Tommy was sure that no matter how long he lived, no matter where he lived, he would never quite get used to the sight of loved ones turning up on the doorstep covered in blood. As Einar shouldered his way inside, clearly not happy with his presence, he couldn’t help but recall Larry turning up at his apartment years ago, newly dead and covered in Maggie’s blood.
He always hated that feeling of helplessness that came with these kinds of situations.
“Wait-- wait.” He lagged behind a little, caught in his own thoughts as he dashed after Einar, following him into the kitchen. “At least-- at least let me help. Dead Boy says I’ve gotten good at stitching people up. It’s at sort of an awkward angle to do it yourself..”
As he spoke he hesitantly lifted a hand, reaching for Einar but not sure if he wanted to be touched or not right now. It could be hard to tell sometimes. He risked a brief pat on the chest, just to reassure himself that aside from the gaping wound leaking preservative fluids, Einar was alright.
“No, no, I’m not alright. I’m definitely not alright.” - DeadNotDeparted
Basic Angst Starters - because sometimes what’s left to the imagination is much more terrifying.
Tommy held his hands up in front of him, close to his body-- I’m not dangerous, I won’t hurt you, please don’t shoot me.
“What can I do to help?” His voice was soft, and he forced it not to croak. Tried not to be flooded with memories of the time Einar had pulled a gun on him, how close he might have been to actually shooting him. “Just-- say the word. Do you need to leave?”
ULTIMATE SHIP MEME!Send in two (or more) names and I’ll fill all this out about the ship! (Tommy/Einar/Painter)
General:
Rate the Ship - Awful | Ew | No pics pls | I’m not comfortable | Alright | I like it! | Got Pics? | Let’s do it! | Why is this not getting more attention?! | The OTP to rule all other OTPs
How long will they last? - FOREVER. Or until 2/3 of them are dead-dead.
How quickly did/will they fall in love? - Einar and Tommy started crushing on each other quickly, but it took a while for it to bloom into full-fledged love on Tommy’s part and even longer on Einar’s. Einar and Painter already had some romantic history and so it just took some time to stoke the embers back into flames. Tommy and Painter fell all over each other like teenagers.
How was their first kiss? - Einar’s first kiss with both boys was adorably awkward and a little intense. Tommy and Painter had some serious built-up tension to release.
Wedding:
Who proposed? -
Who is the best man/men? -
Who is the braid’s maid(s)? -
Who did the most planning? -
Who stressed the most? -
How fancy was the ceremony? - Back of a pickup truck | 2 | 3 | 4 | Normal Church Wedding | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | Kate and William wish they were this big.
Who was specifically not invited to the wedding? -
I doubt there would be a wedding at all, actually. Marriage just seems out of bounds for obvious reasons in legal terms, and they would have other ways of showing their devotedness to one another in emotional terms.
Sex:
Who is on top? - Tommy is a bottom to end all bottoms, but I feel like Painter and Einar would both have their moments.
Who is the one to instigate things? - Tommy or Painter, especially with each other. Einar is much more likely to instigate if he’s high.
How healthy is their sex life? - Barely touch themselves let alone each other | 2 | 3 | 4 | Once a couple weeks, nothing overboard | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | They are humping each other on the couch right now (Tommy and Painter are definitely much more sexual than Einar with either of them.)
How kinky are they? - Straight missionary with the lights off | 2 | 3 | 4 | Might try some butt stuff and toys | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | Don’t go into the sex dungeon without a horse’s head (Again, depends on the combination/situation.)
How long do they normally last? - Einar, being dead, has ridiculous stamina, so things are probably pretty drawn out in the bedroom between all of them.
Do they make sure each person gets an equal amount of orgasms? - Yep, everyone gets a turn. ;)
How rough are they in bed? - Softer than a butterfly on the back of a bunny | 2 | 3 | 4 | The bed’s shaking and squeaking every time | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | Their dirty talk is so vulgar it’d make Dwayne Johnson blush. Also, the wall’s so weak it could collapse the next time they do it. (Once again, combination/situation makes things differ. Tommy likes things rough, though.)
How much cuddling/snuggling do they do? - No touching after sex | 2 | 3 | 4 | A little spooning at night, or on the couch, but not in public | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | They snuggle and kiss more often than a teen couple on their fifth date to a pillow factory. (Einar isn’t a big fan of PDA, but at home he’s prone to a lot of cuddling up to the baes. Tommy and Painter, however, are all over each other even in public.)
Children:
How many children will they have naturally? - If plant babies count as ‘natural’, then three.
How many children will they adopt? - None. They already have enough plant babies.
Who gets stuck with the most diapers? - Whoever is around and not busy. Parental chores are pretty fairly handed out among them.
Who is the stricter parent? - All three of them are pretty laid back; Einar’s paranoia would manifest when it came to things like going out with their friends and such, which would probably be the most ‘strict’ any of them got.
