HI HELLO PLEASE READ THIS FIC
(don't like tomarry?
THATS FINE.
Read it anyway!!!!!
It's only in the subtext
BUT THE CRACK IS
REAL)
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Phoenix is minding his own business, wistfully and pathetically rereading his texts with Edgeworth when Pearls walks up to him, asks him, “Mr. Nick, who’s your sugar dah-dee?” and walks away before he can respond. Understandably, Phoenix’s brain takes about 3-5 business days to reset and fully process the statement; he wakes up in a cold sweat a week later.
“Holy shit,” Phoenix says, “I have a sugar daddy.”
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the red eye is just a redstone prosthetic. the other one? well. hm.
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there are so many amazing and powerful benders in atla but what i love about zuko is that whether or not he can use his bending in that moment has zero (0) bearing on how much he’s going to absolutely kick your ass. no bending? that’s fine - he’s got swords. no swords or bending? that’s fine - he’s literally just going to beat you up. if you’re REALLY unlucky then you get all three. as a treat.
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Shadowheart, unblinking, staring at Tav across the campfire because everyone knows they snuck off with Astarion after the tiefling party last night: does fucking a vampire count as necrophilia?
Everyone: *freezes*
Gale: *drops his big spoon into the breakfast pot, spattering some on Lae’zel*
Wyll: *startled coughing fit*
Halsin: *genuinely considering the question*
Karlach: *whispering to Wyll* what is necrophilia? does that mean, like, a thing about necks, or what…?
Tav: I…I think I need to go lie down.
Astarion, returning from his morning hunt a few moments later, emerging from the woods and taking in the strained camp-mosphere: why is everyone being weird? who died?
Lae’zel, still angrily cleaning herself off: you
Gale: *drops his spoon again, seconds after successfully fishing it out the first time*
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