#yikes headcanons

[yikesharringrove]

Steve: the ice pack in my lunch box froze my yogurt. call that frozen yogurt.

Billy:

Billy: is everything okay?

[starrystevie]

eddie figures out that he likes steve all because of nancy fucking wheeler.

it isn't often that they find themselves hanging out just the two of them, quite the opposite. this is the first time they've ever done it and the only reason nancy is even stepping foot inside the munson's new government-provided trailer is because she's having a crisis.

"but what does it mean," she asks, voice muffled as her lips wrap around the opening of her beer bottle before taking a swig. her cheeks hollow and her eyes shut against the feeling of the carbonation bubbling up before she fixes eddie with a glare that he doesn't think is for him. "it didn't... feel this way with barb."

and eddie's just sitting there on the couch, rolling a much needed joint for both of them, trying to follow along with what nancy is saying. she's pacing a hole in the carpet and her hands are flying around in a way that eddie himself does when the wheels in his brain are spinning too fast.

"... what didn't feel what way?"

nancy glares at him again and he gets the feeling that it's directed at him this time. he feels himself shrink under her eyes and wants to raise his hands up in surrender (he gives in and does indeed raise his hands in surrender).

"i think i'm in love with robin, please try and keep up."

eddie stills, his hands in the air and mouth open in shock. nancy's still muttering about something but his brain is stuck on the being-in-love-with-robin part of her tirade. it's not an issue, not in the slightest, and sure he's heard of people who... but he's never met someone who actually-

"are you even listening?" nancy asks, her tone firm. she has a hand on her hip while the other is clenched tightly around the neck of her beer. "what am i supposed to do?! am i just supposed to kiss her and tell her that her eyes are my favorite color and that i miss her when she leaves a room even for just a minute?"

"how should i know?! i'm not in love with robin!" eddie responds and he knows it's the wrong answer by how nancy's whole face falls in the span of .02 seconds. she looks like she's on the brink of tears, frustrated or hopeless or sad, and eddie doesn't know what to do with that either.

"but... you know. what about steve?" nancy's voice is soft now, and paired with her puppy dog eyes, eddie almost doesn't process what she says. "how'd you know with him?"

and if eddie thought he was stunned before, this takes the cake. a nervous laugh bubbles out of him, his face hot and heart pounding. his arms feel a bit like liquid and he doesn't know if he's even breathing anymore.

"nancy, i'm sorry but i think we're on two different wave lengths here." he needs to do something with his hands so he starts to fiddle with his lighter, flicking the zippo open and shut until the clink of the metal sounds too loud in the quiet room. "i don't.... love steve."

tears start to roll down her cheeks and yeah, eddie definitely messed up somewhere. she's wiping the drops away furiously like she's surprised they even dared to show up and she's biting her lip in a way that looks like it hurts.

"what are you talking about? of course you do." her eyebrows furrow which makes her look even angrier or disgusted and eddie feels like they're on a tightrope in his living room that's about to snap away from underneath them.

"well yeah, i... love him," he stutters over the words, "like i love you and rob and everyone. but not like... love love."

nancy's laugh sounds way too harsh for it to have come out of her. "are you sure? you stare at his ass more than i stare at robin's." she takes a deep breath, ignores the gasp of indignation that her statement gets out of eddie, and tilts her chin up like she's taking the high ground.

"i do not!"

"do too! and you're always looking for him when you walk into a room, like it doesn't matter if we're there, you only look for him. and you sit right next to him even if there's an open seat that's more comfortable. and you have this little, i don't know, tic when he smiles that makes you wiggle your fingers and you-"

"wheeler, you gotta stop."

"-always listen to him and he does all of that back for you and it's so obvious. i can't believe you didn't know you were in love with steve! you do everything that i do for robin and i'm in love with her so it must mean you're in love with steve and- holy shit i'm in love with robin."

the silence after nancy stops rings loud in his ears. honestly, he hadn't really given it any thought before but it makes sense.

the very idea of steve has his heart feeling a way it hasn't since he was nine and tracy nichols gave him a shiny rock on valentine's day. he does always look for steve when he enters a room, his very presence calming and dependable. he does sit next to him no matter what, their sides pressed together, heat radiating between them like a blanket. and god, when steve smiles, he does have to move his fingers, something to get out these jolts of energy that he feels licking through his veins.

steve is good and steve is a bit of an asshole but eddie likes that and suddenly the line between platonic and romantic seems to have vanished because holy shit, how did he live for the past year without spending every day loving steve harrington?

eddie reaches for the half rolled joint, licks at the paper to close it and lights up quickly. he holds the smoke in his lungs for probably too long but couldn't care less because he's now having a crisis of his own thanks to nancy.