Who stops the kid(s) from doing dangerous stunts after school? - Painter would be the fussiest about that kind of thing. (Depending on the studnt Tommy is either fussing along with him or egging them on. Who let him be a dad, I’m not sure.)
Who remembers to pack the lunch(es)? - All of them pack great lunches. Einar is the best cook, Tommy likes sending heart-shaped cookies and little notes in their lunch boxes, and Painter can get wicked creative with the presentation.
Who is the more loved parent? - Each of the three peepers has their favorite. Between the twins (the two older children), the energetic one prefers Tommy and the sleepy lazy one prefers Painter; the youngest, who is tiny and sickly, likes Einar best.
Who is more likely to attend the PTA meetings? - All of them would terrify the hell out of any PTA. Tommy would probably be the best choice, if only because he’s the most diplomatic of the three and the least likely to brandish a weapon.
Who cried the most at graduation? - Tommy cries about everything.
Who is more likely to bail the child(ren) out of trouble with the law? - Painter and Einar probably won’t like to deal with law enforcement very much for obvious negligible-legal-status-and-definitely-illegal-careers reasons, and Tommy can talk people into doing literally anything, so probably Tommy.
Cooking:
Who does the most cooking? - Einar, probably, though Painter and Tommy would do their fair share.
Who is the most picky in their food choice? - Tommy goes through picky phases, but Painter and Einar wouldn’t eat half of the things he has for lunch on a regular basis.
Who does the grocery shopping? - Whoever has the time, but Einar tries to go as often as possible because Tommy and Painter tend to get distracted and bring back way too much food (but only half of what was actually on the grocery list).
How often do they bake desserts? - All. The. Time. Sometimes Tommy will also bring back some of the spoils of going to bake with Carney.
Are they more of a meat lover or a salad eater? - Fish is probably a major staple in their household, and half of what Tommy eats for ‘meat’ is probably questionably ‘meat’ at best.
Who is more likely to surprise the other(s) with an anniversary dinner? - Painter would definitely love to woo the baes with things like that.
Who is more likely to suggest going out? - Tommy! He loves to spend the night out on the town with his two favourite men.
Who is more likely to burn the house down accidently while cooking? - Painter, by being ‘experimental’. Never trust a chemist alone in the kitchen.
Chores:
Who cleans the room? - Everyone keeps their own space fairly tidy, but Tommy and Einar are probably a bit more neurotic about it than Painter.
Who is really against chores? - painter does not understand why his tubes of paint being everywhere is such a problem you guys
Who cleans up after the pets? - Einar, who is really used to dealing with cat hair.
Who is more likely to sweep everything under the rug? - Tommy does not have the greatest attention span.
Who stresses the most when guests are coming over? - Einar, but not for ‘everything must be clean’ reasons.
Misc:
Who takes the longer showers/baths? - Tommy will spend literal hours in the tub if the baes let him.
Who takes the dog out for a walk? -
How often do they decorate the room/house for the holidays? - Tommy and Painter would be all about the ridiculous over the top decorations.
What are their goals for the relationship? - To stay together happily as long as possible with no one ending up viciously murdered.
Who is most likely to sleep till noon? - Painter and Tommy in equal measure, depending on who was up until the ungodly hours working on their respective job/projects (or if they were up half the night doing other ungodly activities).
Who plays the most pranks? - Tommy, who is an eternal trickster.
Send 2+ characters & a word and I’ll write a 3 paragraph Drabble
The cigarette was held out, fingers loosely trapping the paper cylinder as a stony face regarded the mutt next to him. Demis snorted, wincing as that motion sent a ripple of pain through his face, the cartilage of his nose grinding painfully. He took the cigarette, lighting it with a flicker of magic that left the air smelling acrid and vaguely like glitter. Eddie wrinkled his nose, looking slightly putt off by the whole thing before silently moving to kneel before Demis. Cool gray eyes roam Demis’ face, cold fingers trailing after them, feeling each inch of swollen flesh and broken bones. He’s not a stranger to broken bones, not in the least. Neither of them are, but it’s not nearly as easy to fix a broken cheekbone as it is to fix an arm. He’ll have to go see someone about it later, maybe that friend of Einar’s, but for now he’ll have to deal with the pain and aches. Fingers glance over his nose and he lets out a hiss, eyes flicking down to the pale hand and the thought of grinding out the cigarette into the flesh there was a tempting one, albeit one he forwent in favor of chasing the nicotine high.
The fingers returned, pressing gently on either side of his nose before roughly jerking it back into alignment. A muffled groan escaped from Demis’ lips before he lets the nails of his free hand dig into too-pale skin of Eddie’s wrist. It’s surprisingly soft, for a homeless man with bad hygiene. He waits for Eddie to pull away, or take advantage of Demis’ various wounds. Instead he simply stands, dragging Demis’ up with him before wrapping his own hand around Demis’ wrist, dragging him along the alleyway without a word. Demis tries to escape, letting go and trying to slip his hand from Eddie’s. All that it results in is Eddie tightening his grip and walking faster.
