#CronusKurloz

[davekat-sucks]

that anon is on point with Damara, I actually find it dangerous how this fandom endorses the idea that crippling someone is okay as long as you agree with the justification or that all abusive behavior/manipulation is as obvious as someone like Cronus does it

so this is a reminder that KURLOZ disabled Meulin AND Mituna and was in TWO abusive manipulative relationships with them, he mind controls Meulin to help him aid Lord English double kill all the ghosts in the afterlife and even gaslights and demeans her by calling her a 'kittybitch'. And he was also stalking Vriska to get her coat so he can help Lord English exist in the first place, and even implied to know/ give Gamzee the idea to get into an abusive relationship with Terezi in vriskagram.

Kurloz is fucking worse than Gamzee or Eridan or Vriska and I'm baffled that he gets away with it and even woobified when this fandom is so utterly obsessed with demonizing male characters or thinking female characters can only be victims. What about him and Meulin? That's a textbook example of a man abusing a woman, can't the fandom activists talk about that instead of constantly reminding us every 3 seconds of the obvious fact that a useless, irrelevant sad sack of shit like Cronus is a bad person?

Kurloz x Cronus aka "Manipulate, mansplain, malewife" aka "Troll Harry Potter and Voldemort" aka "Boner killer" aka "fish bones" is better than davekat

Kurloz x Cronus aka Fish Bones is better than Davekat. We do live in a period where mental disabilities is more of a top priority over physical disabilities to some people, so I wouldn't be surprised they were fine with crippling, even if there cases that leaves people unable to move, hear, speak, taste, or feel anything. It's fucked up.

[hotcawfee]

Kurloz/Cronus fic - unnamed because i wreot it just now and i'm kinda durnk

 there are way less typos in the actual thing

“Hey so, we should totally make out,” Cronus said, sauntering handsomely. “New year and all, eh? Time for new beginnings.” He put one hand on either side of the taller troll’s shoulders, pinning him to the wall: “Maybe we can put this unbecoming hate behind us,” he purred.

Kurloz tipped his head to the side a bit. His face was a mess; he’d let Mituna apply his facepaint and it was a mess, really, Cronus was ashamed for him. DEAD he said, in that shuddery bone-deep-terror voice of his, curdling in Cronus’s mind like a poison. Cronus found it kinda hot.

“Whoah, cat, cool it, your eyes’re glowing all indigo, thought you didn’t like doing the chucklevoodoos where your little pets could see,” Cronus said, backing off and putting his hands up in surrender, laughing. “And of course we’re dead.” He lowered his eyelids so he was smouldering. “Doesn’t mean we can’t fuck, Kurlz.”

DOUBLEDEAD IS WHAT YOU’LL MOTHERFUCKING BE IF YOU DON’T LEAVE ME TO GET MY PEACE ON

Cronus blinked at him. Kurloz smiled placidly, his eyes still glowing vivid-bright.

Cronus realised, abruptly, that they were the only people in this little corner; that the dream pot-plant next to them disguised them from the view of all the other ghosts, who were currently involved in an argument on the dream dance-floor, a smooth expanse of marble that merged less smoothly into the seashore.

Out of sight. Kurloz’s normal no-chucklevoodoo rule … kind of really didn’t apply here, did it …

“Ugh, should’ve known better than to waste my time with you,” Cronus said, putting his hands into his pockets and sauntering back a step or two way quicker than he’d been intending to. “You could never make a matesprit, you’re lucky I can even condescend to hate you. I have better things to be doing with my time, Macreepy. Better people,” he added, with a leer. Yeah, good, that was a good note to end on, he didn’t sound terrified at all. Not that he was.

YOU’RE ONLY HERE BECAUSE NO ONE ELSE WOULD HAVE YOU, Kurloz said, and made a shiver of terror twitch up Cronus’s spine, and Cronus hissed and grabbed a fistful of his tight shirt and kissed him, bit him, really, gnashed at the skin around the stitches, anything he could get his teeth into. Rich blood flowed.

Kurloz pushed him back for a second and made an obscene gesture with his hands, to which Cronus grinned smokily and pushed forward into kissing him again, but Kurloz just clamped his hand around the side of his skull and made him go unconscious.

He woke up with one hell of a hate hangover, half-naked on a beach or forest or something.

“Happy new year,” he said to the nearest stranger, leering, and they looked repulsed – probably some weirdo, then - and drew a weapon. Wow. Damn. This already wasn’t his year.

[bugghost]

Cronus/Kurloz

gross / no / don’t ship / i’ve never thought about this ship but sure / ok / yes / fucking cute / adorable / sexy / perfect / flawless/ i will ship them forever

I don't... I don't get it. But if you ship it that's cool. Personally, not for me. 

They look good together though~