#darg naddpod

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why does naddpod make me draw so many furries im gonna be sick

[self-righteous-god]

coupla guys bein dudes

[whoseyscientist]

darg and grim are married end tweet

The day dwindles into a cold night as the camp settles down for much-needed rest. The cicadas chirp loudly in the dark with the flags pulled down and lanterns hung high. Grim had just finished going over the itinerary for the upcoming war effort making sure that Ma Goblins soldiers were kept in line and out of trouble when the camp's newest headache made their frustrations a community issue.

“Calder one more step and I promise you it will be your last!”

“You can’t just tell me not to get in my feels with that type of view! It’s not fucking fair!” 

“Was it necessary to trample all over my work in the process?!” 

“Sol why does my hairbrush have slime on it!?” 

“It’s mucus!”

His temper flares with the obnoxious volume at which the intrepid adventurers express their problems. Their lack of consideration for those in the camp rubbed him wrong. The big city dwellers have done nothing but stir trouble and mock his troops, all of them catty and snide addressing him and downright ridiculous in the presents of Ma Goblin. 

Personally, if it was up to him they would be out on their asses for insubordination and general douchebaggery but alas to Ma Goblin they were wayward souls more useful dead then alive. 

“Don’t be so dramatic my love,” a voice murmurs into his shoulder face pressed close and breath warm.“they're children.”

“I’m not dramatic.” He deflects puffing out his cheeks and folding his arms, reminding his partner of a fussy and spoilt toddler throwing a tantrum. 

“I feel you tensing, you wanna go out there and yell at them don’t you?”

“Wouldn’t you?!” 

Darg draws lazy circles into Grim’s back smiling sleepily. “Of course not I’m not a grumpy old man.” 

His teasing does the trick and Grim deflates, snuggling closer to his partner grumbling all the way. “No your just a silly old fool.”

There is a bubbling laugh. “My love, you dare say your not a silly old fool?”

There is a pepper of kisses on his forehead with his answer. “I can be both.” 

As Darg settles back down having easily calmed his fiancee he feels Grim lay his head on his chest, his lover rising up and down with every exhale. Just before he drifts to sleep Darg feels the rumble of Grim murmuring something. “You finger guns them and they fall in love with you, what type of devil magic is that?”

Raising an eyebrow he gently lifts his head catching a disgruntled expression on his lover's face. “They probably appreciate the fact I don’t broadcast my distrust of them every conversation and less the jazzy way I greet them.”

“Should I try my own greeting?” Grim asks in the most earnest voice Dargs ever heard.

“Depends.”Darg melts at his lovers expression making a note in his head to ask the adventurers to go easy on his emotional partner. “What would it look like?”