#quinnpost

[junk-thunder]

*assumes you to be spherical on a flat and frictionless plane*

[junk-thunder]

mutuals do this w me

[oscquinn]

thinking about stealing quinn hoodies because he always looks so cozy and then snuggling together and taking a fat nap

just woke up from a delightful nap and yeah. i need this so bad.

finishing your sunday morning shower and heading over to your shared dresser for a pair of cotton panties and one of his hoodies, which you pair with your fuzzy slippers. quinn is in the living room making breakfast bagels for the both of you; bacon, fried egg, cheese, and avocado on your latest batch of homemade sourdough bagels, you tried a sun dried tomato and basil recipe this time. and quinn smiles, commenting on how cozy you look as he beckons you over for a good morning kiss.

the rest of your lazy sunday morning is spent on the couch, catching up on a tv series you were watching together. it bleeds into the warmth of the afternoon, where you open the windows and spend a short time after lunch doing a bit of housekeeping. but of course you and quinn end up on the couch again, your body snug against his own as quiet music plays from the tv <33

[judginghyenasbytheirspots]

til the pride lands end ...

[ofhedgehogsandpumpkins]

I am being petted -w-

Reblog to petted me

[junk-thunder]

she exhibits a level of attitude and sensuality matched only by the intimates section on the J.C. Penney website

She has no songs where she needs to be doing this but especially not PART OF ME????

[trivalentlinks]

i am very sleep deprived again, so here is sleepy trivalent's Leverage Prompts Part n for some large value of n:

So, pre-canon demon AU where human-demon interaction is rare. Where it exists, it's usually in the form of the human binding the demon to themselves for the rest of the human's mortal life (so the demon has to do whatever the human says for the rest of the human's mortal life, which, for magical reasons, they cannot extend indefinitely) in exchange for the human's immortal soul after the human dies.

Demons cannot actually move around the human realm without a contract allowing them to do so, and even with a contract, they can only use their magic as dictated by the contract (usually, this means they can only use their magic to carry out their human's orders)

Anyway, Quinn is a demon, going about his normal demonly life in some other dimension, when he gets summoned to San Lorenzo by Eliot at Moreau's request.

Moreau proposes the usual kind of deal to Quinn, Eliot's soul in exchange for Quinn being bound to Eliot for the rest of Eliot's life.

Quinn takes a look at Eliot's whole Situation with Moreau and says to Eliot,

"Hm, I don't know, your soul's not in the best state, maybe you can sweeten the pot for me."

And Eliot's thinking, look, he's at rock bottom here and still digging, what else could he possibly have to offer?

And Quinn's like, "How about this, make me some human food--I haven't had that in decades, and last time was... not your species's best work. If you can make me something better than the tuna salad jello the last guy fed me, then we can talk about a deal."

And Eliot... Well, Eliot hasn't cooked in a while. Thinking about cooking reminds him of a kitchen in Belgium and a man who taught him how to use his hands to create instead of destroy...

In other words, Quinn's found the one thing that hurts possibly more than offering up his eternal soul. Eliot wonders if it's a demon thing that Quinn was able to do that. [It's not. Not entirely, at least. Quinn does actually like human food (except what he was fed last time).]

Still, Eliot's pretty sure he can do better than tuna salad jello from the 1950s, so he heads to the kitchen.

However, after deciding that Eliot's food passes the better-than-tuna-salad-jello test, Quinn secretly tweaks the contract in demon legalese in such a way that it's not immediately apparent that instead of

(Eliot's eternal soul + Eliot routinely cooking Quinn meals) in exchange for (Quinn's service for the rest of Eliot's mortal life)

it's actually

(Metaphorical pieces of Eliot's soul, expressed in the form of a meals cooked for Quinn) in exchange for (Quinn doing tasks at Eliot's request for the rest of Eliot's mortal life, as long as the offering of Eliot's (metaphorical) soul continues in a meaningful way)

Eliot, who is Not Doing Great, does not actually notice this changed meaning.

Moreau knows that something is off, but he can't see a way in which Quinn's end doesn't work out for him, since he has total faith in Eliot's loyalty to him, so as far as he's concerned he will get everything he wants out of Quinn for as long as Eliot's alive. And anyway, it was fucking hard to summon a demon in the first place and Quinn is flat out refusing any other kind of deal, so Moreau's like, alright, we'll take it.

As far as Eliot and Moreau are concerned, the contract works; Quinn is doing what they ask for, things that require a lot of powerful magic, which would only be possible if the contract is working.

It's only years after leaving Moreau that Eliot realizes he hasn't actually sold his soul.

[lucyvaleheart]

it depends if they're on the field or in the ditch

LET'S GO LET'S LET'S GO LET'S GO LET'S GO

nice. it's gonna get higher though. be prepared for the baseball wall. coming soon from my fucking queue

[quinnposting]

please, richard cissel was my father. call me

[junk-thunder]

his name is shit too

john jacob jingleheimer shit

[junk-thunder]

these buttons from the dying party city go so hard

[sanguinebutch]

hi! i am back after a very long break. i’ve changed my url back to my original one bc i missed it lol

but a fucking HUGE amount of shit has gone down in my life. and it was all awful, so that’s why i disappeared. but i’m back!! i’m glad to be back!! i’m returning to my roots after realising i hated tiktok a lot. i missed you all :D

[quinndlemp3]

go here

[junk-thunder]

my gloopy ass:

*reglobs your post*

[deathrox]

aughhhh pretty boy

[oscquinn]

dad Quinn tapping the glass to get his baby’s attention

THIS ☹️☹️☹️ it would be so fucking precious. the way your young son's eyes light up when he turns around, squealing "daddy! daddy!!"

quinn takes off his glove, signing i love you, just like you'd taught the both of them. your son does the motion back with both hands, waving his chubby fists at his father through the glass.

you make the sign as well, waving your hand at quinn before blowing him a kiss