into him from behind, sending him to the ground and keeping him there. He writhes, wriggling beneath the hold and trying to twist over and claw at him again.
He can't seem to wriggle his way out, breath coming in short bursts as he desperately tries to escape. The weight presses down a little further, a large hand seizing his chin and lifting it up in a grip that isn't gentle nor warm. He can't seem to breathe, inhaling but no oxygen going in as he gets progressively more and more lightheaded.
“You're not so scary,” Joel tips his head to the side, eyes flickering with pulses of lightning. He can feel it bursting over his own skin with white-hot agony, flickering over his neck and causing him to choke and gag with the pain of it, tears squeezing from his eyes.
He’s stopped struggling, he’s not sure when he did that, and instead lays on the street, Joel’s hand pressing his jaw shut. He prays and hopes, and whatever else, that one of those lights flicks on, that someone pokes their head out and manages to see him.
No lights flick on, no golden glow floods the street and he’s left, hardly struggling with lightning flickering over his skin in an agony that’s completely new to him. He hears someone laugh, he thinks, the sound echoing and warping above him until it’s barely recognisable.
The hand keeps his jaw clenched shut, the other pinching his nose shut, effectively suffocating him. He attempts to inhale, choking and coughing when he fails to, struggling in Joel’s grip slightly as he wriggles back and forth, trying to free himself from the god’s iron hold.
He struggles a little more violently as black starts to creep in at the edges of his vision, blurring the ground in front of him and making the crackling pain begin to fade away. He blinks, trying to shake his head and clear his eyes of the mist that seems to be covering them.
He feels his head thunk against the ground, floating away a moment later into inky nothingness, thoughts fading out as the darkness buries him completely.
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He gasps, lurching forward and bringing his hands up to his throat with a shock of pain. Coughs rattle his lungs as he inhales, squeezing his eyes shut as the brightness of everything around him assaults his senses, leaving him laying against a wall and holding his chest as he heaves for breath.
He manages to catch it, after however long spent on the floor feeling like he’s coughing up a lung and desperately trying to remember the breathing exercises Jimmy taught him. They work, slightly, and when he manages to open his eyes again they're blurred with tears that he’s quick to wipe away.
The brightness of the room he’s in doesn't fade, the overwhelming white of it assaulting his eyes in a way that’s actually painful, leaving him squinting at the quartz. There are bars along one wall, giving way to a slightly more decorated room than the vast expanse of empty quartz he’s found himself locked in.
The bars are made of quartz, too, and he stands to shuffle towards them, arms still stinging with pain as he reaches out to press a hand against it, heating his palm up and watching as hardly anything happens. The quartz warms slightly, but it doesn’t melt easily like the iron bars he’s used to.
“I doubt you can melt those, but I would love to watch you struggle.” Joel appears from nowhere, looming in a doorway he hadn't noticed, one arm pressed against the doorjamb, an infuriatingly smug look drawn on his face.
He growls in the back of his throat, a warning, even as he takes a step back from the bar, withdrawing his arms again, skin flickering with a warning of what happened last time. The burns sting as they brush against his clothes, causing him to drop the threat and suck in a deep breath instead.
“What do you want?” He grits out, glaring at Joel as he makes his way closer, sauntering over the floor, movements slow and mocking. Because he has all the time in the world. He presses a hand into the bar he had just been holding, making a small tutting sound in the back of his throat.
“That isn't how this is going to work, Red Bandit- can I call you Red?” Joel smiles at him, as though this is nothing more than a conversation between allies and that one of them isn't behind bars. “I'm gonna call you Red anyway, it’s so much more fitting than just Bandit, because you don't really do that anymore, do you?”
“No.”
“Good, good, otherwise your dear Sheriff would have been lying to us, wouldn't he?” He doesn't wait for a response, nodding his head and ploughing on, “Though, one thing he hasn't seemed to consider is how many enemies he’s going to have from openly courting a lowly ex-bandit such as yourself.”
“I'm not lowly.” He spits out, surging back up to the bars again, gripping one of them so hard that his claws scraped over the quartz with a screech. It startles Joel back for a moment, leaving him wide-eyed until he recovers. “I might be in a cage, but I've stayed out of prison so long for a reason, little god.”
