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Hermie the Unworthy design for the Centaur Farm! AU

I'm thinking that Nickel found Hermie in an auction almost a year after he originally purchased Samuel, Mark, and Lysandre, and that he purchased him almost IMMEDIATELY once he spoke with the auctioneer and found out that Samuel was the one to sire him

Unfortunately, similar to canon, Samuel ends up rejecting Hermie as his child and instead more so just. sees him as a mildly fucked up source of entertainment, and so Nickel takes it upon himself to raise him in Samuel's stead, even going to far as to allow the centaur to refer to him as his father to further strengthen their little bond 🥹

Centaur Farm AU

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14 for ChalcanCoyle

55 for ScIckle

Also why ScIckle if Nickel is EL instead of LE?

14; "What is something they argue about constantly ? Is it a deep-seated issue or something small ?"

Obviously consent is a huge argument point, but I think I want to talk about something different just because I've spoken about that one so much lol

Chalcanthite and Coyle get into very, very heated arguments whenever the other wants some alone time- and I would definitely say it's for deeper reasons.

Chalcanthite is a deeply jealous and insecure individual, perpetually terrified that any and everyone has the capacity to take his Master away from him- be it by force or just…. being better than him. Being someone Coyle likes more. and I really think that leads to him getting aggressive and territorial any time Coyle spends to much time without Chalcanthite, especially if Chalcanthite assumes he's with someone else. In his mind, Coyle's done too much- he doesn't get to leave, now. Chalcanthite has every intention of holding onto this man until both of them- both of them- die, and not a moment before, and the thought of Coyle running off with who-knows-who is more than enough to send him into a frenzy and start a screaming match.

Coyle, of course, is paranoid and possessive over any and everything that he deems 'belongs' to him- Chalcanthite included. He's hyperaware of the way he's treated the dog in the past, and it has him constantly on edge waiting for the moment someone else tries to come along and take his dog away with the promises of something 'better-' especially when that Better could just be a lie to cover up something worse. Chalcanthite is his to command, and his to protect, and so he's not opposed to causing altercations if he feels like Chalcanthite is straying too far away, especially if he thinks it's dangerous.

Ultimately, both of them are simultaneously terrified of the other wanting to leave- or being taken away. Both of them also believe that the best remedy to this is to never take their eyes off of each other, and that WOULD normally be a good thing bc,,, they're on the same page, right ? Except for the fact that both of them are massive hypocrites and don't understand that the other could POSSIBLY feel the same way. Hence the arguments.

55; "Who spoils who ? Does their S/O tolerate it ? Do they secretly enjoy it ?"

They both spoil each other !!!!

For Nickel, I really feel like it's… meh. He doesn't hate the attention, far from it, but Scam definitely knows that he has to be mindful of just how much he's attempting to offer because of how much the troll prides himself on his ability to provide for himself and his family, and Scam doesn't wish to undermine that just because he gets a little too excited to offer something to his husband. Nickel is always appreciative, of course, if a bit snippy about it- after all, Scam 'doesn't have to do all that', but it's reactions like that, that just make it more fun ! And of course Scam is a very, very physically affectionate person, and so it's not uncommon to find him slinking and wrapping around Nickel, though it doesn't seem like the troll really minds it lol

For Scam, he revels in the attention. While Nickel is not short on buying him gifts, he is definitely a huge sucker for when his husband is physically affectionate. Nickel, unlike Scam, is a lot simpler in his attentions- wrapping his arms around his husband and Not Letting Go, as if he can encompass him entire if he tries hard enough. Scam, being as powerful of a being as he is, doesn't actually get that feeling often unless he's with his brother or cousin, and so to experience it from someone he loves in a different way entirely is definitely an emotional weakness for him, and he makes NO moves to hide it lol

As for the spelling: I originally came up with the ship name back when Nickel was spelled 'Nickle', and I guess my mind just never shifted 'ScIckle' to match the respelling <:))

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52 for both Scam Likely and Coyle (you’re the only reason I ever heard of dndads btw)

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I'm glad I could introduce you to my wife's source lol Dungeons and Daddies is probably the only podcast I really listen to

52; "Who Cooks ? Who does the dishes ?"

