#bit of a bisexual disaster

[rema-rin]

The Party of the Capitalist Apocalypse Campaign. --Roll call-- right to left; Simon - Paladin Human - played by yours truly Nuromai - Bard "Valr" (Aasimar equivalent) - played by @awkwardosthe3rd Niente - Warlock "Vermyn" (Changeling equivalent) - played by @lucaerindales And every NPC is played by DrownedJester

A little blurb to set the scene on how they met --- A priest, a Valr and a Vermyn walk into a nightclub, you'll never guess who ends up getting punched in the face. --- Most citizens of New Morrow of course would guess Vermyn - They supposedly are ungodly creatures that started crawling out from the ocean after the Melantide- when the seas began to turn black; Eldritch beasts large and small, inexplicable in their shapes and behaviors, only useful for their harvestable "Dark flesh", harboring strange abilities. After all, magic is something that cannot be learned easily- so, if you spot anyone with, per say, a pair of spectral hands that can appear in place of 2 missing arms, you'd assume they carry a dark flesh augmentation. However, sailors might disagree with that pick, they know Vermyn can be quite agreeable, some walk and talk like anyone else. So maybe it's the priest; A lightkeeper should be a beacon of virtue, untouched by vices - of course they'd not be welcome at a nightclub, where people come to indulge after a day of worrying how long it'll be before the black sea swallows all. No one would assume a Valr to be victim of such bodily assault - carrying a legacy of providing aid and guidance to humanity, but now few and far between - winged beings of divine blood, but who have fallen not so long ago, their kind dwindling - they'd at most be looked at curiously, entering such an establishment. Yet. Here we are; The Golden Pheasant isn't like most other nightclubs. A Vermyn has been employed there for a long while, working a multitude of jobs under various names. A Priest has become a regular after many months of dancing, drinking and seeking out plenty carnal desires - a well-known secret amongst this community, after all this reckless behavior would get him executed if found out. And a Valr entered one day - looking quite out of place of course, prim and proper, not well-versed in this side of society at all - they found some things they didnt expect to find, but also dug in places they were unwelcome to. Who could've guessed?

[cloud-based-and-rainpilled]

I hope for Good Omens season 3 Neil Gaiman pulls the, "Actually Aziraphale and Crowley don't need to kiss to show they love each other" card because Michael Sheen would personally bomb the Amazon headquarters

[scarefox]

I think he will suffocate if he can't flirt with anyone

+ Bonus: he's so annoying 😭😂

[greencloakedfae]

its a bit of a crime we didnt get charles and polly interacting tbh. i think they would think eachother lowkey weird to start with but ultimately would find it endearing

[livesincerely]

There’s something calling to him, over the smoke and flames, the people and pavement—a hint of the most delectable smell Eddie’s ever had the pleasure of inhaling.

He rises to his feet, faintly aware of Hen calling to him, but it’s a distant concern. Inconsequential.

He follows his nose, stumbling a little over the uneven sections of pavement as he goes, and he’s there’s some primal, instinctive part of him that’s utterly surprised to find Buck at the other end of that mouthwatering scent.

Buck. Of course it’s Buck.

As if feeling Eddie’s eyes on him, Buck glances up from where he’s talking quietly with Bobby, helmet tucked under one arm. His expression brightens, a smile stretching across that gorgeous face.

“Eds!” he says, lifting a hand like he needs to catch Eddie’s attention. Like every molecule of his being isn’t singularly focused on that which is Evan Buckley. “Looks like we’re good to— Whoa!”

Buck smells so fucking good, Eddie notes with a happy sigh, craning to tuck his nose into the space behind Buck’s ear. It’s fucking unfair, is what it is, that he’s been keeping it to himself all this time, hoarding it away when he should know better.

Should know that it’s Eddie’s.

He shifts closer, lifting up on his tiptoes so he can press his mouth to Buck’s jaw, can drag his lips down his neck and shove his face against the hollow of his throat.

Buck makes a noise—low and rough and ragged—and a muscular arm wraps around his waist.

“Eddie,” he says, and god his voice. “What—?”

He wants to shove himself into Buck’s turnout coat right alongside him and live there for the next forever, wants to wear that toasted-cinnamon-sunshine scent like a second skin.

Wants to lap up the taste of it off of Buck’s throat.

“Chim!” Buck yells. “Chim, something’s wrong with Eddie!”

…..

And Eddie knows he’s a possessive, jealous son of a bitch even when he’s not high on inducers, so it’s no surprise to any of them that his hackles are up immediately, his fists tightening around the lapels of Buck’s coat.