“Ah, ah.” Joel steps back towards the bars, wings mantling as he leans up against them, “Watch that mouth of yours, Red, we haven't gotten to the deal part of this whole thing.” he waves a hand at him, “You have taken a significant amount of valuables from me over the years-”
“And you've replaced them every time.” He hisses, “You have so much wealth you don't even know what to do with it.”
“I do, but that doesn't mean there’s no payment for what was meant to be mine.” Joel doesn't loom closer, doesn't leer. He simply straightens up, eyes flashing dangerously. “I've sent an eagle to your Sheriff, that eagle will arrive there at approximately midday, and it is currently just past ten in the morning, long past the time where your Sheriff will have woken up, correct?”
He glares.
“Meaning, he should have noticed the absence of his dear Red, and we’ve left him just enough time to begin to worry, for that anxiety to build up, until there’s an eagle arriving with the terms and conditions for your release.”
Joel watches him for a moment, a long moment that makes him begin to fidget, tail swishing back and forth as he stands there, staring the god in the face.
“For every hour those terms are not met, the more-”
“Dad?”
Both of them pause at the appearance of a third voice, turning towards the doorway. A child, no older than five, is stood in the doorway, clinging to the doorjamb as he peeks around, eyes wide as he looks at them.
Joel looks back at him, a warning very clearly in his eyes as the child - Hermes - takes a cautious step into the room, looking at him warily, like he’s a caged animal. Which, looking at his current situation is probably not that inaccurate.
He doesn't watch the child for very long, taking a step back as Joel remains distracted, sitting down in the corner of his cell and curling up as best as he can on the incredibly uncomfortable and cold floor, watching as Hermes runs further into the room, curling his arms around Joel’s leg.
He watches, as the child peers from around Joel’s leg, wide eyes meeting his, before squeaking and hiding away again. He’s got a purple streak in his hair, matching Joel’s no doubt, and rather bright purple eyes. No one is actually sure of where he came from, just that Sausage and Joel were both somehow involved and share custody of the child.
“Who is that?” Hermes whispers, managing to be incredibly loud in the way only children can be.
“That is the Red Bandit,” Joel says, turning them around slowly so he’s crouching and facing him rather than away, pushing Hermes forward a little. “He’s stuck in there, I promise, he can't get to you.”
He curls his lip at how soft Joel’s voice goes with the child, nudging him forward with a careful hand until he’s stood almost at the bars, one hand curled around the quartz as best as he can, barely wrapping a hand around halfway until he falls short.
He doubts Hermes even comes up to his waist.
“Why are you a bandit?” Hermes asks, voice annoyingly loud and echoing in his ears. He presses them back a little, casting a glare at Joel over the child’s head, only to have it returned tenfold, Joel standing behind the child threateningly and watching him. “Aren't only bad people bandits?”
“Why do you think he’s in a cell, Hermes?” Joel interrupts, placing a hand on Hermes' shoulder. He watches, with slight interest, as a pair of tiny wings flap into view, feathers shining a dull yellow, similar to that of endstone. Interesting. “Only bad people go in cells, don't they?”
“But he doesn't look bad.” Hermes frowns at him, brain obviously struggling to comprehend whatever he’s got bouncing around in there. “He just looks like a big kitty cat.” He looks up at Joel, “Can I pet the big kitty cat?”
“No.” He says, gritting his teeth together and promising himself he’s not going to shout at this child’s dad in front of them, even as Joel smiles down at Hermes like he hung the sun, shoulders rising with barely restrained laughter. “I'm not a cat.”
“But you look like one.” Hermes presses closer to the bars, sticking a hand through to wave at him, “If you're not a cat what are you mister?”
“Don't call him that.” Joel interrupts, pulling Hermes back a little and stopping him from putting his hand through the bars again, “He’s a bandit, remember? Bandits are bad, which means…?”
“We’re not nice to them!” Hermes grins up at Joel, beaming incredibly bright and his little wings flapping behind him, as though trying to get him airborne.
“That’s right,” Joel pats Hermes on the head, in what might possibly be the most awkward show of affection, and he’s watched Jimmy interact with other people. “Why don't you go find other Dad? Maybe he’ll give you a cookie, hm?”