"goddamnit," eddie hisses out as he exhales. "i'm in love with steve."

nancy looks smug, her arm extended as she waits for eddie to pass the joint to her before taking a hit. "that's what i'm saying."

"but i'm not... you know."

nancy rolls her eyes. "it's not going to bite you if you say it, eddie."

"i'm not gay."

the silence seems louder now as the paper on the joint sizzles. there's a dog somewhere in the park barking and he can hear his own heartbeat pounding in his ears.

"neither am i." nancy responds quietly with a shrug of her shoulders. "but i am for robin. and you are for steve."

she passes the joint back over to eddie and stands up from the couch, wipes off imaginary crumbs from her pants like she didn't just turn eddie's world upside down.

"i think i'm gonna go. i have a lady to woo." nancy looks happy. it's a good look on her, one he doesn't see all that often what with everything that's happened to them in the past year. she deserves it, he thinks, happiness.

"let me know how it goes," he calls to her as she stops at the trailer door.

"i will." with a tilt of her head and a with a gleam in her eye, she gives eddie yet another look that he doesn't know if he wants to try and decipher. "you should call him."

eddie snorts and takes a hit, rolling his eyes as he stares up at the ceiling so he doesn't have to look at nancy's all knowing eyes. it isn't that he's scared to call steve, it's that he's terrified. petrified. what would he say? what would steve say? he just figured out that he loves him, he hasn't had time to prepare a whole speech to declare it and-

"eddie." nancy's voice is sharp but certain and part of him thinks that robin is a lucky woman to have nancy wheeler falling in love with her. "trust me. call him."

after she's gone, he finishes the joint. he sits in the silence of his trailer and pulls hit after hit of sticky smoke until it's down the end and burning his fingertips. he stares at the ceiling some more, contemplates what to say, how to say it, how to do anything without throwing up.

he wonders if wayne knows, if he saw what nancy saw, what he thinks of eddie falling in with a guy. he wonders if this will change everything. wonders if it'll change for better or worse. wonders if he'll have to skip town and change his name like he imagined doing after he was cleared of murder.

picking up the phone is easy, dialing is easier when he has steve's number memorized like the back of his hand.

"hello?" steve mutters like he's been roused out of sleep. his voice is scruffy and somehow soft and eddie knows he's going to throw up.

"steve."

"hey, man. is everything okay?"

and it makes eddie's heart flutter in a way that a generic question shouldn't but damn it, he's in love. he's allowed.

"yeah, yeah. everything's good i just-" eddie sighs, scrubs a hand down his face to stop from twirling the phone cord in his fingers. "do you wanna maybe come over? watch a movie or something?"

eddie can almost hear the smile in his voice when he breathes out a yes, thanking whatever higher powers there may be for nancy wheeler.

[allfor-thegames]

when aaron yanks andrew into that hug, a thousand words go between them that are never spoken aloud but mutually understood.

be safe. take care of yourself. don't disappear. we will see each other again. i'm still your brother.

we've come so far.

when andrew finally lets go, they look each other in the eye, just confirming what they already know, before they turn away to start their lives away from each other again.

we should have had more time.

[lovesickf-fics]

Atsumu Kisses (gender neutral)

tw : none

reader pronouns : n/a

Summary : If someone was to describe how Atsumu kissed you, this would be the description

Atsumu's kisses are desperate, theyre hands clutching clothes, arms tight wrapped around whoever the recipient is.

Atsumu's kisses are like him. He's bold, he doesn't ever give half of his energy, he gives it his all.

Sometimes his kisses are vulnerable, he's a complex person, and sometimes it all becomes to much, instead of desperation to be close, his kisses and touches in these moments show fear, almost as if he lets go and opens his eyes it'll be over, Atsumu's kisses are cocky, especially in public.

Without a doubt, there is a press of his lips, smirk still intact, hands running through hair, or cupping asses, or hips. He touches like he wants to memorise his partner all over again.

