#snow and the flame
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ed13d1 · 3 months ago
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we talked about you
vigil ‱ laura makabresku
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waiitwotworkshop · 1 month ago
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*explodes them with mind*
Anyways new chapter out 😛😛
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heartnosekid · 17 days ago
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"As the light is reborn this winter solstice, 
may your heart lift with the joy of new beginnings
and nature's blessings."
a blessed yule & winter solstice to all those who honor this tradition, from my home to yours. - ish 💕
đŸ•Żïž-đŸȘ”-⛄ / đŸ„‚-đŸ”„-🩌 / đŸŒšïž-🍊-🎄
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s0lar-ch3ri · 1 month ago
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wish we could talk but your stone walls leave me hurt
(title is lyric from here we go again by mikayla geier i believe is her last name, theres a tiny bit of arguing but its hurt/comfort guys its not like my other one i prommy)
Troy thought he was pretty freaking great. I mean, he was. He won so many games (3/7, that’s a huge number), everyone loved him (everyone who mattered at least), and he was so awesome (this one didn’t need any explanation). His little bee might be a tad on edge, but that’s fine. No, that’s completely normal and not his fault at all. Nothing for Troy to worry about.
Cog, did it get cold! I mean, Troy’s so smart, he knows snow is cold, but it’s been a bit since it got bad enough to a point where they had him go home earlier (it was NOT from the wipeout, shut up, that didn’t happen, and he didn’t need to tell anyone it happened). It may have been closer to go to his dad’s house, a bit easier too, but Troy liked a little challenge, it kept him on his feet and ready for anything. He wasn’t ever worried to show his dad when he got hurt, or anybody, he just wanted to visit his pretty awesome boyfriend and had no ulterior motives ever.
A feeling Troy wasn’t used to, yet was getting too often to like, was a twinge in his chest as he went to knock on the door. There was the smallest of voices in the back of his head, one saying he’d be turned away and shamed, one who said he’d be unwanted if he showed up in this state. But he’s Troy! He’s awesome, the most awesome, and ever so cool. In fact, dare he say it, he’s the best ever! He doesn’t need to worry. This is Lint, and if Lint loved him, everyone loved him, everyone that mattered.
He knocked on the door.
Lint opened the door, a look of concern on his face as he met Troy’s gaze (who wouldn’t look at Troy with such care, he’s so awesome, right?), looking at him up and down as if trying to decipher what he’d say to a brick wall.
“You’re hurt.”
“Hoo hah rise up?”
“Gah, get inside.”
It seems as though Lint wasn’t charmed the pants off by his totally awesome and not-at-all goofy smile. Maybe he didn’t like when the facial injuries made blood drip from him. Whatever, men covered in blood might be hot. That’s- that’s a normal thought. Yes it is. One hundred percent. We move on.
It wasn’t exactly the first time Lint had to patch Troy up from injuries of steam-sledding. It’s just never been under this kind of circumstance. It’s been after tournaments and such, but not too much Troy going to Lint’s house as the sun was setting to get something cared for. Which, that totally wasn’t the plan, he just wanted to see his boyfriend, who could agree he’s awesome, unlike his dad (well, he totally would, just- it’s complicated, shut up, don’t think about it).
“What was it this time?”
“Huh?”
“The reason you’re this bad? How big a fluke was it?”
“Psh, no, it’s nothing, I’m fine. Thanks though.”
Lint stopped cleaning the wounds. “You can’t be doing this again.”
“Hm?”
“You can’t keep fucking- no, I’m not gonna put up with this again!” It’s a kind of anger Troy wasn’t used to. Troy, however smart he totally is, was utterly lost in whatever Lint could mean. He tilted his head in a way that may or may not resemble that of a confused dog as Lint put down the cleaning tools and stormed to the other side of the room. His hands were shaking (he couldn’t have been cold, his place was pretty warm, strange), and his breathing seemed more stiff, as if he was forcing himself to breathe at a normal pace (not that Troy would know anything about that, totally).