“I've already had three today!” Hermes announces, still grinning, and he’s rather certain by the way Joel’s face falls, shuttering in on itself, that three is too many cookies for them to be giving Hermes.
He turns his laugh into a cough, stifling it in one hand as Joel’s eyes dart over to him, a glare lingering in the space between them before he’s looking back at Hermes again. “Maybe ask for an apple then, or an orange.”
“Okay!” Hermes bounces a little in the same spot, hugging Joel’s arm before darting out of the door, feet thundering and echoing in the corridors. He hears him retreating for a lot longer than he can see him doing it.
“Sausage is here?” He asks, turning his eyes back to Joel. He doesn't bother to stand again, finally comfortable in his spot on the floor, instead watching as Joel’s jaw clenches. “Any particular reason for that?”
“He’s come to drop off Hermes, he’ll stick around until we've had a chance to chat, which won't be happening until after I'm done with you.”
“Don't let me keep you,” he holds his hands up, “Go see Sausage. I'm sure you're dying to know how Hermes has been doing.”
“Watch your mouth, Red.” Joel says, but he’s halfway out the door as he says it, destroying the effect slightly. He can hear him retreating for a similar amount of time as Hermes, footsteps thundering and echoing back towards him as he listens.
He’s heard a few rumours about Sausage and Joel, but from what he’s seen the two are purely friends that happen to share custody of a child. Hardly anyone has seen Hermes, either out of Joel and Sausage hiding him away, or pure coincidence, he’s not sure. He gets the feeling that he should have seen Hermes either.
His head thumps dully against the quartz as he leans it back, ears flicking forwards to listen to whatever is going on around them. He can't hear anything, the only people that would be on the island are probably as far away from him as possible, on the other side of the island chain, probably.
It’s a little odd that Joel keeps the islands for himself, the area larger than anything he could ever hope to keep to himself. The villagers seem content to live in the shadow of the Stratos Islands, for whatever reason. Perhaps they believe Joel is an actual god rather than a self-proclaimed one. Idiots.
He laughs to himself, cutting it off when it echoes back into his ears and he realises how odd it sounds. He closes his eyes, groaning and realising how boring it’s going to be, waiting for midday.
His arms still ache as he pulls them closer, tucking his chin into his chest and setting his eyes on the door as he waits. He holds a hand out in front of his face a moment later, after a time to consider his options, looking over the burns there.
They spiral over the back of his palms, criss-crossing and jaggedy, like the imprint of lightning on his skin. They circle up and around his elbow, curling to a stop just above it. They throb painfully when he brushes a hand over it, and he recoils with a hiss, tucking his arms close again and curling his tail over his feet.
He settles down a little more comfortably, or, as comfortable as he can be on a quartz floor with nothing to soften it. At least the Sheriff would give him a blanket, even if he wasn't going to be sticking around ten minutes past everyone going into their houses for the night. It’s the thought that counts, or whatever.
Still, he finds his eyes slipping closed more and more easily, and more and more frequently, even as he tries to continue staring at the door, reminding himself of his unknown fate if Jimmy fails to bring whatever Joel has requested.
He startles awake at a loud sound, something clattering over and a murmured apology. He sits up a little straighter, listening as the voices continue to talk, two of them sounding incredibly irritated as they go back and forth.
He can't quite make the words out, even as he strains his ears and leans forward, even going so far as to stand and walk over to the bars, removing that little extra distance as though he’s magically going to be able to hear whatever conversation is happening now.
He hears one particularly angry shout, before footsteps are thundering towards him again, a lot faster than before. He takes a hasty step back, not even making it look like he wasn't trying to listen as Joel storms into the room, looking positively thunderous, with- Jimmy!
He perks up a little bit at the appearance of Jimmy, and Jimmy smiles at him, before turning back to Joel. The Deputy follows him into the room, sparing Tango a little wave and a grin. They're both wearing elytra, Jimmy’s bright yellow one standing out in the blandness of the room.
“Okay, we’re here. Hand him over.” Jimmy puts his hands on his hips, looming over Joel now that the god has returned to his usual size, no longer in his eleven foot glory and shrinking back a little. Jimmy’s great at intimidating people, and he watches him do it with a smile, grinning as Jimmy takes a step closer, putting him and Joel almost nose to nose.
