#they are both idiots your Honor

[lydiablackblade]

Crowley sacrificed his precious baby Bentley without thinking because he had to save Aziraphale

Aziraphale sacrificed his precious baby bookshop without thinking because he had to save Crowley

Tell me they are not in love if you dare. TELL ME.

[ogdegenerate]

Bowser has shit pick up lines.

This is not me saying that Bowser has no rizz, infact he’s very handsome in koopa standards and can be very swave when he wants to be. The thing is that his confidence and presentation is the only thing making up his charisma.

I shit you not, bowser will say the most corniest, cringiest, and downright left field shit to you and grin as if he was a poetic genius.

Peach tries not to laugh out of sheer awkwardness because bowser WILL take it as a successful flirt. The only people who have the balls to point out the koopa king’s lack of game is Mario, Daisy, Kamek, and the older koopalings. (Wendy is very mean about it). Everyone else is either too afraid to tell it to the king’s face or is actually caught up in Bowser’s hype.

Now LUIGI is the only of very few people to actually get verbally seduced by bowser. Luigi doesn’t really have any standards of pick up lines, pretty much because he barely gets complemented and even gets flirted on even less. He also find the goofiness very charming. The first time Bowser flirted with Luigi, he got really flustered, and the koopa kings ego grew three times as big to the dismay of everyone.

Luigi: “Mario, He’s not-a THAT bad!”

Mario: “Mio fratello, the princess with her explosive speech is better with her words!”

Now you think that since bowser can dish it out as much as he can take, and you’d pretty much be right. As royalty, people do sing his praises and talk about how hot he is. But you had to see the flabbergasted face of King Bowser once Luigi muster up the courage to flirt back. It was like if a cave man discovered FIRE. Bowser’s entire face was redder than his hair and eyes. Reptile brain full on blue screened. He was hooked.

And no, luigi isn’t this secret love master, he (and mario) just has that autistic rizz. And bowser not having his feelings reciprocated to someone he was romantically interested for most of his life played a big part in that.

At this point it’s a game of quick draw, whoever flirts first makes the other a red puddle of giggles with a belly full of butterflies.

[daydreamerwonderkid]

Yeah, I'm still thinking about these two :3

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Meme reference under cut

[amielot]

Touch starved round 2

Dream: Who kicked that? Not me.

Bonus:

[goodomensao3tagoftheday]

[sasunarualways]

[jedi-starbird]

No one ever tells Obi-Wan that he is his Master's padawan.

Of course, for most people who had known Qui-Gon Jinn, telling someone else they resembled the the man would in fact be a thinly veiled insult. But still, Obi-Wan feels the absence of comparisons almost as strongly as he feels the absence of his Master.

There is no one for Obi-Wan to push against now, no strong presence at his side, ready to grab him by scruff and pull him back from another reckless stunt. It's an odd feeling. He has been set loose against his wishes. There is no one to his left and Anakin at his heels, but Anakin had needed, still needs, a strong, gentle figure for his prickly but sensitive heart. For even their worst bickering could not hold a candle to the scathing remarks he and Qui-Gon had shot at each other and Obi-Wan knows he cannot push and needle Anakin in the same way.

When Qui-Gon had been alive they had been an amusing, mirrored pair, the maverick and his rule-following padawan. Opposites clashing against each other, yet working together to complete the most difficult missions. Few saw that Qui-Gon's impertinence had indeed rubbed off on his padawan, cultivated from that small, angry initiate, because the only way to rebel against the rule-breaker had been to parrot the Council fastidiously. No one would ever get to see that again. Obi-Wan is one half of a mirrored pair trying to complete a routine on his own. What once was an impish, teasing compliance is now a betrayal of all his Master's values.

"How could Qui-Gon raise such a model Jedi?" He hears them say, "It's admirable that Master Kenobi was appointed to the Council despite his Master's maverick ways."

Padawan Kenobi would have yelled and kicked and screamed. Master Kenobi is serene. It should feel like an achievement. It feels like a disappointment.

Sometimes, Obi-Wan looks at the shape of the man he has moulded himself into, and aches to be his Master's padawan.

[softiedingo]

whenever Charles is asked to choose a side:

[solarmorrigan]

“Get your ass off my counter.”

“Nah.”

Steve huffs. “I literally just wiped that down. Now you’ve got whatever the hell you’ve been sitting in all over it.”

“What the hell do you think I’ve been sitting in?” Eddie asks, one brow raised.

“I don’t know, that’s the problem,” Steve grumbles. “Why do you even need to be up there?”

“I like feeling taller,” Eddie says, sitting up straight to emphasize the few inches of height that sitting on the kitchen island has given him over Steve. “I am king of all I survey.”

Steve rolls his eyes, turning away to finish wiping down the rest of the counters. “King of the assholes, maybe.”

“Aw, baby, you’re giving me your old title?” Eddie asks, voice gone saccharine sweet.

“Oh, fuck off.” Steve turns and whips his sponge at Eddie, who fends it off with his hands, laughing.

“Look, I just think there are much more interesting things you could be doing than cleaning the kitchen,” Eddie says, and Steve can feel his eyes burning on him as he bends to pick up the sponge.

“Oh, yeah?” Steve asks drily. “Enlighten me. What could I be doing that’s oh-so-interesting?”