ScIckle: So this is definitely a stranger answer as Scam doesn't have to eat- he sustains himself on the disdain people feel when they fall victim to his cons, so Nickel is definitely the one that cooks AND does the dishes (though it's not uncommon for Scam to offer to help (Nickel does not let him))

There are occasions that Scam and Nickel will have PROPER dinner together, of course, but ultimately Nickel does both !

ChalcanCoyle: Chalcanthite cooks and forces Coyle to clean at gunpoint /hj

One of the biggest themes in their post-Sinyala relationship is that Chalcanthite is not going to be a housewife, and he makes damn sure that Coyle keeps up his fair share of housework (Not too much, though- Chalcanthite is very aware and appreciative of the fact Coyle has a job to keep them afloat)

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#97 of the Asks thing you posted :0 Im curious to see how Scam and Coyle differ in their approach to wake Nickle!

97; "How would they wake their S/O up ? Is it difficult to rouse them ?"

You specified 'Nickel' so I'll only be answering for Nickel and Chalcanthite (Coyle's Nickel) for this one

Scam is,,,, very careful when waking Nickel up. It's not for any particularly SERIOUS reason but he's definitely aware that if he sounds even a little bit too hurried, Nickel will assume they're late to something he forgot and will shoot out of bed while still barely awake lol It's a small process of Scam lightly tapping his fingers against Nickel's cheek and calling his name until he finally wakes up, and it normally works after the first few tries- Nickel's not a very heavy sleeper, he's just good at falling BACK asleep lol

Coyle, however, had to learn to be careful. The first few weeks of Chalcanthite being an Ex-Pop and them sleeping together was definitely a learning experience to him- there was a time where he tried to kick the dog awake only to get bit to hell and back for it. It's less calm and more urgent, but Coyle actually does something a little similar to Scam. He'll pat Chalcanthite's face roughly to wake him up, sometimes shaking him by the shoulder once the dog's eyes actually open. Chalcanthite is not a heavy sleeper either, so it doesn't take too much to really get his engine to start running again.

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Who fell first? Who fell harder?

Who is the one who fusses the most? Does their S/O mind very much?

What is their love language?

Has either OC ever gotten a hickey off the other? What was their reaction?

What is something they like to do together?

Who would ask the "would you love me if I were a worm?" question? How would their S/O answer?

Who likes forehead kisses? Who likes hand kisses? Who likes neck kisses?

Who is the big spoon? Little spoon?

If there wasnt enough seats, how would they sit? One on the other's lap? One on the armrest? One on the floor in front of them?

Who plays with whose hair?

Who is clingy?

What is something their S/O does that makes them flustered?

What is something they find hot about their S/O?

What is something they argue about constantly? Is it a deep-seated issue or something small?

How do they comfort one another when the other is upset?

Who is the better caretaker? Does their S/O like being taken care of?

Who steals whose clothes? Does their significant other mind?

They've had a major blowout. How do they handle it?

How good are they are communication?

Who handles the spiders? Who screams directions in the background?

Who typically tends to initiate intimacy first (this can be a conversation, action or anything)?

What is something - either character - doesn't like about the other?

Who said "I love you" first?

Who kissed who first?

Do they have any pet names for one another?

Who gets jealous most often? How does their S/O deal with that?

Who tends to drive on long journeys? Who navigates?

Do they trust one another? Are comfortable discussing their fears with one another?

What's an insecurity they hold about their relationship?

Describe how one character would cheer the other up after a hard day.

How would they describe one another.

Can they communicate private thoughts whilst in company? If so, how?

Which one of them gives "that look" when they other is acting like a fool?

How do they address a problem in their relationship?

How does each significant other view any exes and former relationships?

What is something that would break their hearts?

Who is more likely to avenge their S/O if they were hurt or killed?

What would be their ideal evening in?

Do they dance? If so, who's better?

What is a song that reminds you of the OCs' relationship?

Who sings to the other? Are they any good?

Who teases who? What about?

Who gets up early? Who stays in bed late?

Who's more likely to bring the other coffee or breakfast in bed?

What's the worst thing the other can say to one?

If they were ever in a life or death situation, who risks their life?

If it ever came down to it, who is turning to the darkside to save the other?

If they ever had less that 5 mins to tell their S/O something before never seeing them again, what would they say?

Is there a word or gesture that makes either of them melt?

Who's the romantic?

Are there any characters who ship them?

Who cooks? Who does the dishes?

Who eats healthier? Who's got the sweet-tooth?