Atsumu's love is strong. He wont ever slack, he will feel and give with all his heart. Atsumu loves like it's a challenge, but not towards his partner but himself, each day he wants to see one extra smile, or an extra stammer as he throws out a compliment. He wants to love, He wants to give love, Atsumu is a lover, he always has and always will be, his boisterous personality draws people in and his heart keeps them there.

Atsumu will love and kiss and feel with his all. His love is strong, powerful and with no hesitation. He's a burning passion, He will love you like its his only goal, your place in his heart is one no one can compete with, his smile, his praise, it belongs to you. He is yours as you are his.

Atsumu's kisses are unpredictable, unable to pinpoint, sometimes gentle, linked pinkies and soft pecks, Sometimes they trail your body, leaving you gasping as he loves on your weakest spots, biggest insecurities. Breaking you and building you with his lips and touch alone

[rustyelias]

Alright gamers and non gamers I had a dream that I asked Jon his pronouns (graham from mag 003 was also there) so here headcanons for y’all:

How the archival gang would react to being asked their pronouns:

-Jon Archivist Sims: “oh my pro- urm ah well” [extended sounds of gender confused Jon]

-Martin Kpronoun Blackwood: “oh my pronouns! he/they what about you :D”

Tim Stoker: “huh pronouns? he/him I guess I don’t really mind tho”

Sasha James Beloved: “oh well i use she/her but I don’t mind they/them! And yourself?”

not!sasha: “all of them :)” then looks into your soul

Melanie King: “my pronouns? huh she/they… come on mate I have blue hair”

Basira Hussain: “ my pronouns? she/her is there anything else you needed? ” straight away goes back to reading

Daisy: just looks you dead in the eye and goes: 🤷

Elias Bouchard: giggles evilly “oh wouldn’t you like to know” looks you up and down “don’t worry I already know yours” once again evilly giggles and walks away

Peter Lukas : “he/him more importantly stop talking to me >:(” you are now in the lonely wahoo!!

[dailymothanon]

No rush but whenever you have time can you draw more Connie and Florida? I love those cutie patooties <3

I’m trying to get height differences n all that more down ✌️ so I’m pretty sure these two would have quite amount of height distance between them? But yes! I’ve read about these two, I think they’re pretty cute. I’m also trying new things with my art so uhhg might be some changes every now and then!

[littlestkoi-n]

My weirdest headcanon is that at the end of 4th year Remus bites his leg off during a transformation. It's the first moon after his mum's funeral so he's extra distressed and the wolf isn't having it. Pomfrey is terrified when she finds him all mangled and cold from blood loss, and it's the first time James, Peter and Sirius aren't allowed to see him right away. Pomfrey magically sews his leg back together, of course, but like all his werewolf injuries it doesn't heal quite right. Now Remus has to hide his newfound limp to avoid suspicion. It makes Severus question him even more than before though, especially with Professors making up new excuses for Remus' absence after that since, you know, his mum's illness can't be a reason anymore. It also makes James, Peter and Sirius work faster on their animagi master plan cuz "bloody hell he chewed off his leg!"

[lifesteal-headcanons]

why do so many of y‘all say that only the girls can sew i‘ve seen at least two submissions here like that. everyone sews like they’re in a place of lots of sharp things and explosions and accidents it‘d make more sense and be slightly less sexist too. custom clothes and blankets and plushes. fuck it mapicc crochets because it’s a repetitive stabbing motion and it helps get the violence out and keeps his hands busy. ash does the most beautiful intricate embroidery and his clothes are covered in alpona style stitching. people go to leowook to properly fit and fix their suits. lots of things in this world.

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[every-single-day]

Greaser gang as ME (Jyllian) quotes apparently

Darry: take me back to my childhood, no more adultery

Ponyboy: call me among us cause I got the imposter (syndrome)

Johnny: I’ll never do anything illegal because I never commit to anything

Soda: be delusional or have a funeral

Dally: you heard of Greek gods get ready for grief gods

Two-bit: ass on ass, that’s what I call butt sex

Steve: traumatizing him is my love language

Ponyboy: the male mentality… MENtality!

Dally: she’s gonna be meeting and greeting these hands

Soda: I’m going to Texas next weekend

Two-Bit: TEXAS. YEEHAW. WHAT IN TARNATION. YER DARN TOOTIN. ACHY BREAKY HEART.TUMBLEWEED. THIS HERE TOWN AINT BIG ENOUGH FIR THE BOTH OF US

Soda: …

Darry: I shake my ass to this every. Single. Day.