“I mean,” Eddie leans back on his hands, giving Steve his best roguish grin (he actually calls it that; he uses it when he’s acting out what he thinks of as particularly dashing characters while DMing), “I’ve been told that I’m pretty interesting.”

“That’s one word for it,” Steve says.

Eddie shrugs. “Just giving you the facts, sweetheart.”

“Uh huh. So the interesting thing you think I should be doing is you?” Steve drawls.

“That was the implication, yes.” Eddie nods, smirking down at Steve.

Steve can’t quite help the smile he answers with; sue him, Eddie’s cute when he’s being obvious. “Alright, sure.”

Eddie blinks at him. “Wait, really?”

“Did you want me to say no?” Steve asks, crossing back over to the kitchen island.

“No, no! I just figured I’d have to drop at least one more terrible innuendo before you gave in,” Eddie says.

“Maybe I’m just feeling easy tonight,” Steve says, stepping right up to the island so that he’s standing between Eddie’s legs.

“Yeah?” Eddie asks, looking down at him from his perch.

“Mm.”

Steve reaches up and cups one hand around the back of Eddie’s neck before lifting up onto his toes to close the distance between them, meeting Eddie’s lips in a kiss that he immediately opens up to, making it deep and slick.

He drops back onto his heels when his calves start to burn, and Eddie tries to follow his mouth with a little whine. Steve smiles.

“We can go upstairs and do whatever you want,” he murmurs, looking up at Eddie through his lashes, “just as soon as you clean the counter for me.”

Eddie’s brows furrow, his mind jerked suddenly from the hazy space Steve’s kiss had put it in, all the more startled when Steve shoves the sponge into his hands.

“You can’t be serious,” he says flatly.

Leaning up against the opposite counter, Steve crosses his arms over his chest and says nothing, watching expectantly.

“You are serious,” Eddie concludes.

“The faster you get your ass print off my counter, the faster we can go upstairs,” Steve says.

Eddie slides off the counter with the world’s most petulant sigh and reaches for the cleaner when Steve holds the bottle out to him.

“…show you an ass print,” he’s grumbling as he wipes the kitchen island down again.

“Sounds hot. Save it for the bedroom, babe,” Steve says, laughing when it’s Eddie who turns to throw the sponge at him this time.

[Prompt: Standing on your tip toes to reach your partner's lips]

[corpusdiem-seizethedead]

Angel: Husk let me fell asleep with my head in his lap and kissed my cheek when I woke up. He's so cute. I wish he liked me.

Cherri: *looks into the camera like she's on The Office*

[mellidee]

Meet Noirah (she/her), my half-wood elf, selunite cleric of light :)

Acolyte and kinda Sage (can't be both sadly, playing Acolyte), she traveled around spreading the word of Selune and helping people before a worm rudely got in her eye.

She and Wyll love seeing each other smile 💕

[plus-pirate]

Alastor & Lucifer + Pushing Each Other Away

[jheselbraum]

"Zelda loves Link and is stressing about it because surely Link, hero of Hyrule, her favored knight, appointed for her protection, and her closest companion and confidante, doesn't actually harbor romantic feelings for her. Meanwhile, Link is running around in the background devoting 110% of his being to her and would do anything for her and has actually already confessed, like, five times Zelda just didn't pick up on it because she was overthinking it" and "Link loves Zelda and is stressing about it because surely Zelda, Sage of Time, princess of Hyrule, who must marry royal blood, who lives with Link in his fucking house, who has 10,000 years worth of faith and trust in him, who even as a dragon after she lost her self protected Link, his closest companion and confidante, doesn't actually harbor romantic feelings for him. Meanwhile, Zelda is running around in the background toppling the monarchy and reforging the societal fabric of Hyrule so they can be together. She's also confessed like, five times but Link hasn't picked up on it because he's overthinking it" are two concepts that can coexist

[accio-sriracha]

That's the thing about love isn't it? It isn't always supposed to work. This bright, wide eyed Gryffindor and this broken, stiff postured Slytherin. They were never meant to be.

Love was supposed to be easy.

But it wasn't easy.

For Potter, it was a deep ache in his chest as they passed in the hall. It was a hope he had to remind himself to forget every morning when he woke up.

It was searching the map for that name, his name.

This love was forbidden. It was one he knew his friends would disapprove of.

But he couldn't help it.

He loved this boy with all his soul.

This boy who had no choice. This boy who learned to trust in all the wrong people, to feel in all the wrong ways.

He loved those cold, silver eyes, loved the feeling that shot through him when they connected with his own.

He loved that he could list everything about him, and that his eyes were the only hint at an emotion behind his mask of indifference.

He loved that when they bickered there was always a slight tilt to his lips, like they were taunting each other, like the other felt this strange feeling too.

Quidditch was a nightmare. Watching the other's perfect poise, his eyes darting around the stadium for the snitch.

It was a miracle he'd kept his focus at all during the matches against Slytherin.

Potter loved him in a way that consumed him.

He was entirely obsessed and, honestly, couldn't bring himself to care.

It was hopeless, maybe even a little reckless.

But you don't chose who you fall for.

And, since he was being honest, he would chose him again and again every chance he was given.

~~~♤~~~

[menace-behaviour]

[cannibalhellhound]

More of @screaming-universe dragon au because cat sized dragon Eddie means everything to me