What's something that they don't really care for but tolerate because S/O has an interest?

Who spoils who? Does their S/O tolerate it? Do they secretly enjoy it?

Who tends to be the level-headed one? Who is feral?

Who reminds the other to wear a coat when it's cold out?

Do they hold hands?

Is there a spot they tend to kiss or caress habitual?

Are they willing to show PDA? If not, is there a reason?

How would they describe their S/O in one word?

How would outside characters describe their relationship?

How would they describe one another in bed?

Would they ever answer the above question if it was asked to their face? How would they react?

Who tends to take the lead in intimate encounters?

Have they ever been caught in the act? What would be their reaction if they were?

Have they ever done it anywhere questionable?

Who is more vocal? Who is more experienced?

If they were to go shopping, who holds the bags? Who decides where they go?

If they went out to dinner, who is paying? Would there even be a discussion?

If someone were to insult their S/O, how would the other handle it?

If someone flirted with or showed an interest in their S/O, how would the other react?

Who knows the other better? Why is this?

Who's more likely to bail who out of jail? Would they give the other one shit for it?

Which - if any - other famous ship's vibes do they emulate?

Are they soulmates? Do they believe in that?

What is something they would never forgive the other one for doing/saying?

Who has memorised the other's medical history?

Also, are they each other's first contact in an accident?

What tropes could be applied to this relationship?

Did they have a meet cute? Or was it a train wreck?

Make their relationship into a list of A03 tags.

Who gets frustrated more easily? Who does the other calm them down?

Have they ever almost lost one another? How does it effect their relationship?

Their S/O is tipsy. How do they handle it?

Who gives the best gifts? Who gives the more thoughtful? Who goes for expensive?

If they ever lost one another in a public place, how do they find the other?

What's the darkest secret they have ever told one another?

Would they ever consider marriage?

Would they ever consider starting a family?

Who likes kids more? Who can't stand them?

There's a puddle in one's way. What does their S/O do?

One has hurt their leg on a hike. How does their S/O carry them?

Their pet has caused destruction. Who puts the pet in jail? Who defends the pet?

Who gives flowers to their S/O? What sort of flowers do they like?

Who reads the newspaper? Who wants to see the cartoons?

How do they wake their S/O up? Is it difficult to rouse them?

Who would burn the world down for who?

Who gives off "they said no pickles" energy?

Make a meme of this ship.

You can ask me about: Nikolai/Misha, Alekks/Erika, Katya/Marina, Hadrien/Art

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All of these will be posted eventually (bc I always draw what I want lmfao) so think of this more as,,,, which one you wish to see first.

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Oh my god I never reposted my Stalker!AU

I posted this on my old account before shifting to this one and I never reuploaded it :'))

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No, Sir; Yes, Sir; Maybe, Sir.🔞

Mid-Game ChalcanCoyle exploration under the cut

Synopsis; Coyle finds out just how Chalcanthite asks for what he wants- and it's not by saying 'yes' or 'please.'

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Coyle liked touching his dog- fuck, he loved touching his dog; he loved grabbing his wrists, digging his fingers into his waist or hips, groping at any part of him he could reach, he loved it, even if it seemed his dog wasn't particularly fond, himself. Still, his Challie never pushed him away nowadays, and that's good enough for him.

At least, it was good enough for him, up until recently.

It was something he noticed back when all of this had first started, back when he'd make sure it would hurt; Chalcanthite's expression would almost never change. He'd never moan, or cry, or even let out a whimper- all Coyle was ever rewarded with was harsh breaths and laboured panting, and ultimately, he didn't really mind that. His dog's silence during their 'roughhousing' was helpful when Coyle wanted him during a trial with other reagents running about, and now that he was an ex-pop and could afford to distract his dog even further without putting his life in jeopardy, he'd fuck him in the trial setting even more, knowing that not a peep would escape his dog's lips and give them away.

But there was still one issue:

No moaning, no propositions, only offering back innocent touches to Coyle's face and hands unless otherwise prompted... Coyle had to wonder if his dog ever started liking what Coyle did to him, or if he'd just learned to accept an abuse that the Prime Asset wasn't even trying to enforce anymore.

Even now, under him, his dog has an expression of concentration, eyes closed and eyebrows furrowed in focus as Coyle's hands roamed him, working under his shirt. It was starting to piss him off.

