#graveterror

[zonegays]

Terror has his name for a reason... The terror part is obvious, but the Tiny part..? That's even more obvious.

Terror's partner on the other hand is ... Anything but tiny.. which is just another thing Terror loves about them... It also makes them his favorite thing to climb on and his favorite place to sit. It doesn't matter if they're surrounded by other joys, if there's no where to sit or a million free spots, he'll end up in their lap anyways.. couldn't stop him if you wanted to

[zonegays]

Thinking about..... How intimate it'd be for Grave to sew something of Terror's.. Them sitting close and Terror watching as they focus on the craft at hand, silence. Fucker would probably try so hard to refrain from pouncing on them then and there

[zonegays]

Now that the promo has been posted may I say that Terror is a gremlin and Grave's job is to make sure he doesn't accidentally kill himself doing stupid shit. Trying to be annoying and start a fight with them? Terror ends up tripping and falling on his face, and then refuse to admit it happen despite having a bleeding cut on his cheek.

"Good job eating shit." "No idea what you're talking about." "I just watched you try to lunge at me and trip over a rock and slide your face in the dirt." "Maybe the sun's getting to your head because I definitely didn't do that." "You're an idiot, come here."

[dangermlm]

Grave be like *slaps Terror upside the head for making a stupid joke

He loves it 🥺 and he'll admit it too

[silvasboys]

Bad timing

In the worn canvas satchel Marcos had borrowed from Cass were a pair of small pumpkins, and each time they bumped against his hip they reminded him of Adrian. He just hoped that the jack-o-lantern carving was happier than the present moment, because as it stood, thinking of his brother meant thinking about whatever Better Living was doing to him. Even the pumpkins weren't enough to cheer up those particular thoughts, and he felt anger like static buzzing behind everything else.

Ahead were the lights of some sort of dive bar; Marcos had passed it on his way to Weasel's meeting point, giving it a wide berth as he did so. He avoided the bar for the same reason he'd insisted on walking rather than getting a ride; he wanted time away from people. Away from socializing and being polite. So he stuck to the shadows cast by the bright moon, and didn't notice the figure lying on the ground until he tripped over him, exclaiming as he stumbled and only barely keeping to his feet.

[the-radioactive-love]

Grave Terror

Lets get shit faced?