Johnny: I think [Ponyboy]’s love language is being a little shit

Dally: I feel like I’m in my Harriet Tubman era

Soda: It’s actually kinda Aju-mean. Aju-not cool man.

Steve: Everyone needs a little cha-ching in their life. A little chedda.

Ponyboy: what is life if not chance?

Two-bit: I don’t want a midwife. I want a hot wife.

Bonus Cherry: I’m not crazy I’m just a female

[neeeeeoposts]

randum eene headcanons!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

ed can never get sick in his life because of how he lives on a daily basis, he’s built up his immune system against every disease known to man

double d speaks both french and italian, albeit with limited vocabulary compared to english but he probably learned it because of his parents

sometime in the future, eddy had put his hair through so much (hair gel/spray, bleach, dye, etc.) that it’s basically dead now

kevin (canonically) had longer hair but his dad made him shave the majority of it partially because he didn’t want it to get stuck in his bike whenever he was working on it (he misses it)

nazz likes to go to the spa w her mom on days where she’s home

rolf was gifted a phone for his birthday (probably by nazz) but since he grew up in a more country-esque household with little to no technology at all, he panicked and broke the phone

jonny is really good with a saxophone

jimmy and double d made a garden somewhere off the creek where they grow mostly just flowers (started sometime after A Fistful of Ed)

i literally cant think of any for sarah sorry

lee’s hair only covers her eyes bc she refuses to cut it

marie has heterochromia, which is barely noticable at first glance, but still keeps her eye hidden

may watches k-dramas. thats it.

[itsayikeslove]

How the Uchiha are when in love

I love that Uchiha feel so much strongly than your average person so here’s how they feel when in love

Madara: knows that love is vital and important on a fundamental level, genuinely wants to feel it but what the environment of war has put him through taints his mind so he tells himself that he’ll never be loved and never love himself for it will destroy them and him. Envious of those who will put their heart on their sleeve but not stupid enough to allow himself to do it because of his loss and suffering. The benefit of love is just too unreliable for him but he’ll obsess in his mind, never making any move.

Izuna: gets mean. He likes to never acknowledge how he’s feeling because 1. He doesn’t understand it always 2. Romantic love is not important. He’ll feel the butterflies bubble up inside his stomach and what comes out of his mouth is not kindness nor vomit but insults and venom. Hates feeling vulnerable and any connection he’ll sever. Love is something that will stab you from behind and watch as you bleed to death. He’ll have none of that.

Fugaku: is actually the most sane one here. He gets nervous and because it’s such a foreign feeling for him he gets a bit colder than he usually is. He knows logically that he’s in love but emotionally it’s hard for him to let himself feel it, he doesn’t think it’s something he deserves or focuses on but it ends up taking a lot of space in his mind. Is more chill around them without realizing it. Is quite jealous but he won’t make any schemes, he’ll sit and wait for them to come to him.

Obito: He has the views of nihilism and the idea that love will tear your lungs out from your chest as you gasp for breath before it gives you air to live. He doesn’t have the logical aspect of Madara so he fully believes wearing your heart on your sleeve is the easiest way to die. In the short moments where he sits within himself though, he gets physically ill. He’s unable to handle how strong his emotions are and in turn it puts him in fight or flight but he ends up puking. He’ll be on his hands and knees shaking in the corner from dehydration due to vomiting.

Sasuke: doesn’t want anything to do with the source of his feelings. He’d rather cut his arm off before he lets it touch the one he yearns for. Runs from his emotions and will never acknowledge until it’s beaten into him. He’s subconsciously scared of being vulnerable with anyone and puts a cold and mean face on to lead people astray from his genuine emotion.

Itachi: sorrowful and shy. Standoffish though. He knows what he’s feeling and doesn’t act irrationally, which makes him seem aloof and uncaring. Is rather cautious but his kind and trusting nature can override that which can make him believe they’ll never do anything to hurt him. As logical as he is, his love is delusional, childlike even.

Shisui: one of the most secretly unhinged and possessive here. Isn’t afraid of love because it’ll destroy him but rather that he can’t control them. He’s kind and loving, but he’s spent too many years being what other people want and need, he doesn’t even know himself enough to let anybody know him though the parts he does know he doesn’t like. The jealousy, the possessiveness, the need of control. He’ll spiral if he doesn’t have control, but he wants love so badly it aches. So sat in the idea that it’s hopeless because all people die, that he won’t let himself genuinely love another person.