The house they’re holed up in is disgusting, but it has an actual bed that they’re camped out in, Demis being too tired to bitch too loudly about the lodging. The cigarette has long since been smoked to the quick, and he rather misses the acrid burn in his lungs. He doesn’t waste time in straddling the god, rummaging around in the coat’s large pockets for the rest of the pack. Again, his wrists are caught in too-strong hands, and they stay that way, staring at each other before one of them, finally, gives in. Just for a little while.
Send 2+ characters & a word and I’ll write a 3 paragraph Drabble
Einar tastes like chocolate, Demis finds. The overly rich, bitter dark chocolate that leaves his tongue practically curling in on itself while his fingers itch to take another piece. Einar is like that. Especially now, when the hint of formaldehyde tickles his nose and the brief numbness that touches his lips as he tries to kiss the corpse. He’s not sure if it’s magic or if it’s just cold. For all he knows, Einar’s heritage could have finally manifested in more ways than just the undeath thing.
He tries again, fingers catching at Einar’s wrists as he pulls the blackened hands to his face, lips brushing over these digits before alighting on each knuckle. He’s mimicking the sweetness he’s seen Einar’s significant other’s do, the things that make him go still and makes them smile with a heartache-fond smile. Here he can taste the bitter chocolate taste more, and he wonders if it’s something they used on him, perhaps flavored lube or maybe even some of that kinky powder stuff he’s seen for sale on novelty sites. Or maybe it’s like how he originally suspected, and is just part of Einar’s blood, despite the fact that the fluid circulating in Einar’s veins is no longer blood at all.
He gins, all too-sharp teeth and predator eyes, and he can see it makes Einar uncomfortable. Not uncomfortable enough to kick Demis out- That’s never happened so far. So he kisses the palms of Einar’s hands, tongue flicking out to brush against the soft inner wrist. Only then does Einar tug his hands away, murmuring something about getting Demis set up in the guest room. Demis doesn’t mind- he has all weekend to ply his craft with Einar, and gods knows he has some new ‘candies’ that Einr probably would love to try.
Because I cocked up and misread a prompt. Have an oopse prompt.
@deadnotdeparted
Einar isn’t sure about this new drug- he’s never been one for smoking things out of this... contraption, but Demis has been rather sweet as of late; Hands have been kept to himself and there’s been a significant lack of surprise!lap episodes where the small man tried to work his way into Einar’s pants. He’s been... good. He’s even been considerate of Einar’s many hangups, getting them a private alcove up on the third floor of the club, so they can enjoy the music and the people watching without feeling observed themselves. That, and the other drugs, small skull-shaped sugar’d pills in bright neon colors were particularly plentiful that night. He liked them a lot- they reminded him of the poison dart frogs that were so vibrant, so lively. They were like tiny flowers, when you put them amongst the orchids and the creeping vines. He liked frogs like that, small peeping creatures that didn’t harm anything as long as you left them alone. He liked them. And he liked Demis- Good, best friend that he was. He liked Demis, liked the companionship that the other man brought, liked the jobs he brought, too. Which was why he was sitting here, letting the smaller man tease him into smoking this strange substance out of a stranger contraption.
It was long, with a hose and a bubbling section that rumbled like a cat’s purr. He refused to touch the pipe, with it’s serpentine hose, but he would bask in the cloud of smoke that Demis let out with every puff. It smelled vaguely fruity, sweet and cloying, but not like the pills. This smelled more natural, more... restive. He liked it, and would it come in a less bubbly form, he would gladly partake of it. Right now though, he was content to bask. Hours passed, the thumping bass and thundering undertones of music working him into a trance that left him feeling pleasantly buzzed, humming like a bee hive nestled under his skin, warm and comfortable. Tingling, would actually be a better word for it. Tingling. It followed like a wake followed a boat, sending ripples of sensation chasing after Demis’ fingers as they worked up along his arm, his shoulder, his face. He felt his chin being tilted, turned and then...
And then there were lips on his own, the fruity, flowery scent, now a taste, invading his mouth as smoke flowed in, sat there, and then was slowly sucked down into his lungs as he gasped in surprise. The buzzing intensified, leaving the world around him bright and pastel all at once, too dim and not dim enough. He sighed, blinking at Demis. The other man smiled at him, and leaned in again, lips pressing against Einar’s. Einar’s lips parted, and he let out a pleasant whine as the intoxicating taste of flowers and honey covered his tongue yet again.
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“Did they actually put everything in the package this time?”
Tommy leaned against the door frame, sipping at his tea as he surveyed the living room. Half-built furniture, tools, and small bits and pieces were scattered about everywhere-- he didn’t dare step foot into the room for fear of ending up with a screw in the foot. Einar, to his credit, seemed to know exactly where everything was, only occasionally having to look around to find a misplaced screwdriver or Allen key.
“Because if we have to make another trip back, there is probably going to be yelling involved. Unless we get ice cream.”
