#i hope they’re exploded

[v1neyy]

Can you do 7, 10, or 21 ethubs for the mwarch thingy majiggy if you feel up to it :]

This was supposed to be a short lil drabble as a break from my event gifts and I. I don’t know what possessed me to write 1k words but it happened?

Since this went over 1k it’s also been posted to my ao3!

Etho/Bdubs - #7 & 21, a jealous kiss and a kiss to shut them up.

WC: 1022 || original post!

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“Impulse treats me well, y’know,”

Bdubs stands above him, looking down on white hair. They’re right on the edge of the hill, just far away enough from the pillager outpost to not be attacked. Somewhere in the world Joel takes damage, causing him to flinch and nearly cut his finger.

Etho looks up from where he’s sharpening his sword. It’s currently a break period after the first session of Double Life and while he can’t say he hates it, he certainly doesn’t love it.

The soulmates were randomly assigned, logically he knows that. But something ugly deep down in him is fuming—how could Bdubs be paired with Impulse?

The guy he killed for a clock two seasons ago?

How could they be soulmates? Last Life was everything to him, the snow fort haunting his dreams and unfulfilled promises thriving in all of his nightmares.

That game had filled him with regret that still hadn’t left. If he had just given him the life, had protected him better, done anything to save his ally, maybe things would have ended differently for them.

While he doesn’t doubt Joel’s ability to be a good soulmate (he did launch that missile at the crastle with him, all that time ago) but he’s just not Bdubs and he doesn’t want a soulmate if it can’t be him. He’s not jealous.

Bdubs rubbing it in his face doesn’t help one bit.

Sometimes Bdubs doesn’t know when to shut up. Maybe sometimes he doesn’t shut up on purpose, because he knows it’ll get a rise out of him. Either way, hearing the man you’ve uselessly pined over talk about how amazing and perfect his soulmate is to him is not a fun way to spend what’s supposed to be downtime.

“That’s great.” Etho looks back to his sword and continues to sharpen it.

He hears shuffling and feels another leg press against his, Bdubs plopping down in the grass beside him.

“You’re jealous.”

Etho freezes.

“I’m not.”

“You are. You’re so jealous.” He glances over at the man to find a sly grin plastered across his face.

Lowering his sword onto the ground next to him, he turns his head towards Bdubs,

“What’s it to you?”

“Well-“

He doesn’t let Bdubs get any more words out. He’s sick of his rambling, he decides rather impulsively, pulling his mask down and leaving a quick kiss against the other’s lips.

Etho smirks as he pulls away and brings his mask back up. It looks as though Bdubs short circuits, eyes wider than usual with a stunned look.

He’s about to say something cheeky, maybe even a little flirty, when his mask is yanked back down (that poor thing, no regard for its well-being) and he’s thrown into yet another kiss.

This kiss is different—there’s something more intense between the two. Bdubs kisses like a hungry wolf who’s been starved for far too long, taking all he can get and then some more. It’s desperate and messy and feels like heaven.

Once Etho regains his composure he kisses back with the same energy. He needs Bdubs just as much as the man needs him, neither wanting to part when the last of their air slips from their lungs, doing so reluctantly. Mere centimeters hang in the space between while the two regain their breaths.

A warm hand brushes a few strands of white hair that had fallen in front of his face behind his ear. He looks into Bdubs’ eyes to see nothing but a reflection of his own love and admiration shining back at him.

Etho smiles and lets his eyes flutter closed when lips find his own once again.

It’s as if all the fierce passion from before has morphed into something new. Something that wants to give and give until he cannot receive any more, passion and care spilling out from the sides.

He finds himself leaning more into the hand that’s cupped his cheek, his own running through the man’s hair.

A thousand words pass between the two without any voices being heard. Their hearts, while tied to other’s, beat as close to in sync as they can get. Maybe they weren’t assigned to be soulmates but they always manage to come back together, forever circling in each other’s orbit.

There’s something about Bdubs that always pulls Etho back in, no matter how hard he tries to run and hide from all these scary feelings. He could never fully leave despite how hard he’s tried. It’s terrifying to be known like this, to have someone know your every thought and emotion just by looking at you.

To have all his feelings out on display, leaving him vulnerable and weak, just for Bdubs to come in and polish them. He’s done something irreparable to Etho’s head and he wouldn’t have it any other way.

They pull apart for a final time, both smiling and laughing like schoolgirls on a playground.

Bdubs’ hand doesn’t leave its spot on his cheek. The man has seen Etho’s bare face before, but this time it’s meaningful. He watches big eyes trace his features—from his eyebrows, to his eyes, nose, mouth, chin, all of it.

“You’re beautiful.”