[cringedropsaloon]

Ouuuu

I have a really bad headache and can't draw (it hurts to look at this screen actually)

But

I wanted to share more Wizard and Juniper scenarios.

Imagine Juniper finding out Abigail is the Wizard's daughter—

and not even by making the connection herself, imagine Sam or someone sees Juniper near Abi by happenstance (probably at the general store to get some stuff) and he's like "Abigail, you have a relative over and didn't tell me??"

And Juniper is all surprised and offended at first (how DARE he insinuate she's related to this rando???)

But then she sees Abi's hair. And really gets a good look at her face

Remembers what Rasmodius said about one of the villagers possibly being his daughter and fucking FLIPS.

[sanriokamabodo]

i think it would be cute if one of Douma's worshippers had a kid that was non verbal and can't communicate all that well. So, when it's their turn to talk to Douma, he and them just play board games to help them speak.

A/N: NO BECAUSE I LOVE THIS IDEA AAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

CW's: none, reader has loving parents, douma is really good at card games, not proofread bc i hate reading my own works heehoo, dm me if i missed a tag or if u want to confess ur undying love for me

Your parents are lovely, really. They make sure your every need is met, they spoil you and always tell you how much they adore you.

There's however one thing that frustrates you to no end.

Your parents would beg for years to their lord in the hopes that one day you'll speak.

It's not like you were stupid, absolutely not. If only people would understand how clever you were.

Douma, being the kind person he is (he claimed that title himself) took it upon himself to "help" you.

That's how you ended up in his quarters. Your parents waved goodbye as they left and telling you to be good. You hated it when they treated you like a small child.

Your face had a sour expression as you looked at him. This was the guy who was supposed to "cure" you?

"I don't think we've met before, have we? I'm Douma, but I think you already know that." He jokingly winked at you. "What's your name, kid?" He tried.

Silence.

Douma points a finger at you. "Speak now and I won't tell anyone." He smirks.

Yet again, silence. You quirk his eyebrow at him. Was he really his stupid?

"I'm your lord y'know, it would be rude to just ignore me." Douma whines before throwing himself back against his mountain of pillows.

A smile grazed your lips. Normally you'd just be annoyed by these desperate attempts to get you to talk, however you never expected this side from your lord.

Douma stared at the ceiling for a moment before sitting up, he looked at you.

"Well we've got an hour to kill, what would you like to do?"

You shrugged.

"Would you like to play a card game?"

Your eyes lit up at the idea and nodded excitedly. You loved card games, better yet, you were undefeated at them. Douma looked excited at this opening.

He grabbed a stack of hanafuda cards and shuffled them before dealing them between the two of you. "Are you familiar with koi koi?" He asked.

You nodded, of course you knew what koi koi was. You were the best at it.

"Now, I will warn you that I'm really good at it, but I'll go easy on you, kid."

You snorted at him, making Douma cock an eyebrow at you an amused expression on his face.

"What was that? Are you doubting me? You know I won't let you go off the hook now, huh?" He laughed, shaking his head. You had guts, he liked that.

You beat him. Hard.

"I want a rematch." He demanded jokingly, despite his ego being bruised a bit.

He lost, again. And again. Until finally the time ran out.

"Same time, tomorrow?"

And so you did, everyday from that point on. He'd always make time out of his busy schedule for the two of you to play a quick game, despite getting his ass handed to him everytime.

Douma grew alongside you, he grew comfortable enough to not hide behind fake smiles and playful teasing, he was true to himself around you. He didn't feel like he'd have to fake feeling emotions around you.

"Thank you," you spoke hoarsely, barely above a whisper after months of playing cards with him "for making me feel normal."

Douma, not bothering to look up from his cards, almost like you spoke everyday, returned the sentiment. "Thank you for making me feel normal too, kid."

[spilledmilkfkdies]

Hello! I have a headcanon ask; how do you think the wizards are when they’re sick? (As in ‘having a cold’ sick, not ‘complete and total destabilisation of their powers and turning into a bat demon’ sick.)

