we were drunk off mezcal and my dog had his paws crossed like he was fancy and we were giggling about it and i told you that with the sun coming back i can feel my fingers again and you grabbed my wrist and jokingly shook my limp hands while saying i have you i got you and i wanted to tell you i love you in that moment but it's actually just that it's spring and love actually seems like something that i can afford once in a while so long as i'm not overwhelmed by the crushing weight of having to do my laundry
i don't get so sad on sundays anymore and part of that is you but also part of it is that i've been watching a bird melodrama in the tree outside my window - first the robins had the run of it, then the doves. most recently a family of sparrows came through. the sky was pink today like a kiss, and i felt the pastel wrap in a warm piebald snake around my chest and hum herself into my bones
thank god for every person that forgives me for the depressive spirals i go on every winter without-fail like i swear there are absolutes in this world and it's stuff like. stoats go white in winter. the sun comes over the east. when it gets cold all parts of my soul go numb and the light can't pass through my iris without a tattoo gun. how many times can i tell a friend i'm sorry i wasn't talking to you, i truly wasn't talking to anyone
thank god i can feel my skin right now and you hold my weak little hand in your hand and then you flip it over so you can read my palm and you're smiling while you run fingertips over lines and read out my fate like it says here you like a good grillcheese sandwich and admit it you make salads by buying the pre-made spring mix and i have all your astrology shit memorized and i read your horoscope first when i'm checking my own even-though-i-don't-believe-in-it (but just in case) and i want to kiss you just to watch the blush spread in a tulip from under your freckles in that way it does, how you pull back and wrinkle your nose in laughter
thank god but today for the first time in a month i finally texted my friends back and actually made plans to hang out (how's that! barring disaster!) and i let my dog put his big muddy paws on my nice sweater and yeah actually when it's bad i always think i can't do that again. i can't crawl back up that mountain
but the sun touched me on the face this morning and we had a nice long talk about it and i said i gotta go the long way again huh and she nodded and shook back her solarflare hair and looked over to her moon girlfriend and she said you can do it. better things on the horizon.
Hazbin Hotel - Alastor Prequel Comic (”The Radio Demon”/”A Day in the After Life”)
Mirroring from the main Hazbin Hotel website in case the site goes down for some reason, and also to keep track of what was posted when (and thus when it became canon). Go read it on the original site. First page here.
-He would get you alone, most likely in his camper.
-Mundy would enjoy your struggling. Watching you struggle and cry as he violates you makes him tingle inside .
-He would shush you and kiss you slowly, looking into your eyes deeply.
-You would be his now, only his. If anyone took that away they’d be sorry. Your body is a temple which he guards from any man.
Spy
-He would get you somewhere vulnerable, like in the shower or in bed asleep.
-The Frenchman would be invisible of course, using this advantage to find a good position.
-Once he has you underneath him, he will reveal himself. He might even take his mask off to show off your only love.
-You would get ravished with his kisses and love bites.
-Afterwards he would tell you that you deserved it for denying him for so long.
Medic
-He would ask you of course. You have 3 chances. If you deny him once, he will repeat the question. If you deny him twice, he will explain to you and beg you for it. If you deny him for the third time, he will tie you down to a table.
-He will refuse to take no for an answer, you must be claimed by the doctor!
-He whispers such beautiful German things into your ear as he makes rough love to you.
-As you reach you peak he kisses you, telling you that you wouldn’t be sorry.
It's hilarious to me when people complain about AO3 and its policies, and what they allow on the site - but it's ESPECIALLY funny when people complain like "Why can't the freaks make their own site and just go there?"
Sweetie... AO3 is the site for that. Y'all invaded our space.
Wattpad and FFN still exist. Go there. They're as shitty and G-rated as you want. You can't have the luxuries that AO3 offers if you're gonna be a little bitch about its policies. Imagine walking into a strip club and complaining about the alcohol and naked ladies when there's a god damn Dennys next door you could have gone to. Christ.
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