He probably appreciates the move more than Joel does, judging by the other’s glare and the way he shoves Jimmy back a moment later, sparks crackling over Jimmy’s badge. “I need your end of the deal first.”
“My Deputy has it,” Jimmy says, pointing at his Deputy, who does seem to be holding a bag of some kind, with one of the little drawstring thingies to hold it closed. Joel steps towards her instead, peering inside the bag and at the items within.
“Why don't we go to a room where I can lay everything out on a table?” She offers, “So you can make sure it’s all correct and in order.” Joel hesitates a moment, regarding him and Jimmy with thinly veiled suspicion, before his obvious want to check everything wins out and he leads the way, though not without a heavy sigh and a warning glare backwards.
“M’kay.” Jimmy nods to himself, before pulling a jingling ring of keys from his pocket.
“Uh, Jimmy, I love you, but I don't think your keys are going to work on this one.” He takes a step forward, towards Jimmy.
“Oh these aren't mine.” He slips one in the lock, trying it, before frowning and trying the next one. “I stole them from Joel when he was distracted.”
“You didn't.”
“I did.” Jimmy tries the fourth key, “I can leave you in here if you want me to return the keys to him.” He takes a half-step back, grin betraying his actual thoughts. He tries the fifth one, and it slips into the lock easily, turning with a click and letting him pull the bars back. “Always the last one you try.” He mutters.
He ignores Jimmy’s rambling, taking several steps forward and wrapping his arms around him in a clinging hug, ignoring the way his arms sting and burn from the exertion. “I'm never going on a midnight walk again, I swear.” He promises, and JImmy laughs, returning the hug.
“Don't make a promise you can't keep.” He jokes, pulling back from the hug to kiss him. It’s a short, sweet thing that contains no heat, both of them pulling back to stare into each other’s eyes. “You’ll be out walking within a month, I bet.”
“Not my fault the sprouts are cute at this time of year.”
“You say they're cute at every time of year.” Jimmy bumps their foreheads together, still smiling as he stares at him.
“Because they are.” He adjusts, wincing as a burning sensation travels up his arms again, seemingly catching every nerve on its way.
“Oh Tango,” Jimmy’s smile drops, an expression of concern taking over as he brings a hand to cradle his face, “What did he do to you?”
“I, uh,” he looks away, something blocking his throat and making it hard to swallow when Jimmy stares at him like that. “I don't want to talk about it here.” He manages, after a silence has stretched between them for too long, filled by nothing but their breathing and Jimmy’s concerned face.
“We should probably be getting home anyway,” Jimmy says, face entirely too neutral for that to mean anything good.
“What did you do?”
“Who said I did anything?” Jimmy protests, and he gives him a look, watching as the other folds almost instantly. “Okay, okay, I may have found where he keeps all of his dumb togas- and I may have purposefully brought a flint and steel with me. For reasons.”
“Jimmy.”
“Yeah, I reckon we should leave now.” Jimmy says, turning towards the doorway, “Joel’s probably either smelled the burning or realised the gold is all fake.
“Jimmy!”
“Don't sound so scandalised,” Jimmy sounds slightly offended, “You're not the only one that can commit a few crimes.”
“You're the Sheriff.”
“And the townspeople will understand that I had my reasons.” Jimmy shrugs. “Now c’mon, I really don't want Joel to catch me and I reckon he can fly faster than my rockets can carry me.”
“We’re talking about this back home.” He says, allowing Jimmy to pick him up, preparing a rocket for take-off.
“We’re also talking back home,” Jimmy says, “Don't think I didn't notice you wincing.”
“Yeah, yeah, whatever. Let’s go before Joel kills us. That’d kill the cool factor you've got going on right now.” He adjusts the grip he has around Jimmy’s neck, watching as the canary yellow elytra fans out, in preparation for their drop off the island.
He definitely loses the cool factor when he almost drops him though.
I finally watched Bdubs’ Last Life for the first time and now maybe have a very slight, very minor ethubs problem… @tunastime’s fic Hot Tea has shanked me while I am down and now I am simply melting away /pos
sorry the demons got to me
coffee….shop…..au…
grian works at coffee shop Called the pesky bird ….. scar is a usual …. has the most complex orders….flirts with grian a lot…..is actually grians favorite customer…….