“Dude- I mean babe, my Honey Bee, what’s up?” Troy was a master of words.
“I don’t like being lied to Troy, you- you should know this!”
“Lie-”
Lint turned to yell at him, as if the raising of his voice wasn’t enough to send a message (knowing Troy, maybe it never was). “Every time I bother to ask, it’s always nothing, or something to not worry over, just-” He starts angrily buzzing. He does that.
Troy walked over to him, trying to grab onto his hands, trying to make sense of him. “Can’t you just tell me what’s wrong dude-”
Lint smacked away his hands, they stung a bit (pun unintended). Lint had so much anger in his eyes. Troy caught onto the tears that streamed from them, like a slowly melting ice glacier. “Can’t you just tell me what’s wrong dude?!!”
“I don’t und-”
“TALK TO ME COG-DAMN IT! I CAN FUCKING TAKE IT! I’M YOUR BOYFRIEND, WHY CAN’T YOU TRUST ME?!”
Troy went silent. His heartbeat was pretty fast. He was shaking, but totally from the cold. They were still inside. It was just the cold, yeah. Lint was shaking too, his hands clenched into fists at his side.
“H-”
“Go.”
Normally, Troy hated taking orders. However, this was Lint, and he was Troy, and Lint loved Troy, and Lint was the only one that mattered. He walked into some side room (he didn’t know if he wanted to risk the cold outside with unwrapped wounds), closing the door carefully and sitting behind it.
Troy can’t recall if he’s ever seen his boyfriend so angry. He doesn’t know if he’s just never shown it before. Troy held himself to be so great, and Lint always agreed. He didn’t want to give him any other idea. He didn’t need to give anybody that idea, he was awesome, and he never needed to explain why.
Maybe that’s because Troy couldn’t figure out how to explain why.
As Troy? He’s Troy, he’s gonna always be awesome! As a person? People wouldn’t get it when he explained that. He to them was self-absorbed, vain, an idiot, and thinking how, he’s unsure how wrong he is.
Maybe that was the issue. He was too great.
He couldn’t be anything but great. Not for his dad, not for his team, not for Lint. It was really a lie when he told him it was nothing, huh?
Cog, how many times had he said that? He couldn’t remember. Every small dismissal of himself, the asking without thanks- has Troy ever even said please? Lint has done so much good for someone who was great, so why has someone so bad done nothing for someone so much better than great could be? He took his boyfriend for granted, and yet he’s stayed because
Troy doesn’t know. His greatness? Is he really that? His steamsledding skills? Considering the situation, those weren’t good enough for him, and even if they were, Lint wasn’t that kind of guy. His looks? Not that kind of guy again, no, he thought of nothing Lint could be with him for.
Troy probably wasn’t unlikable, just
unsure if he was dating material.
A knock outside startled Troy, making him jump forward a bit more than he should have. The door opened, a puffy-eyed and tired Lint staring down at a still-injured and looking-like-a-flame-in-a-snowstorm Troy on the ground, slightly wide-eyed.
“I never finished helping you.”
“How long have I been in-”
“My bathroom? 5 minutes. C’mon Sugar.”
Even if he weren’t injured, Troy wobbled up, Lint having himself used as a crutch.
“It-”
“Is fine, now let’s finish up.”
Troy nodded. Lint knew how to bandage well, it was a good amount of tightness. He just watched Lint’s hands, his slightly shaking, something he knew wasn’t from cold. Lint had careful, caring movements. Troy wondered how well he’d do at those. They were both silent, minus a silent hum from Lint as he worked. Cog, he sounded pretty. Troy needed to do better for him.
“I don’t get it,” a breath Troy lost with his boyfriend’s beauty and his own pride.
“Get what?” Lint buzzed at him.
“You stick around, you continue to love me, when I just
Don’t do it right. Why?” Troy was ever so small and fragile, he felt like a thin piece of glass, and the blizzard was coming.
“Because I want to love you.” He said like it was the simplest answer in the world.
Troy snickered a bit. His bee was lovely.
His bee.
“I’m gonna do better.”