But it’s Buck—Buck who’s one of the kindest, gentlest Alphas Eddie’s ever met, Buck, who he’s never seen so much as flash his eyes at anyone, let alone pop a claw or drop his fangs—that bares his teeth snarls, rumbling and furious, cradling Eddie tight to his chest.

And it’s so impossibly hot that Eddie can feel himself getting slick in his pants.

“Buck,” Bobby says firmly. “Keep your head, kid. You don’t want to do anything either of you will regret.”

The next sound that Buck makes is high and wounded. His hands spasm against Eddie’s back, and then he’s taking two huge steps away, his heat—his presence—leaving all at once. Eddie whimpers at the loss.

“Shit, fuck, sorry,” Buck stammers. His entire face is flushed pink, the color creeping down his neck and disappearing under his collar. “You gotta get him outta here, Bobby, you gotta— I can’t—“

Eddie shakes off Hen’s hand and surges forward, plastering himself back against Buck’s front.

“No,” Eddie pleads, and Buck makes another one of those soft, throaty noises, like the air’s been punched out of him. “No, Buck, don’t leave, don’t—“

“Eds,” Buck says. “It’s— Bobby’s right, you’re not in control right now and—“ He lets out a loud exhale; Eddie feels his breath whisper over his hair. “—and I don’t want to hurt you.”

“You wouldn’t,” Eddie insists. “You’d never.”

“Never,” Buck agrees. “Which is why you gotta let me go, let Chim and Hen help you.”

“I don’t want them,” Eddie says. “I want you.”

Buck’s smile is more of a grimace, something horribly sad glinting behind his eyes. “No, you don’t.”

“Eddie,” Hen tries, carefully shuffling forward. “You’re medically compromised, you’re not thinking straight—“

“The only way Buck could hurt me right now is by leaving,” Eddie insists.

He doesn’t understand why none of them are listening. Eddie needs Buck: it’s the simplest fact there is.

“Don’t go,” Eddie continues, nuzzling at Buck’s neck, then leaning in to press a fluttering kiss to his pulse point. “Buck, please—“

Buck groans, a deep, guttural noise, and his hands land ever so gently on either side of Eddie’s rib cage.

“Eddie,” he says, voice tight. “You don’t know what you’re asking me.”

“I’m asking you to come home with me,” Eddie says. “I’m asking you to have my back.”

“Eds—“

“Buck,” Eddie says. “Evan. Come home.”

Buck’s eyes search his face and Eddie knows he’s looking for any hint of doubt or uncertainty. Eddie meets his gaze squarely, begging him to understand, to see.

“Are you even capable of consenting to anything right now?” Buck asks, to Eddie and to the world at large.

“Well, technically,” Chim starts.

“I’m still in my right mind,” Eddie says, and it’s true but he’s not sure if it will be for much longer. He’s hot all over, desire blistering up his spine, over his thighs, searing his skin, but for all that it's suddenly become as imperative as breathing, wanting Buck is nothing new.

If anything it’s become clearer, the feeling distilled down into its purest essence. He wants Buck now because he always wants Buck.

“I’m still me.”

Buck chews on his lip, resolve weakening.

“Please,” Eddie breathes.

[thefisherqueen]

There was a sound upon the stairs, and our door was opened to admit as fine a specimen of manhood as ever passed through it.

It's a wonder Watson can think at all, as distracted as he is all the time by other people's good looks

[justagaycryptid]

Thinkin about an enemies to lovers AU between Morgott and Rigel, my Tarnished, and like atm I'm thinking the main thing about those two is they're incredibly smart if you keep them separate but if you put them together they're the biggest dumbasses in the Lands Between

[pollywiltse]

Ok, now I want a version of Peggy Shippen who is basically all the people going "The fact that André loses all these hot contests just makes him even hotter because there is nothing more attractive than a pathetic loserman", except for Benedict Arnold.

Peggy: "This is my bisexual disaster husband Benedict Arnold"

Everyone else: "He's bisexual?"

Peggy: "Well, he's definitely a disaster"

André: "Wait, so you're saying that if I was, say, plotting treason with an American general, like, for example, your husband, and I, just to pick a scenario randomly, very stupidly went out to meet him without planning how I was going to get back at all, so I ended up having to ride back across the New York countryside in disguise with incriminating papers in my socks, and then when I was stopped by three guys I didn't know while I was still outside the British lines, I very stupidly told them I was a British officer, and then it turned out they were actually Americans and I was captured and hanged as a spy, I'd have a chance with you?