"Open your eyes," He breathed lowly, and he watched Chalcanthite's ears twitch before long dark lashes fluttered, revealing asymmetrical brown eyes, looking back at him expectantly. Coyle's fingers trace along his dog's ribs, feeling his dog catch his breath at the light, ticklish feeling before continuing to grope at his chest. Chalcanthite twitched the slightest bit, and the officer was annoyed to find the subtlest tilt in his dog's head, like he was about to turn away.

"Tell me you want it," He ordered, hands pausing for a moment. Chalcanthite stared at him, his expression finally having shifted from that angered default to instead be replaced by something confused- incredulous, almost.

"Huh ?" His dog asked, sounding much, much dumber than he actually was as he leaned his head in the slightest bit, as if he genuinely couldn't tell if he'd heard Coyle right. The older man held back the urge to roll his eyes, sucking in a strong breath of smoke before blowing it right in his dog's face.

"Tell me you want this," He repeated, voice firmer than before. Chalcanthite's ears flicked back, but Coyle could tell almost immediately that it wasn't in fear, watching his dog's eyes grow sharp with indignation as the man shifted on his back, seemingly inadvertently pressing further into Coyle's violating hands.

"Fuck you," He hissed through his teeth, baring them in a snarl. Coyle shifted on his knees from where he was straddling the man under him, anger burning under his skin at his dog's disobedience. It was a simple task- tell Coyle that Chalcanthite wanted him to touch him, tell him that he liked what they were doing, what they'd been doing.

"Boy, if you don't fuckin' tell me right now that you want this," He growled out, frustrated, before taking a second to collect himself. Slowly, his hands continued to work his dog's sensitive breasts, and he watched his dog twitch again before squirming into a more comfortable position. He didn't fucking get it- back when it was violent, back when Coyle wanted him to hate it, his dog had no issue screaming at him, cursing and swearing and everything else in between that would've had him banished from the very church he followed, what was it about th- ?

...

... Ah.

Coyle narrowed his eyes, and he held back a sharp grin.

"Do you want me to stop ?" He tried instead, just to test it, just to test it- and he got his answer.

Chalcanthite's jaw noticeably tensed, grinding back and forth as he stared at his master, pale, freckled cheeks finally finding a rose tint as he too realized that Coyle had grown wise to him. His dog blinked slowly at him, once more not giving a response, not even a single sign the word 'yes' was about to leave his lips.

Coyle chuckled, the sound low and raspy in his chest, and he could hear his dog's tail instinctively begin to thump against the floor under them both as he brought a hand from under Chalcanthite's shirt to instead tug his cigarette away from his lips, allowing him to lean down and press his face into his dog's warm throat. The Ex-Pop grunted, being jostled as Coyle manhandled him into spreading his legs further, dragging him closer until both of their clothed groins were pressed together and the dog could feel his master's erection.

"Making a big deal out of nothing," Chalcanthite insisted, but there was a telltale quiver of embarrassment in his voice. The Prime Asset pressed a warm, open mouthed kiss to the other man's throat.

Warm breath bathing pale, flushed skin, "Heaven forbid you make anythin' easy on me, Honey," He sighed, relief he'd never admit to bleeding into his flesh now that all of the pieces had clicked into place.

"Thought I'd made it obvious when I didn't try to kick your head in," His Challie retorted, voice bitter with exaggerated resentment as he tried to deflect the topic, but his voice was turning strained as Coyle's hands finally returned to the task of feeling up the now confirmed-to-be willing body under him.

That was it, then, Coyle's mind settled- Chalcanthite's 'yes' was simply the absence of a 'no.'

... He could work with that.

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Emphasis on Blue 🔞

Late-Game ChalcanCoyle under the cut

Synopsis: Chalcanthite considers Coyle for a little too long.

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He wouldn't call it love- he doesn't think Coyle would, either. He doesn't know, he's never asked. No, Chalcanthite wouldn't call it love, but it doesn't change how ever since being transferred to the Experimental Population, they've been... different. Something changed, in how Coyle saw him. Something's been changing, in how Coyle saw him. How they see each other, maybe.

Leland Coyle is not a gentle man, and the ex-reagent doesn't know if he ever would be, but there's still a kindness to him, now. No- maybe not a kindness. A softness ? It hurt his head to think on it.