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AITA for stealing my boyfriend's soul?
so I (26 M) have somehow gotten a curse where the phrase 'you are what you eat' is very literal. I dont know how I got it, but I blame my boyfriend. I was a potato for a while, then a carrot, and then I was a pig. I was fine with the different forms, but ah, you see, I'm a vegetarian, and my pig form is really embarrassing. So, i tricked my boyfriend (28 M) into signing a contract that gave me rights to his soul, and then I tricked him into going into what was a juicing machine, and then.. well, I ate his soul. He's not too mad at me, but others are saying that that's not great thing to do to your boyfriend and so now I’m worried. am I actually the asshole in this situation?
Update: oh shoot I forgot to make a throwaway account for this
Update 2: i have suddenly grown very many eyes. I think this is karma
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comments:
iaccount: wait, you ate a pig?? what happened to peace love and plants?
scarrrred4life: I trick people into selling me their souls all the time. NTA
gman: oops sorry about that haha
tekvariety: LMAO deserved
All the "Scott being an asshole to Jimmy and Tango" fics got me down can I have a somft fic with Jimmy doing the leg kicking on his bed and talking about his crush to Scott?/nf
i absolutely can! scott and jimmy my beloved <3
crushes and confessions
Summary:
“Nothing’s wrong.” He repeats.
“Sure,” Scott nods his head, sarcasm dripping from his voice as he looks at Jimmy with wide eyes, “Nothing’s wrong and that’s why you're blushing so hard- oh my god.” He stills, coming to a complete standstill in his monologue. He turns to face Jimmy. “You have a crush.”
“No I don't!” He denies, even as his voice squeaks in the way both of them know means he’s lying.
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He knocks on the door in front of him, listening to it echoing. He waits, as footsteps approach and the sound of something unlocking reaches his ears. He tries not to feel too awkward when the door eventually swings open and he comes face to face with Scott.
“Hey.” He manages.
“Hey?” Scott replies, “Did you need something?”
“Uh,” he stops and thinks about what he was going to say, “You know what, actually, I don't need anything, it was dumb. I'm just gonna go now.” He takes a step back, off of Scott’s porch.
“Jimmy.” He freezes in his tracks, turning back to face Scott. “Get inside or I'm dragging you in myself.”
“Really, it’s nothing.” He assures, “I just need to get going.” He feels a hand grab his collar, before he’s being pulled over the threshold of Scott’s house and into the living room. He definitely does not squeak, and if Scott tells you otherwise, Scott is a liar.
“It’s not nothing if it’s got you blushing on my porch like you're about to confess your love for me again.” He pauses, “Wait. You're not about to do that again, because we tried all that and it really didn't work out-”
“I'm not about to confess my love for you.”
“Oh,” Scott sighs, “Good. That's good.”
“I see how it is.” He crosses his arms, puffing his wings up even as Scott’s words of it just making him look like an oversized chicken flash to the forefront of his mind. “I'm just not good enough for you.”
“You're not.” Scott agrees, “Now stop deflecting and tell me what’s wrong.”
“Nothing’s wrong.” He repeats.
“Sure,” Scott nods his head, sarcasm dripping from his voice as he looks at Jimmy with wide eyes, “Nothing’s wrong and that’s why you're blushing so hard- oh my god.” He stills, coming to a complete standstill in his monologue. He turns to face Jimmy. “You have a crush.”
“No I don't!” He denies, even as his voice squeaks in the way both of them know means he’s lying.
“Oh my god you do,” Scott’s eyes are positively shining. “Come on, you've gotta tell me about it.” He grabs his hand, dragging him from the living room and into the adjacent room. Which he quickly learns is Scott’s bedroom.
Scott takes a desk chair, leaving Jimmy to sit on the edge of the bed. He can't help but feel awkward as Scott grins at him, eyes still shining in that odd way. “You're not jealous?” He asks.
“Do you really think so little of me?” Scott frowns, “I’ve moved on to other men, Jimmy, I'm glad you could too.”
“You don't know it’s a man.”
“But it is. You wouldn't come to me if it wasn't.” Scott points at him, a self-satisfied smile on his face. He’s right, he’s always right.
