#but it's in the past babyyyy

[what-have-i-unleashed]

i just need a little loving

we interrupt this very fluffy wedding series of fics to bring some angst in this household 🙂🙂🙂 if i have to dream about breaking up with my muse then everyone in this has to suffer

the room is messy, with scraps of fabric scattered across the floor and half-finished patterns strewn around. murder stands in the center of the room, the suit draped on his body unfamiliar but not entirely uncomfortable. horror is crouching in front of him, pins held between his fingers as his hands deftly smooth out the fabric and adjust the pattern. each touch is deliberate and precise, and way too tender for what it should be.

“stay still,” horror mutters, as if murder is moving at all, rooted to his spot as he stares down at horror, something dangerously familiar bubbling in his ribcage.

“i am,” murder whispers, his hands fidgeting at his sides. horror glances up at him, and murder quickly looks away, his soul hammering in his chest.

“… i’m going to check the shoulders,” horror says, standing up. murder can’t trust himself not to flush as the other skeleton moves to stand at his back.

“okay,” he replies, his voice uncharacteristically small.  he feels horror’s presence behind him, solid and unyielding.

horror moves closer. the faint scrape of his fingers on the back of murder’s neck sends shivers up his spines. murder swallows, his gaze fixed resolutely on the mirror in front of him. horror looks calm and focused, but his movements are careful, something murder can’t ignore.

“is it comfortable?” horror asks, tugging at the edge of vest, his knuckles brushing lightly against murder’s.

“it is,” murder’s voice is tight when he answers. “all thanks to you.”

their eyes meet briefly in the mirror. once again, murder’s soul leaps and beats audibly in his chest. and he can see it, if only for a second, in the soft smile on horror’s face – something he doesn’t dare name – and he quickly glances away.

“you’re done,” horror says abruptly, moving away, his movements just a little bit too quick. murder nods, letting out a bated breath as the distance between them returns.

killer’s voice breaks the tension, loud and deliberately cheerful. “alright, my turn!” he drags with him a huge makeup bag. “sit down, pretty boy. let’s see if i can make you even more insufferably stunning.”

murder raises an eye ridge but complies, sitting on a chair killer brings out for him. “alright, be my guest.” he chuckles, but it sounds hollow. he’s hyper-aware of horror’s presence just at the edge of his vision, watching both of them.

killer leans in, one hand on murder’s chin, tilting his head a little backwards. his eyelights, still faint, regard murder with something fond, almost reverent.

“you have a nice face,” killer says, his voice quieter. “makes this easy.”

“we have the same face, dumbass,” murder quips back, but it lacks fire. killer chuckles nevertheless, his thumb absentmindedly moving circles on murder’s face. a habit, murder assumes, though his breath hitches at the gesture.

“close your eyes,” killer murmurs, and murder obliges. he can smell the faint scent of roses on killer, so close and yet so far away. killer works fast, and each stroke of brush on murder’s face feels intimate. the air between them is heavy, charged with something they don’t want to say.

when killer steps back and murder opens his eyes, killer’s usual smirk returns, though it doesn’t quite reach his eyes. “there we go. perfect, as always.”

murder looks in the mirror, his reflection startling him for a moment. the suit, the makeup, the care and effort behind it all – it is overwhelming in a way he can’t comprehend. he looks at killer and horror, his chest tightening. “i look ridiculous.”

killer grins. “ridiculously good.”

horror chuckles, chiming in. “he’s right, you know? you look amazing.”

“i-” murder starts, but then stops. he doesn’t know what to say. what should he even say? that he’s suddenly, inexplicably frightened by this, by what’s supposed to be a happy occasion for all of them? he stares at both of them – killer and horror. what are they to him now? his friends? his ex-partners? his… something else? the room feels too small, too packed with ghosts of memories and feelings he doesn’t want to speak about. his throat clogs up, and he forces down his spiraling thought. in the end, he only says. “thank you. for this.”

“no problem,” killer smiles, clapping his hands together. “alright! it should be my turn next now. i will outshine both of you, for sure.”

“outshine, huh?” horror crosses his arms. “we’ll see about that…”

murder laughs, the sound lighter than he actually feels. the three of them move into a long-familiar pattern, their banter filling the room with a semblance of ease, the same routine that they always had – it is hard to beat old habits after all, and there’s just something so comfortable about it. something they don’t want to break after all. something unspoken. something they can’t escape or let go.

maybe never.

[lionbearfox]

irminsul incarnate

[lumiilys]

Great suggestions come up when I’m trying to tag Ed in a post

[harmonytheme]

[rayjayoo]

[ trips and falls down the stairs ]

hello i come bearing phos doodles o(-(

[sumbacky]

life has been a lot so much lately so i drew Them to cheer myself up :^)

[quirinah]

to the ones that encouraged me

[aperfecta-rt]

have a bunch of really old AU Undertale skeletons i'm doubtful i posted here before but are sitting in my silly computer taking up my gigglebites :]

[sotephie]

MY MAN IS BACK Y'ALL

[icecream-and-gadreel]

Don't get me wrong, I love me some "plain text" gay content as much as the next guy, but there's nothing like that deep, deep subtext pining that allows you to explore the 'what ifs' on your own.

Of course Destiel immediately comes to mind because the fucking longing was RIGHT there

But also Hannibal, gay as shit. Longing so deep that it felt palpable. House. Wilson and Dr. House were just insanely, toxically attached at the hip and just w a n t e d. Psych. Gay gay gay.

[silverselfshippingchaos]

one of my favorite things about him in y4 is the constant joking about his divorce

[ivycrownedpanther]

You ever say to urself that ur gonna do a quick 5 minute prayer, and then u look at the time and boom it’s been over 2 hours?? Cuz that happens to me way too many times

[jefferkyleson]

Yo, I'm sad that splatoon 3 is ending (I'm pretty sure it is) but this grand fest almost makes it worth it. I think having such a cool and definite finale is really awesome. I can safely say splatoon 3 is one of my favorite games ever. So glad I kept trying the franchise even when 1 and 2 didn't happen to stick.

[anonymolly]

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[cozza-frenzy]

Memo to self. Having a migraine that follows you into your own damn brain-created headspace - you know, the space your brain created in order for your system shit to make some kind of sense to you - is probably a sign that some bad shit is going down.

Anyway please welcome Ari Webb and Vivien DeMontes to the system.

[alatariel-galadriel]

FINISHED THE LAST DAY WITH MY TEAM FROM HELL!!!! I DID IT!!!!!