It was enough of a change for this to be possible.

For Chalcanthite to sit on the ground next to him at his desk, resting his head against his thigh as his eyes lowly drifted between closed and open- he'd been so tired lately, he didn't know how Coyle could be so active for every trial that a reagent ran, Chalcanthite thinks he's going to die of exhaustion if they keep showing up in their trial setting. It was a good day, though- a good trial.

No survivors.

Coyle had watched him kill a man, had watched him gravely injure a woman.

Coyle had said he was a good dog- he did a good job. Chalcanthite was embarrassed to admit that, somehow, Coyle's praise did to him what Easterman's praise never could; it made him feel proud. Accomplished. Like he'd done something good.

He feels Coyle's hand find the top of his head, fingers idly combing through his hair as he presumably read whatever document had his attention at the time.

Chalcanthite didn't know when his own descent started- when his mind decided to consider Coyle as a possible option for companionship- all he knew is that one day, the blue of his baton caught on his face just right. He didn't realize something so complex could start so simple. Chalcanthite saw something in the light of rogue electricity that made his head hurt and his chest feel tight with grief, something that made him lock himself in his room and read and reread and reread Coyle's documents.

Coyle's hand shifts, and Chalcanthite dips his head the slightest bit to allow him the back of his twitching ear.

His tail wags at the attention.

Blue was Chalcanthite's favourite colour, and god damn if Coyle didn't look amazing surrounded by it. He holds his breath as he considers his master, eyebrows tilting downward in thought as he feels his face heat up at the visual of Coyle laced in his own power. He looked like an angel, entrancing Chalcanthite with a halo of blue lightning.

He shifts the slightest bit on his knees, carefully headbutting Coyle's leg to further get his attention.

"Honey," Coyle half-heartedly acknowledges him, the endearment quiet on his lips as he's clearly still deep in thought as he stares at his paperwork. The dog presses his cheek against Coyle's thigh before running his face against the fabric of his pantleg, eyes facing upward towards his master who finally looks down at him. Coyle's lips quirked up in a smirk at the sight of him, and Chalcanthite immediately shoves down the indignant feeling to hit him over it. Wordlessly, Chalcanthite tilts his head like any other dog would, eyes still locked on his master as he does so. The Prime Asset let out a small, amused huff at his dog's clear attempt to garner attention.

"Alright," The man conceded, gently nudging Chalcanthite away before turning his chair to face him, leaving the man kneeling between his spread legs as he resituated himself in his seat, arm resting against his desk as he stared down at his dog.

Chalcanthite's tail thwacked against the ground, giving away his delight as his expression remained perfectly controlled as he shuffled closer the slightest bit.

"There's a good boy," Coyle purred lowly, leaning forward to once more give a firm scratch behind Chalcanthite's ear as his dog's hands worked at his belt buckle.

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Mommy and Daddy play w/ the family dog

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"Always been a starer, ain't'cha ?"

Synopsis; Coyle finally talks to Chalcanthite, man-to-man. Chalcanthite doesn't like what he hears.

Pre-Game ChalcanCoyle under the cut

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Chalcanthite, much to his own chagrin, can't help but stare- not when Coyle's walked up to the bars of the security room, not when his voice is low and controlled, so unlike every other time the hybrid had run this trial. One of the dog's ears flick uncomfortably. He presses his lips into a thin line, unsure of how to respond- because how the fuck would he respond ? It's... it's weird. It's a weird fucking observation for the man that's supposed to be trying to kill him to have.

"Jus' like that... always lookin'. Always seein'. What'cha see, Honey ?" Brown eyes search the cop's face, making note of an expression that seems far too pleased with the words its owner uttered.

"Nothin' of interest, I'll tell you that much," Chalcanthite hits back easily, and he felt his chest grow warm with anger when Coyle's smirk widens into a full grin.

"There's that pretty voice..." The Prime Asset purrs, and the reagent's hands flex instinctively as he steels himself, the sudden urge to wrench his hands through the bars separating him from his own opposition, to rip Coyle through them like it were a cheese grater-...

Chalcanthite purses his lips, ceasing that line of thinking. It won't do him any good.

"You've heard my voice before," The reagent points out flatly, and he takes care to re-neutralize his expression. This man wants nothing more than to hurt him- has done nothing more than hurt him. He can't give him a fucking inch. Coyle chuckles, breath puffing smoke.

