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i assume you are three bears in a coat with shark for arms

correct. I am three bears in a coat with sharks for arms. I also have sharks for legs. I am very bad at walking.

THIS IS ME PROMPTING YOU TO WRITE ABUT SILENTTREADS BED AND HOW VIC MEETS IT

“This wasn’t how I wanted to see your bed.” Vic jokes weakly, hand clamped over the giant hole in his side. Half an hour, they’d had. Half a fucking hour and then someone’d tried to stab at least one of them more than once and they’d stumbled back, just as Vic was about to see the poor bastard off and give him some time away from his neuroses and it was telling, really, that instead of casting healing on himself he had to wait because they’d laced that knife with something /nasty/ and if anything, Silentread looks-

“It’s Granward.” The taller elf says abruptly and Vic squints at him, as if seeing him for the first time. He looks remarkably well put together for someone who was not so graciously shoved into a wall to prevent a stabbing mere minutes before; long hair still held back in a silver clasp, the line of his jaw tight as he tugs at Vic’s shirt to see what the damage is. “Granward.” It would’ve been nice to know that earlier, and Vic has the presence of mind to apologise about blood on the sheets as they wrangle him out of his shirt and Sil- Granward forces him to lay back, hand already glowing with arcane power. “You, Vic, are a boatload of trouble.” He says, sounding more than a little resigned and Vic’s laughter hurts his stomach but he does it anyway, reaching a hand up to make sure that he doesn’t get blood in his hair. He lets the fingers of his unbloodied hand tangle in the other man’s hair, watching as the strands seem to coil in his palm.

“Yeah, but your bed is really fuckin’ comfortable.” He slurs, the pain in his side all but disappearing, blood smeared on his shirt and the sheets and someone he’s come to- come to care about, very much, looking at him with fond resignation.

“It’s why I sleep in it.”

“Brat.”

#oc: vic #oc: granward silentread #WELL HERE U GO MAE #:V #caveat-monstrum

GIVE ME A DND SHIP FOR 16

You’re getting a terrible ship.- There’s nary a breath between them, Morty wedged against Glenn’s side and Glenn, awkward and gangly, hanging onto his shoulders as they look down at the snapping crocodile mouths below. Their legs are shaking, they’ve been holding themselves up with sheer terror and a good grip on each other. “So. Come here often?” Morty asks, after a beat. “Hopefully less often than this?” Glenn replies, hair flopping into his face as Morty adjusts his hold, the human gripping so tightly to his shoulders that it’s almost as if they’ve melded at the skin. “Because I’m pretty sure these crocodiles are hungry.”“I got that, Morty.” A heartbeat. “....Really, really hungry.”“Thanks, morty.”

#shipost #oc: morty #oc: glenn #the bullshitters of avila #GOOD #caveat-monstrum