#And I adore how that goes with the story

[fragmentedblade]

I'm playing Bailu's sidequest again and, well, same story

[inthewychelm]

eddie...you're still on the phone

[becauseplot]

Penciled Lines

(Cross-posted on ao3, if you prefer to read it there. Reblogs still appreciated!)

Missa wakes up, and he thinks he might be doomed. This doesn’t scare him nearly as much as it should.

Missa is awake early—by his own metric, anyway. His nocturnal nature causes “early” for him to mean “early night” and not “early morning.” Regardless, “early” means that Philza is not asleep yet, still going through his nightly rituals. “Early” means that Philza is sitting up in (his? their?) the bed, pillows propped up behind him, notebook in his lap, sketching away.

And when Missa wakes up to the soft scritch-scratch of a charcoal pencil on textured paper, his forehead just so happens to be brushing Philza’s hip.

Missa can hardly breathe.

Oh no.

He knows that if he gives any indication that he is awake, Philza will stop sketching, close his notebook, shift himself over until he is politely seated on his side of the bed, and greet Missa with a friendly smile. Philza has done it before, when Missa wakes up early. That’s how Missa knows he’ll do it again.

Thus, Missa can hardly breathe—his breaths have to be the slow in-out of sleep. He can’t so much as twitch, either. He has to keep quiet and play dead or else he’ll be found out. Seen. Caught living the lie.

“Husband,” Philza calls him. They’re not married. They share a bed. They’re hardly ever in it at the same time. They have a son and a daughter. Neither of them know Missa very well. Philza has had an extra set of armor and a skull on his backpack for months, waiting for Missa. Missa doesn’t even know Philza’s last name.

Philza is a good man and a good friend—and Missa doesn't deserve him. Still, he takes what he can get. Curls around it. Hoarding every innocent kindness Philza extends like a starving creature: the generosity of a backpack fully stocked with equipment; the trust Philza places in Missa to watch the kids when he’s asleep; and now, the courtesy of not moving his hip from Missa’s forehead to ensure his “sleeping” isn’t disturbed. Missa clutches all of these little offerings in his greedy claws and hugs them into his chest, even as the guilt eats away at him.

Because, regardless of the lack of mutual feeling, he loves Philza. He loves him so, so much, and that is why he is doomed. He can’t afford to lose what little he has. He can’t cross that line. 

So Missa lies beside Philza, forehead pressed against Philza’s hip, pretending to sleep so he can imagine that they’re not just lying in bed together, but lying in bed, together; and later, when Missa truly wakes, he will sit on his side of the bed and look at Philza’s face soft with sleep and think about how lucky he is that he still has a side-of-the-bed to begin with.

Missa doesn’t mean to drift off. When it starts to happen, he’s hopelessly torn between shaking himself awake and thus giving himself away, or remaining how he is, silently fending off the inevitable. In the end, Missa clings to that scritch-scratch sound of Philza’s pencil on the paper for as long as he can before the fog at last pulls him under. 

Eventually, he dreams. In fact, he dreams of the calloused fingers he dreams of every night, hands like his own, an artist of Death, cradling and shading the contours of his face—a softness dashing charcoal across his jaw, and over his cheekbones, and perhaps on his lips, too, if he’s lucky. Defining every edge of him.

~*~

A deep sigh. Phil stops sketching as Missa shifts in his sleep. He tilts his head up so that the tip of his nose is now just nearly brushing against Phil’s hip. The motion disturbs the wild splay of his dark hair, revealing more of his face: eyelashes, cheeks, warmth. Tender blush of something Stygian and otherworldly. New.

Phil’s lips tilt upwards. He turns to a fresh page, and he starts again.

[kerrtesy]

What would Bowser and Luigi's rel- body guarding life be like one a day to day basis?

You know that one dude that just seems to have a job at every store. Like you just see that one dude everywhere no matter where you go. That's him, he mainly helps out with the paperwork and acts as a glorified nanny to the koopalings, along with a few other things.

He does help out in fights but he is very much a glass cannon. So negotiations and spying are his specialty. In relation to Bowser majority of his job is like this:

Hope this answers your question! ^ - ^

[bazingerrr]

They want the slash reader stuff

I’ve been mashing the F/O’a together in funny situations

Oops

I blame riddlerverse

[myfanfictiongarden]

[dawdlecentric]

Man, this doujin isn't fucking around

Meanwhile, Seikuri in the background...

Doujin: Flashbackers by Totobe

[sonknuxadow]

is "drawing sonic cute is bad and tarnishes the franchise's reputation" really the new sonic fandom discourse now. because ive seen several people mention it and its making my brain explode

[coyotefather]

feeling a touch guilty for wanting the current d&d campaign to be over sooner literally ONLY so i can start a proper overly-decorated too-fancy journal for the next character in the next campaign. i just wanna serve bujo cunt

[wacky-nameless-inventor-24]

Just the bisexual and his menace-to-society bf.

[fragmentedblade]

Also, Velite/Argenti actual OTP. What's that post about the hero walking into the story and the friend aware of the tropes walking alongside them right into danger because even if they know, because they know, they can't let the hero go alone?

[madokasoratsugu]

kyara/baku and hal/baku are such good ships....genuinely adore how their relationships are written. the series could have gone with either romance and itd have been amazing....its choosing your fate vs an ordained destiny.

both playing on an innate trust in each other, differing in the ruthless abandonment if the trust is broken but knowing they will return eventually; two people this similar cannot survive unless revolving around one another, vs chasing one person to the ends of the earth, even if they are no longer waiting for you; two people so different their worlds must revolve around the other or risk their own imploding. it’s the magnetism, the desire to continue choosing each other, even when forgotten, even when dying.

you must belong to/with me, because where else can you be? where else can i?

[mymarifae]

do you guys like them. they are best friends btw they’re gossiping and probably judging people’s outfits or perhaps they are scheming to blow something up

[cherry-bomb-ships]

Was thinking about Robotnik recently, since it was out anniversary and everything, and I thought about that one scene in the first movie where he describes how the only other time he'd ever been punched was by a bully in school, and ya know what?

That made me realize that this petty bitch, WELL into his late 50s, is probably STILL brooding over when he got hit as a kid by another kid. Like yes thats serious shit obviously but also it was a single incident and thats all it took for him to be evil for the rest of his life. You just fucking know he lays awake in the present day just thinking about that kid and being like "ooooh I coulda done even worse to him" like SIR ITS BEEN FIFTY YEARS. YOU CAN STILL BE EVIL BUT MAYBE MOVE ON FROM THAT PARTICULAR INCIDENT

[pokemonruby]

finished the demo for octopath 2... i’m going to throw up i don’t think i can wait another 2 or something weeks guys. it’s so fucking good so far 

[heyzeil]

Holy moly I just checked and I have put 370 HOURS into freakin MIITOPIA on the Nintendo Switch