“Hm?”
“I’m gonna be a better boyfriend, for you.” He could have thought he was. He just didn’t want to lie.
“...I’d like that, I think.” There was a small smile on Lint’s face, a small snicker too.
A big smile formed on Troy’s face. “Aw, are you laughing at me dude?”
“It’s not everyday you-”
“Yeah? I what?” He was holding back a world of giggles.
“I can’t help but laugh if you’re a bit of an idiot-” He finished up the bandaging, which was good, as Troy grabbed him into the couch and restrained him with a hug.
“I’m gonna get you for that dude!”
Now the two of them were laughing, with Troy bear-hugging Lint, and Lint playfully trying to push him off. After a bit, they settled, Troy simply spooning Lint on his couch.
“I wanna stay over the night.”
“We can arrange that.”
“I love you, don’t know if I say it enough.”
“You have time to do it more. I love you too.”
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cam8503 · 10 days ago
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scoutingthetrooper · 1 month ago
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chasingrainbowsforever · 10 months ago
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~ Orange and Gray ~
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whiteoutzz · 5 months ago
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Idk if these are still open but can I request Flame for the WoF characters?
that scar looks really itchy
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[id: headshot drawing of flame. He has long neck and sharp shapes. He has maroon scales with darker spots on them, a large black stripe on his neck that drips on the rest of the scales, with few spots close to it and salmon colored underbelly and markings around his eyes. His scar runs from his chin through the right eye and further. The eye is orange and permanently half closed. His horns are black, with light cracks in them. He also has black freckles on his face and neck. Flame looks tired, frown on his face and eyebags under his eyes. The background is desaturated red, with white outline around him. / end id]
requests: open (only canon wof characters)
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lionfloss · 2 years ago
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by Jake Knapp
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nokaru · 5 months ago
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eyo this is how a true power trouple looks like
enjoy these complementary shitposts as I scream about matching ObiZenYuki–
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palimpsessed · 1 month ago
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COC, day 11: Wavering
“You can come home now, Lucy.
I stand over two candles, the old one flickering, the new one burning strong. I pour a glass of wine.
Come home, child, I need your help.
Come home to me.”
@carryon-countdown
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waiitwotworkshop · 7 months ago
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She tucks her ugly rat into bed everynight because she sees the beauty in evil creatures. Then when she wakes up to nuiaq nipping at her eyelashes and regrets it. Partly said from experience
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g0nefischin · 11 months ago
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Skeleton time babye
these guys really needed a revamp so here they are :>
lore under cut
Papyrus is technically the deputy sheriff to undyne but she really doesn't let him do much, its more of a title than a job honestly. He keeps trying to prove himself to her by doing risky things to show that he is capable, he's a strong skeleton!
I wanted to give him a classic cowboy look, almost like if someone was dressing up as a sheriff, since his battle body in game is a costume. he has tassels because they look very cool and he is cool. and His special blue attack is a lasso!
Sans is just a guy lmao no fancy title, he is kinda a jack of trade around town though. everyone loves him and he knows pretty much everyone in town on a first name basis. He helps other monsters with their work and and has weaseled himself into getting free drinks at Grillbys.
Sans mended his clothes himself, I like to think both the brothers are very DIY focused honestly. Forgot to note this on the sheet but the brown lower part of the jacket is leather. The ends kept getting dirty and he got tired of washing it.
he sells corn dogs instead of hotdogs, honestly I have no good reason for this it just felt right.
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chlochette-sunde · 22 days ago
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I've finally discovered Radio Company's songs.
Blame me for tinhatting but isn't "City Grown Willow" about Misha?
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natsunenuko · 13 days ago
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Frisk practiced her magic a bit more, besides combat abilities, it makes a great "campfire" on command for cold winter days, haha!
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ibelongtotheclassics · 8 months ago
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Sharing some of my childhood + present anime & studio ghibli OTPs
*uwu* they're so precious for meee đŸ’–đŸŽŹđŸ‡ŻđŸ‡”
< PART 1 / on-going list >
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