Peggy: "Yes, but you'd be dead"

[d3vilishd00dles]

this man's sense of style tho like- sir is that a

corset I see?

his boots are so fancy, he has an off the shoulder feather boa. his entire fit is just if "Thank you very much." was an ensemble. the fingerless gloves and the spiked leather bracelets I can't-

[coffeeandcalligraphy]

brainwave is realizing Lonan is NOT the fallen angel (Harrison is)

[beck-nightengale]

Might've had way too much fun with the endscreen sequence for the most recent video of my Let's Roleplay series.

This bisexual disaster of a woman, I swear to god...

The song is good, though.

[violetganache42]

I have to say, I quite like Yuna's true ace monster Celeb Rose Magician. She looks rather beautiful and has a neat effect of destroying an opponent's Level 8 or lower monster and gaining an ATK boost immediately after. The colors of the Death Wand Equip Spell also compliment well with the purple parts of her hair and the rose petals.

[cloud-based-and-rainpilled]

For being a humble 200 < followers flop tumblrina, I’m glad my two posts about Michael Sheen’s endless cockthirst have brought some solace in a stupid world. Gay wins!

[thecherrygod]

very niche thought here but currently thinking of a disco elysium x rune factory crossover. specifically in the rune factory universe

your character wakes up without memories and (at some point you realize they had) a mission to fulfill

theres mentions of a past of war and destruction of towns and discrimination

characters that have something wrong with them usually

i think shivers would guide harry into what is wrong and has to be fixed (and into saving the rf world)

also levelling skills like endurance would upgrade his rp and hp, maybe upgrading hand eye cordination would make him good at fishing or something and some maybe could help you with magic and forging and stuff

hed be a farmer who has a special kind of connection with the earth, both going well with him considering taking gardening as a hobby and just.. how he is with his skills and stuff

id also want to take kim on adventures and dates tbh. not just kim honestly thatd be cool to make all the single characters people with who you could go on dates aside from lilienne. also rf(5) lets you be bisexual so...

also having a system for gift giving which people may like or dislike you based on the gifts could be funny bc i feel harry could fuck up with the gifts, and i think the skills other people have and what they like could be... an interesting thing to develop..

also in a way youre constantly changing your clothes, at least your armor, but technically if you have a wardrove and the clothings he could just go out in his pajamas or whatever hed use for swimming and just have your armor and weapons on top of that

anyways im gonna be thinking about it. if im willing to give them game appropiate clothes i may actually consider this more but rf fashion is a nightmare but yeah

[shivasdarknight]

i did one million stupid things; i said one billion foolish things {ffxiv, wolestinien}

Chapter 5: In which Surkukteni gets them lost but as a result brings them closer

❆fandom: final fantasy xiv, ffxiv ❆characters: named warrior of light (Surkukteni), Estinien Wyrmblood/Varlineau ❆relationship: eventual wolestinien, implied: wolysayle, estimeric, estinien/haurchefant ❆dynamic: m/f, referenced f/f and m/m ❆rating: e ❆key tags: xaela wol, bi+intersex+bigender wol, polyam wol, reconciliation fic, eventual friends with benefits, mutually thinking their feelings are unrequited (they're dumbasses), multiwol story ❆content warnings: cursing, referenced canon character death, canon typical existentialism, grieving, blood, blood and injures, gore relating to healing, arguing (the goal is to get better), internalized homophobia, eventual smut, alcohol consumption, self-deprecating/internalized acephobia (demi, it's complicated - check the notes) ❆chapters: 5/? {ongoing} ❆words: 14,008 (43,828 in total) ❆series: How to Obtain a Polycule (ft. Emotionally Constipated Dumbasses)

Surkukteni begins her detour to find the tribe she ran from, and in the process find her mother. As annoying as Estinien could be, Surkukteni is - nonetheless - glad to have him as a companion while she tries to seek closure for herself. But maybe, she's beginning to realize, it's inappropriate to ask a man orphaned by war to look for her still-living mother. Further, maybe it's a bit inappropriate to continue to pester that same man about his feelings for his best and only friend of a decade and why he refuses to act on it.

{Read Here}

[yourartmatters-itswhatgotmehere]

that crush on Kaz truly jumped out. i love Jes and his priorities♥

love love LOVE jesper fahey so much, kaz rips out someone's eye and tosses them overboard and jesper's just like "would he do that for me?" not at all bothered, just wondering if kaz cares about him enough to kill a guy for him. a man with his priorities absolutely in order.