Wdym "not 'complete destabilisation of their powers and turning into a bat demon' sick"?? 😔😔 that's my favourite type of sick!! Scurvy close second. But FINE, I guess we'll stick to a cold, perhaps a tummy ache if we dare-

Getting Duman out the way right off the hhhnnnggggg bat. I don't think he really gets sick. In a regular sense. The viruses and whatnot just don't really have anything solid to hold onto like that idk. If anything he is the disease, he carries so much shit in there it's unreal. Could probably give someone the worst rash of their life with just a touch if he really wanted to! Or the plague. Again.

Nah but actually!! If we imagine him to be close to something the average person might consider sick for a sec, for him that might be fatigue, general discomfort for whatever reason, things like that- This creature gets so incredibly moody, snaps at anyone and anything, wants to be left alone really bad. Also often experiences a change in appetite as well, so making sure he gets his fuel is a must, even if he's being a total bitch about it. If the change in appetite refers to him being hungrier though? Genuinely good luck with that. Either stock the fuck up or make peace with the fact he's gonna be out. Doing stuff. Where does he leave it all? Idk the void?? Duman’s insides are an abyss of their own, literally don't worry about it.

Gantlos!!!!! Gantlos strikes me as a very "As long as I can stand, I'm fine." *noticeably struggles to stand* "..As long as I can hold my head up-" type of guy. Doesn't get sick a lot, according to himself. But only because things like a common cold get ignored so insanely hard by him, except for the occasional nose blowing and expertly concealed coughs. If it doesn't leave him bedridden, he simply does not acknowledge that he's sick. He's not above popping a few aspirins though, maybe surprisingly? Healing spells are an absolute no though.

He just doesn't enjoy being "in the way" or a "nuisance", so nobody is allowed to take care off him or be bothered by the fact he's not 90% healthy- Except himself. Same applies to injury cases as well btw. It's not because he doesn't like the care itself, necessarily, it really just boils down to "Surely you could be spending this time doing something more important" but nuh uh. Gantlos get a grip smh. Massive hypocrite btw, literally if anyone else is sick he's the first person to get them whatever they need. How absolutely outrageous that anyone would DARE to try and do the same for him right-

Ogron absorbs all the germs. And I'm not fully confident in saying that; unlike with regular damage, it does nothing for his powers. Because imagine!! He sneezes and something just EXPLODES in the background? Now, does it make sense? Maybe not. But something about snobby, confident, put-together Ogron completely losing his grip does something for me. And I would very much like to explore it. Tbh illness affecting the wizards' powers as a whole is so fun to play around with.. The doors Duman has opened.. But rn I'm grabbing Ogron specifically, both because of the reason mentioned above, but again, the damage thing as well kinda. What's an illness if not your immune system taking a couple hits amirite ahaha- "Oh dude! You seem to be taking damage!! Not to worry though, I got ya covered." *proceeds to provide Ogron with enough magical energy to explode things with his eyeballs* ass immune system smh.

Beside the magic thing though? I bet sick Ogron is so incredibly annoying omg. Coughs once and slips into the role of a dying Victorian child. Take him to see the garden. One last time. Like literally just drink your water and take a nap, there's no need for all of that.

Then we once again have Anagan, our saving grace- In like the least boring way possible, he's pretty chill about it all. He doesn't usually stay sick for very long though, so maybe that plays a part. Just takes some rest, eats his fruits, knows his own limits pretty well and all that. Unless the illness sticks around for too long. Like maybe a day over his usual and he starts getting a bit whiny, but offer him any remedies, magical or not, and he'll refuse with a "Nah, it'll be over soon anyway." ??? Stfu then smh JKJK-

In his defense though, it does depend on what illness he's throwing hands with. He handles colds fairly well, but anything that makes any of his muscles start cramping up is his absolute worst enemy. AND STOMACH BUGS, those put him out of commission no matter how long they last fr. Speedster with a more sensitive stomach than usual? Going through a lot of motion? Nobody wants that. Anagan least of all, he despises being nauseous with his whole being. Who doesn't? Relatable king! What he'd really need then is some company. On the other side of the couch. Do NOT touch him. That's when the others can really tell Anagan is feeling under the weather, the noticeable lack of physical contact. Still can't fully distance himself though, he's just a very social individual like that.

[scarysanctuary]

surprised just how big ghoulcy has been from just the first season, because they didnt get to interact enough for me, but season 2 has the opportunity to be very shippy!

[worthyheir]

Important hair update post. This is the length. We just go with this on this blog.