Any insecurities he had left vanish. He’s not sure how Bdubs’ words have such an effect on him, they’ve flirted before but this time it’s filled with sincerity rather than their usual joking banter.

Etho waits for him to pull away, to laugh, to mock and belittle, to tell him it’s all a joke, but minutes pass and it doesn’t happen.

Just as he’s about to speak an arrow flies right above their heads, causing them to jump apart.

One of them screams (it was not Etho, for the record) as another arrow shoots past. The men look up to see an angry pillager firing at them, reloading its crossbow to prepare another shot.

He stands and kills the pillager quickly, turning back to Bdubs with a laugh.

There’s no more need to punch Impulse in the face consuming him as the shorter man stands and glares at him, sputtering out some nonsense.

He’s not jealous (Anymore.)

[stoat-party]

ECHO’S HAVING A PRETTY GOOD DAY

[luminut]

ep 45: enemies of the earth

[slamrink]

Nothing to see here just steph stealing glances of klay like he’s afraid he’s going to get caught 😃😃 (via namxsj on twitter )

[bunnidot0rg]

Sniperscout matching pfp icons, as well as some other variations cos I can’t make my mind up LOL!!!

[uzi-x33]

they’re both stupid, where r ppl shipping them to guys? you decide idk, they’re gonna explode

[andyrandyx]

Get bro out of Uganda right now with all these tap dancing faggalitious men 😣😣😣‼️‼️‼️‼️🙏🙏🙏🙏🗣️🗣️🗣️🗣️🗣️🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥

[shalpilot]

well one of us is going to have to change

[veryartsyfish]

Bro is majestic

[5hark-byt3]

My favorite part of splatfests is watching the Squid Sisters perform like bugs under a microscope

[funlazoid]

Colored version of a doodle I made

[rosesofchaosmeow]

Autismo

Nyo!Poliet !! 🇱🇹 x 🇵🇱

Btw Poland is depressed bcz I have a headcanon that when she isn’t being silly, shes thinking abt her past

Poliet is probably one of the more healthy Lithuania x [nation] ships there is

Autismo Autismo Autismo Autismo

[ssruis]

Forgot to mention this on that one post from a few days ago but also I think that rui exaggerating how dangerous his stunts are after tsukasa agrees & tsukasa still doesn’t back down is very Rui Reveling In Being Trusted Completely. Imo. Because literally no one has ever gone “against my better judgement I will be putting my life in your hands even after you say shit that would make normal people back down” to rui before. Emu is also very willing to trust rui about whatever stunt he has in mind but she also doesn’t go “I don’t want to die you mad man” every time. It’s about tsukasa recognizing that whatever he’s doing *is* dangerous and intense, that rui *is* asking a lot from him, and choosing to do it anyways as opposed to balking and running away like everyone else had previously.“I’m doing it because you’re asking it of me and I trust you completely to keep me safe/that this will produce amazing results. even though this is fucking crazy.” & for some reason this makes rui internally giggle and kick his feet like a school girl w a crush. Because he is insane.

[koinubau]

Day 2 - Romance

Horror x Cross short oneshot

(Ignore some mistakes I made this was made in a rush 🙏 sorry guys! Also i know its not the second anymore, hushh)

It was early in the morning, and hearing Cross exercising in the training room was no surprise to Horror. As he exited his bedroom, Horror could hear the loud grunts echoing through the halls of the castle as Cross practiced his fighting skills with a dummy. That poor dummy must’ve gone through some things, it was completely torn in different places and overall completely demolished, yet Nightmare refused to get a new one. He said the current one could still be used and he’d get a new one once this one was beaten to a pulp.

The ex-guard finally stopped slashing at the dummy after a few minutes, panting loudly as he let his comically large knife slip out of his hand and dissipate into thin air. He rubbed his forehead, wiping the beads of sweat on it as he tried to catch his breath.

Horror admired Cross, very much so. When he first met the other he had already noticed how professional and precise he was. It was sort of expected that Horror eventually found himself with feelings for Cross, which ended up being the case for the others too. How could someone not like a man like him? He was kind, did everything he could for his loved ones, and was extremely attractive. Cross was the kind of guy that girls would go crazy about in high school.

Horror got pulled back to reality as Cross went to the other side of the training room to get a bottle of water, which caught Horror’s attention. He finally remembered why he was here: to get Cross to bed.

He pushed the door open further and walked in, quietly making his way behind Cross until he stood behind him. Horror swiftly had his arms wrapped around Cross in a hug, which made Cross smile softly. He put his free hand on Horror’s arm, tilting his head up to stare at his taller boyfriend. “Hey,” Cross said with a sleepy look on his face. Horror squeezed Cross gently, pulling Cross closer in the hug; the action made Cross smile more. “Hey, muffin,” Horror responded, nuzzling Cross’ head with his nose.