“I'm leaving.” He stands to do just that, but Scott just shoves him back down with his foot, desk chair spinning slightly from the force. He stops the spinning, turning back to face Jimmy.
“Tell me. Please.” He tacks the please on the end like an afterthought, which it definitely is.
“It’s Tango.” He groans, burying his face in his hands, “Just, everything about him.” He breathes in slowly, trying to cool his face down, at least a little. “He’s just so nice, all the time? But that’s not his only personality trait and it doesn't even feel forced. He doesn't care that he’s stuck with me.”
“As he shouldn't.” Scott interjects. “You're a great person to be soulbound to.”
“Thanks.” He raises his face from his hands to smile at Scott, “But just, I don't understand him!” He flings his hands out, before collapsing back onto the bed, staring up at the ceiling. He feels like an overdramatic teenager. “He’s nice, but he’s not always nice to others, he’s just nice to me.”
“Have you considered he likes you too?”
“What?” He scoffs, “Tango likes the harbinger of death that’s always on the death server we regularly play on?”
“You're not a harbinger of death, you're just unlucky.”
“Same thing.”
Scott sighs, and drops the argument they've had several times before, leaving it before it can spiral into something else. “Tango can very easily like you back, you're a likeable person, Jimmy.”
“Whatever you say.” He feels the bed dip beside him as Scott sits down, a shock of blue hair entering his field of vision a second later. He’s grinning down at him in a way that might have sparked butterflies if this was a year ago. Now it only makes him appreciate Scott, as a friend, more.
“Tell me about him,” Scott prods, “Come on, nothing interesting’s happened yet on this server. I need something.”
“You're bored.”
“And interested. Tell me.”
“He’s just, I don't know, he’s got a nice smile. Which is probably a weird thing because people normally describe people with sharp teeth as scary. But he’s not! Even when I can see all the really sharp teeth because he’s smiling or whatever.”
“Bet those teeth are good for other things.”
“Scott.” He sits up so quickly that they bump their heads together, both of them recoling with a hiss, clutching their foreheads.
“Sorry, sorry.” Scott apologises, but his laugh ruins the apology slightly. “Go on.”
“I don't know what you want me to say!” He cries.
“Just what you like about him, anything about him you know. The more I know about him the better I can help you flirt with him.”
“Oh.” He stares at the ceiling again, “Well, he’s a very tactile person. We only have one bed at the Ranch, meaning we’re cuddling most nights.”
“Only one bed.” Scott whispers, looking amazed.
“Yeah, one bed. We don't really have the resources for any more. And he just- clings? I don't know how to describe it, he just wraps himself around me completely. Which is actually quite impressive because he’s shorter than me.” Scott snorts. “I don't even want to know what you're thinking.” He declares, pointing in Scott’s general direction.
“I wasn't going to say anything.”
He sits up slightly to give Scott a doubtful look, before flopping back down on his bed. “He wraps his tail around my wrist sometimes, too. When we’re doing stuff near each other. I don't think he knows he’s doing it.”
“I think he likes you.” Scott says.
“I'm not asking you to think.”
“I'm just saying!”
“And I don't care!” He throws his hands up into the air, before allowing them to fall back onto his face, groaning. “I'm hopeless Scott.”
“I think it’s cute.”
“Do you think it’ll be cute if I die of a heart attack next time he starts purring in his sleep?”
“He purrs?” Scott sounds positively delighted, and he has a feeling he shouldn't have said that particular detail to him.
“That’s not the important part.” He waves him off. “I might actually die next time he does something cute.”
“Then tell him.” Scott stares at him. “Bet you won't. Pussy.”
“Don't.”
“Pussy.” Scott repeats. “You're a pussy, Jimmy.”
“I am not.”
“Uh,” Scott laughs, “Yeah you are. You can't even tell Tango you like him. Pussy.”
“You know what.” He sits up, “I'm gonna go tell him right now.”
“If you're not back here tomorrow to tell me how it goes I'm telling the whole server you're a pussy.” Scott calls after him, sounding far too gleeful to the threat to actually have any credibility.
He only realises , halfway across the ravine and halfway back to Tango, that this was probably Scott’s plan the whole time.
Goddamnit.
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