#bit of a bisexual disaster

[kindofabisexualdisaster]

[hello! So, I’d been out of writing fanfiction for a LONG time. But! I’ve recently fallen in love with ‘The Owl House’ and it’s reignited my desire to write fanfiction! So, here is what is my first post on AO3 (I’m a Fanfiction.net survivor), since I decided to share it here as well since Tumblr’s getting a bit of a revival! Message me if you have any queries or wanna chat about it! Or, if you wanna read more, I’ll be posting more of this on here in the coming weeks, but on AO3 it is up to Chapter 35, so if you want the link to that, feel free to message and ask! Many thanks!]

The taste of iron was overwhelming Luz’s taste buds as the wind whipped through her hair. But, the sensation was very much so dwarfed by the open gash on her chest that was currently holding a steady flow of crimson dripping to the ground below.

At that moment, Eda was in Harpy form, and was holding Luz aloft while flying at top speed into the deepest parts of Bonesborough

“Ya know, it’d kinda be anticlimactic if something like this were to be the thing that takes me out. I really would’ve preferred if it was in a huge battle with the big ol’ evil mastermind, Belos,” the teen managed, before falling into a fit of coughs that splattered more blood into the winds.

“That’s right kid, that’s why you gotta stay with me until we get you to the Healers,” Eda said, forcing out the phrase, holding back the deluge of tears that was threatening to break through,” You can’t let your story end like this. You know I taught you better than that!”

Luz let out a frayed chuckle at that, and muttered,”Aww come on, Eda. Can’t you tell? I’m feeling better already. Might even run a marathon tomor-“

Luz was cut short for a hacking fit, spraying blood all over the harpy’s feathered chest, sending Eda into a more frenzied flight pattern.

“Hey, hey, kid, it’s okay! Take it easy and just focus on breathing. We’re gonna get you fixed up, and tell ya what: If you can run one tomorrow I’ll get up and run it with ya. No wings or anything!” Eda said, her voice filled with cracks.

Luz went silent for a moment, before she started to shake, and the tears broke through.

“Eda I’m not ready to go… I have so much I need to do… So many people I-“

Comfort the Owlet- preen the Owlet.

The Harpy’s thoughts in her head made Eda pull back the sweat-matted hair from in front of Luz’s face, and gingerly cup her cheek, “Luz, LUZ! You’re not going anywhere kid. They’re gonna fix you all up and we’ll be home for pancakes with King in the morning! I promise!”

Luz cracked out what looked to be a hopeful smile, before her eyes glazed over, and rolled into the back of her head, and her body began to seize.

“SHIT!” The harpy exclaimed, loud enough to wake half the town.

Eda steeled her resolve at this, and dove into a deep dive to pick up her speed, and somehow maneuvered her way through the streets, holding to this speed as if her life depended on it.

Well, not her life.

She carried that speed into the lobby of a larger building- not even stopping outside. Once through the tall open doors, she stopped herself with a powerful backward thrust of her wings, and immediately screamed for all the help she could get, laying the still seizing body of her apprentice on the ground, and cradling her head.

It was mere seconds before she had been swarmed with at least 6 healers, all getting Luz onto a gurney, and getting her vitals. They rattled off important question after important question- but Eda silenced them all when she looked at them and told them Luz was human.

They all stared at her, then at Luz, then to each other with shock on their faces. Then, a familiar face stepped between Eda and Luz.

It was a large, slate grey looking humanoid, with two ragged looking horns adorning his forehead. He wore small, wire-rimmed glasses, and had a deathly-serious expression on his face.

“Edalyn- has your apprentice ever had healing Magic conducted on her? She’s HUMAN! Hells, we don’t know what it could do to the poor girl. We certainly don’t have any human blood to transfuse, and at this point, I don’t know if we could d-“

“Trill, you better not be getting ready to tell me you’re going to do nothing, and just let her die,” Eda growled, her words dripping with the deadliest of venom.

“No, Eda. But…. If we are going to try anything that MIGHT have a chance to save her, it would have to be through healing magic- and STRONG magic,” the demon said, meeting Eda’s eyes with the same intensity,” So you need to make a call. You are her mentor, and guardian. Are you giving us permission to attempt large scale healing magic on your apprentice?”

Eda’s expression met Trill’s, and then it absolutely shattered to one of panic- which….. oddly disturbed Trill much more.

“Trill, I don’t KNOW. What if the Magic just slowly kills h-“

Eda was interrupted by another, more severe fit of seizures from her apprentice on the gurney.

“Eda, I need an answer. NOW!”

Eda froze like a deer in headlights, as she watched Luz’s convulsing body. She was snapped out of it when Trill literally smacked her across the face and directed her face back to himself.

“EDA, NOW! YES OR NO?” Trill demanded, holding her by the shoulders.

“YES!” She shrieked,” DO ANYTHING YOU FUCKING NEED TO!”

Trill nodded, a fire burning behind his eyes.

“We will do everything in our power to bring her back to you,” he promised, before nodding to the team to take her to the back. He pointed to one of the team members in particular and commanded,” Get the ArchMage, this is the highest priority. NOW.”

Trill followed up to the door as the team pushed Luz’s convulsing body through, and only looked back at Eda before passing through the door to offer a determined nod.

Eda nodded back, and then paused a moment, before fully collapsing, and succumbing to the breakdown that had been fighting to burst through. The administrators only watched as her large, bloodied, harpy form was wracked with sobs and wails as she laid in fetal position on the cold, unforgiving floor…

[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 😭😂

[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!

[codeearth]

Happy Halloween!

I can’t believe I invented a bunch of OCs for a vampire story and didn’t draw anything spooky for them last year. For shame!

Anyhow, the vampire is Mihai and the guy who is totally not dying is Josh. They are having a great time, don’t worry about it

[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.

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