“You’re supposed ‘t be ‘n bed,” Horror scolded, keeping Cross in place even as he tried to put his bottle down, he instead took another sip of the water. “I know.”

After a little bit of squirming, Cross finally managed to get out of the tight hug so he could put his bottle on the bench. Horror couldn’t help but think something was wrong, Cross was always one to take his emotions out in the gym, especially very early in the morning.

“Somethin’ wrong?” Horror asked, staring at Cross’ back as he didn’t turn to face him. “I’m okay, H. Don’t worry about it,” Cross said after a sigh, wrapping his arm around himself, basically hugging himself. Horror wished Nightmare were awake, as he was MUCH more experienced with this kind of thing. But he was having a nice and peaceful sleep, Horror could never interrupt that. The way Horror comforts people is with physical affection and food, it seems to work mostly. Sometimes not so much. Horror was unsure if it’d work in this situation, but it didn't hurt to try.

“Alright,” Horror sighed too, looking away for a second. “Wanna get food, since you’re awake? I’m pretty hungry.

Cross chuckled at that, Horror was always hungry. “Sure, I’m a bit sweaty, though,” Cross looked down at himself, releasing his hands from his arms to look at them. His black shirt was drained. “Let’s get ya cleaned up first then,” Horror said, pulling Cross in another hug that Cross couldn’t get out of anymore.

There was a convenient shower room attached to the training room, one that Cross or the rest of the group used after working out or training. Cross protested as Horror took him to the shower, Cross thought that ‘getting him cleaned up’ meant using a wet towel or something. He was wrong and was pushed into the shower with Horror joining him. This wasn’t the first time any of them had showered together, it was a common thing they did for either fun or just for the company. Horror didn’t necessarily need to shower, but he wanted in any way, making Cross blush throughout the whole thing as Horror ‘showered’ him with love.

Once they were out of the shower, Horror took it upon himself to dry and dress Cross before doing so himself, planting many kisses on Cross’ face as he did so. Despite Cross often being the professional little ex-guard he was trained to be, it was easy to fluster him. Horror loved seeing that handsome face light up like a gyftmas tree with just the smallest action of affection.

Cross was now dressed in a white t-shirt with shorts, and Horror wearing an oversized grey shirt with shorts, they were both extremely comfortable. Horror held Cross’ hand as they walked down the stairs in the direction of the kitchen so they could get food for themselves. At this point, Horror didn't care about bringing Cross to bed anymore, only to love Cross and distract him from whatever was bothering him. It seemed to be working, as Cross had completely forgotten what he was upset about.

Horror lifted Cross from the floor and placed him on the counter, giving him one last kiss on the lips before going to the fridge. Horror had decided to feed Cross and himself fruits, fruits were always good. He retrieved two translucent containers that held strawberries and grapes in them from the fridge and placed them beside Cross on the counter. He opened the container with the grapes in it and offered it to Cross, who took it with a smile.

“Thanks, H,” Cross said after a bit of silent eating, looking at the other who leaned back against the container as he ate a strawberry. “Hmn? For what, muffin?” He asked, making sure not to talk with his mouth full as he turned to Cross. “For… all this. The shower, the food, ... you.” Cross’ face turned a little purple again with blush as he said this, turning his head away from Horror so he didn't face him. Horror smiled brightly, if he possessed a tail it would definitely be wagging at rapid speed. The container full of strawberries was quickly set aside before Horror gently grabbed Cross’ face and kissed him. The action surprised Cross for a moment until he started kissing back, setting his container aside too as the two begun kissing passionately.

Horror had leaned into Cross, Cross having his arms wrapped around Horror’s neck as they stayed pressed against each other for a long time. Breath? Never heard of her. They didn’t need to breathe, they could survive as long as they were together.

The intimate moment was soon interrupted as they heard footsteps approaching, both of them having to sadly pull away from each other. They both knew who had come inside the kitchen, Killer. They both turned their heads to face the skeleton who wore nothing but just boxers, meaning he had woken up before Dust and Nightmare.

“… That was hot, dude,” he said softly, but loud enough for the duo to hear.

Cross grabbed a strawberry and threw it at Killer’s face, it splashing on his forehead.

“Hey!” “Dude, get out!”

THE END （╹◡╹)

[what-the-fuck-khr]

photo from someone on Twitter (futi_21_) but there’s this person on Mercari Japan selling the selfie cards from Amano’s exhibit and SAY FUCKING SIKE RIGHT FUCKING NOW DONT PISS ME OFF

[strawberryfaced]

hello I literally just wanna go home right now but unfortunately I don’t know where that is????? anyone interested in making a new one with me??????