#danger-flammable

[kiwibirdlafayette]

Saw something about gay country music in your tags. You ever listen to Orville Peck? :)

I HAVE NOT NO 👀 About to go listen to his stuff rn omg

[stix-n-bread]

Draal making an suv look like a clown car, "USE YOUR BLINKER!"

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it was while drawing this when i remembered that apparently they share the same voice actor

[editoress]

I trust you to pick someone 💋

The man is Toragesh without a doubt.  As if his olive brown skin and dark hair didn’t stand out enough in a central Alridian marketplace, he smiles widely at you to show sharp canines.  But it isn’t that which should worry you; you have no problem with visitors.  It’s the way he smiles, cocky and greedy.  His clothes are far too fine.  Whatever favor he wants from you, good sense demands you say no.

“What is it you need?” you ask instead.

“A guide,” he replies smoothly.  “I’m a quick learner.  But I find it’s so much easier to enjoy the sights with a native.”

He is a quick learner, if he’s telling the truth.  He wants a guide for an ordinary city, but his Alridian has only a little accent to it.  “But why me?  There’s hundreds of people here.”

He grins.  “Some say I’m spoiled.  I’m accustomed to having all the most beautiful things.”

You raise your eyebrows.  “I’m surprised they don’t call you forward instead.”

“My apologies,” he says, though his tone makes it clear that no part of what he says is an apology, “I forget that Alridians are less honest in these matters.”

You snort.  What kind of choice do you have now?  He’s pretty and he just made you laugh.  “Fine, all right.  But you have to make it worth my while.”

“Name your price,” he returns.  His tone is solemn, but that gleam in his eyes is a little too eager.  Honest, indeed!

“You’re getting me lunch,” you decide.  “Alridian men may be less forward, but they offer more than words, you know.”

“Done,” he says, with a quicksilver grin, like he’s a spirit who’s trapped you into a deal rather than agreeing to get you a free lunch.  He reaches over to a nearby stall, carelessly tosses a coin, and returns with an artfully twined sprig of lavender.  “How’s this?”

It’s so unexpected that you blush.  “It’s a start.”  You reach for the flowers.

“Ah, allow me.”  Deftly, he brushes back your hair and tucks the lavender behind your ear.  His thumb brushes your cheek on the way.

It looks like giving a tour of your home city is about to become the most dangerous afternoon you’ve ever spent here.

[pinkevilbobdoesthings]

Made up fic title: And Now For Forever

Okay, so, so, so, this would star Drall, cause I need him back. Some magic goes down and Drall comes back to life. There will be a touching reunion between him and Jim and we’ll finally get to see his reaction to Troll Jim. And things are going great, but there’s small little weird things with Drall like he no longer gets injured and stuff. Years go by and things change, but not Drall. Anyways, it turns out Drall is immortal now. ...I don’t know what happens after this. Like with most characters there would be major soul searching and angst, but that’s not really Drall. He just kinda crashes ahead and uses it to his advantage in the next battle.

[suzie-guru]

I assign you: Freesia

Oooooh, I adore freesia’s scent, I’ve yet to find a perfume that truly captures it! What a complimentary association, thank you! 

[trivialqueen]

18 and 34 for writer ask meme

Thanks so much for taking me up on my retweeted ask memes!

18. any fanmixes you’ve made for this fic/verse?

I make a lot of fanmixes. I’d say a solid 2/3 of my iTunes playlist and basically all of my spotify playlists are mixes for various stories. For example here’s the spotify mix for Bell, Book, and Candle. Generally speaking I put songs on a playlist that: From the movie or show, speak to/about one of the characters, inspire a portion of dialogue or a one shot, get directly referenced in the text, or I know would be spot on to set the scene/mood (usually period stuff, like some of the 80s pop on the Ghostbusters mix).  

34. a scene/paragraph you wrote that you’re proud of

Oh, gosh, now that you put me on the spot I can’t think of a single word I’ve ever written.  Overall, if I was going to point to one piece that I’m extremely proud of it’s the fic Bell, Book, and Candle which is a Ghostbusters 1984 AU. There are a lot of scenes from BB&C which I love, so rather than picking one I’m posting below the cut a snippet of interaction from the longtime forthcoming Chapter 13. For context Winston and Ray are investigating the Manhattan Museum of Art and Antiquity.

Behind him a tall, fit woman arched a dark brow. She was wearing a worn leather jacket and carrying a helmet as well as a pair of heels. It made her crossed arms awkward, but no less pissed off.

“I – um-”

“Look, the museum’s been closed for an hour, I don’t know where you were hiding all that time but you’re going to have to leave.”

“I’m not a patron, ma’m, I’m a Ghostbuster.” I’m a Ghostbuster, it was quite possibly the most ridiculous thing he’d ever said in his LIFE – sober or drunk. He winced a little as it came from his lips. The other dark brow rose in a look of pure skepticism.

“You’re a what?”

Winston sighed. Heavily.

“A Ghostbuster - paranormal investigations and eliminations - we got a call about some higher than normal paranormal activity-”

“Oh no – no paranormal activity here, there’s no such thing as mummies curses-”

“I know that!” He spat, he hated anachronistic uses of the past.

“Good, you’re not as dumb as you look.” Winston grimaced a smile. “But what are you doing here?”

[luddlestons]

spoiler

Spoiler: two bros, chillin in a hot tub, 0 feet apart because they’re very gay but also disasters who don’t know what to do about it or how to tell each other they’re very gay. 

[theprairienerd]

Shout out to @danger-flammable​ for letting my boys rock out to Billy Joel’s We Didn’t Start the Fire in today’s chapter of Wherever the Roads May Run.