"Yellin' and swearin'... it ain't the same," He sighs through a toothy grin that felt a little too sharp. Chalcanthite blinks slowly, a chill trying to run up his spine when, even behind those damn stupid shades, he felt eyes trailing over him. "I like it; not a voice you hear from a normal man. Makes me wonder what sounds you can make. How high I can make you go."

Chalcanthite forces back the urge to scream- Coyle was just trying to get under his skin, that's it. They both knew damn well that he was just as man as any other motherfucker with their dick swinging, and so Chalcanthite wasn't going to let a little snide comment get a reaction.

Instead, "Don't you have a generator to be cutting off ? Or are you gonna let me have an easy day and let me just take the snitch ?" It was obvious bait, but Coyle always seemed to fall for the louder stuff- especially if the way his jaw clenched was anything to go by.

"Tryna get rid'a me, Honey ? I thought we could have a nice, sweet conversation... Get t'know the man I been chasin' after." Coyle spoke through his teeth. Chalcanthite's teeth ached, and he clenches his fists even as he forces his posture to stay lax.

"Oh, so you admit you're chasing me ?" He asks boldly, cocking an eyebrow, "Why ? Other reagents don't get your rocks off anymore ? I'm sure there are plenty of freaks back in the sleep room you could coerce into something easy."

Uh, oh ! Wrong phrasing, Chalcanthite !

The man's smile returns tenfold.

"Ohhh, Honey- you jus' don't get it, do you ?" He breathes, voice shifting into something that makes Chalcanthite's skin itch. The Prime Asset stepped forward, head lowered as he gripped the bars separating them, grin unwavering. "I ain't lookin' for 'easy'... I'm lookin' for loud," Coyle growled through his teeth, and Chalcanthite couldn't hide the sudden discomfort on his expression anymore. "I'm lookin' for loud; I'm lookin' for angry, I'm lookin' for fearless. Naw, Honey, I'm lookin' for the one man army that looked me dead in the eye on the brink of his own death and promised he'd kill me." Coyle was practically panting at the thought, something darker in his grin, something that held a promise Chalcanthite wasn't sure he could handle seeing fulfilled.

Bile rose in Chalcanthite's chest at the reminder.

He'll never forget when Coyle first killed him. He'll never forget how bad it hurt- how violated he felt. He'll never forget the copper on his tongue, and he'll never forget spitting blood in the officer's eye, telling him that he'd wrench that prod out of his hand one day- he'd rip that stun rod away, and he'd show him the truth of God.

"I'm lookin' for him..." Coyle's voice rose Chalcanthite back from the harsh memory, "I'm lookin' for you, Doe-Eyes... an' you better believe that when I catch you ? I sure as shit ain't lettin' you go..." Nothing. There was fucking nothing Chalcanthite could say to that, not without making whatever weird ass mood Coyle was apparently in worse. Instead, just as before, he stared. He refused to look away from the man and his silent dare, even when he finally pushed himself off of the bars of the security room, even when he took a few steps backwards, eyes still locked on him from behind his aviators.

Chalcanthite's hands clenched into fists as he set his jaw, watching with hidden relief when Coyle finally turned his back and made his way down the path to the parking garage.

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"The Daily Affirmations of Mutual Victimhood"

ChalcanCoyle under the cut.

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Thinking about how their traumas insist upon them

(Script written by user 'megannn_lynne' on Twitter)

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E'en though it be a cross that raiseth me

ChalcanCoyle under the cut.

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You can look at them, and you see a God Fearing man. Sometimes, you're not quite sure which man it is, though.

(Script written by user 'eesirachs' on Tumblr)

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Chalcanthite doodle bundle

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I'm pretty sure both of you are homophobic but you're also both gay so it cancels out

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shoutout to selfshippers with low or no empathy! your f/os know that what defines you are your actions, and not your ability to feel other people's emotions or not! they wouldn't think you're a monster or evil, or are somehow lacking something that makes you human. even if your f/o is more empathetic than you they love you to the moon and back!! they really like that they can discuss heavy topics with you without making you upset, or that they can vent to you about their personal problems easily! you are so awesome and cool and loved and they will forever appreciate you

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Perception Check

Sometimes shit like this happens and it makes me wonder if Scam is actually real lmfao (based on an actual event while playing last night)