#these fellas gay!! good for them.. good for them

[puppetmaster13u]

Prompt 195

“Oh. It’s you.” 

The entity that had been summoned practically growled, a cloak like swirling galaxies- or was it swirling galaxies molded into a cloak- shimmering around their form. One pair of arms crossed over a chest where a star pulsed with the heartbeat of universes, alive yet dying as lazarus green eyes glowered down at the league and bats alike. 

“You know you could, fucking call, right?” they whined, aura of terror suddenly broken, unnatural fear torn away and leaving all of them wrong-footed and confused.

Well, apparently all of them except for Ras, who had an honest to fuck grin on his face, one that looks almost carefree, if a little feral. Nope. No thanks. Not this timeline-

“But phones didn’t exist last we spoke, ya ‘amar.” 

[moeblob]

Look, I rewatched all of Bravern to try and make more sense of it now that I know plot twists and stuff and honestly how does Lewis never ask anything about the cockpit that he was in for four seconds. I think he should mention it. I think he's allowed to talk about it.

[magicalcraftgirl]

I miss drawing these mfs fr siiiighhhH 😭🙏

[siwy-3]

Queers that I drew for a certain @2bhankfan Comms r open please ill draw you gay people or your favs getting dunked in milk and thrown at a wall

[sickfreaksirkay]

Sir Kay, Seneschal of King Arthur's Court, Harold J. Herman / Illustration from the Mabinogion / The Quest for Olwen, trans. Gwyn Thomas and Kevin Crossley-Holland / The Story of Merlin, trans. Rupert T. Pickens / Illustration from The Quest for Olwen, Margaret Jones / Wace's Roman de Brut, trans. Eugene Mason / The Mabinogion, trans. Lady Charlotte Guest

a collection of sir kay and sir bedivere: companions/lovers/worse, for @queer-ragnelle's may day parade

[stbot]

[vampirecatprince]

I know it's more of a Zack thing, but hearing Sephiroth call Cloud "Puppy" as a nickname with voice acting in the flashback did cause my brain to short circuit

Especially with just how much more fucked up and unstable Remake Cloud is

[cashweasel]

Besties rendezvous 🤍

[that-ineffable-devil]

I'm not currently spamming about Dead Boy Detectives despite finishing it today because I am experiencing a plethora of emotions that I am not yet equipped to speak on but I do have a ridiculously long post in my drafts that may never see the light of day because the show is sooooo good and it has me sooooooo fucked up

[quechl]

just unlocked the felix/sylvian A>> support. what.

[lovesickeros]

☆ lost in orbit

{☆} characters tsaritsa {☆} notes cult au, drabble, gender neutral reader {☆} warnings violence [ implied ], unhealthy relationship {☆} word count 0.6k

She had resigned herself to apathy – to burying her love beneath the cold, hard soil and letting it rot amongst the graves of a long dead civilization, burned to ash in only a day. Yet how quickly it all fell apart in her hands, slipping through her fingers like sand, no matter how desperately she tried to cling to it.

Was she not diligent enough? Was she so weak that she faltered at the first person who showed her genuine trust and affection? Had all her work been for naught?

A part of her revolts – the same woman who watched the sky burn and the ground beneath her feet crumble into ash. It would be so easy to wrap her hands around your delicate throat, to squeeze until you finally saw her as the monster she knew she has always been.

Yet she doesn't think she could. The look of betrayal, of fear..oh, it would ruin her, she knows.

Perhaps that makes her weak. Perhaps you have made her weak.

Perhaps she does not mind as much as she should.

You trust her, after all – enough to sleep in her bed like she couldn't just kill you before you ever knew what was happening to you. Your body was so..fragile, in this mortal shell you descended in. How easy it would be to snuff out your life, here and now.

Yet she doesn't.

Instead, she looks at you like an old lover – with all the love of a woman who had died in the ashes of a dying civilization, of a woman who thought she could love no longer. Emotions she fought so hard to suppress well up in her chest and fill the empty space where she knows her heart should beat. Try as she might – and oh, how she tries – she can never quite stem the affection that consumes her every waking moment when she sees you.

It is like an addiction that she cannot rid herself of, no matter how she tries. She always finds herself back at square one – back to you.

Her hand lingers against your cheek, undue affection filling the empty spaces in her chest until she feels like cannot breathe. She traces her hand along your jaw, her vision narrowed on the softness of your lips.

Yet that same thought rises unbidden to the forefront of her thoughts. Love was a dangerous thing – you both knew that. To let it fester and rot her from within..she would be throwing her plans out the window, and for what?

Because she was too weak? Because the affection and trust in your eyes whenever your looked at her made her feel whole, like she was more then just an Archon playing God with the fate of the world?

You do not even stir as her thoughts toil like a brewing storm. She swallows the lump in her throat, removing her hand like she'd just touched a piece of hot metal. A part of her still screams that it's for the best, that you've corrupted her enough, torn apart her plans in the span of a week, a mere blink in time..

But it goes silent as she leans in, pressing her lips to your cheek. She will not let the thought fester, tonight – she will let herself be weak, if only for another day. If only to covet the affection that she finds herself drowning in for just another day.

And when you stir, she pretends that she had never thought of it at all, that she has only ever known love with you. Even if her heart that does not beat leaves a stabbing pain in her chest in the agony of knowing that even this is futile..

She lets you wake, let's the recognition and the affection fill your vision until she is all you see – two stars locked in orbit, unable to break away.

And when the day comes that you collide, she will be holding the blade that drives into your chest, and she will know nothing but love when she does.

[gay-little-isopod]

dude in my form asked me if i was a lesbian earlier, his reasoning was that 'i don't talk to many boys, and also married my friend' (it's a platonic marriage. me and my wife mentioned the fact that me and my friends will just flirt with eachother sometimes, and he used that as more evidence lmao

[resurgentclass-stardestroyer]

If I ever actually finish this giant Hitaka fic in my drafts it's so over for me

[kantraels]

under a cut because it's derangedddd but the kenna/rinda piece i had a very specific vision for but lack the skill and time to properly execute.

[raizelsknights]

literally no way they aren’t dating

[marinerainbow]

Goodmorning. Question.

.... why's Greasy so close behind Smartass here? In other words, I think we know now who 'pitches', as you put it once-

Ah, nothing like a question about the probability of a ~close friendship~ between two cartoon weasel gangsters in the morning XD

Sooo... You guys wanna give each other some space? You are on the job after all; you gotta focus on work, not each other... No? Fair enough. What you guys choose to do ain't my business.

(*cough* Well, if we go with your headcannons, Greasy is the one with more experience- or rather any experience compared to his boss... Yeah, that and along this picture, I'd say that's enough proof to say who's the pitcher in this relationship XD)

Either that, or they just bumped into each other while running out. Or Greasy is being a good right-hand man/friend and watching his boss' back- literally in this case. That's the only other reason I can think of that they'd be so close in this shot (but you know me- I'd ship a cereal box and a spoon if they're set too close together on the table. So I'm going with the ~close friendship~ explanation here XD)