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@owmyeyeballs
Khadgar: Master it’s not- it’s not that I don’t want to but… who- why is there a demon in the corner over there?
Medivh: Hm? Oh, don’t worry about him, Young Trust.
Sargeras: 👹👹👹👹
-five minutes later-
Khadgar: okay I can’t do it with it looking at me like that
Sargeras: 👹👹👹👹
owmyeyeballs replied to your post: When will my archmage come back from...whatever...
Khadgar is sitting in some tavern somewhere, completely smashed, listening to people talk about the war being over and going “OH! DID WE DECIDE KILLING EACH OTHER ISH A *hic!* BAD IDEA? LIKE I SHAID ALL ALONG?”
Can we have a quest to find him and put him to bed? Carry him home safe, maybe start a romance?
That would be swell.
“Oh wow you did it in one expansion. That’s a new record, right?”
from @owmyeyeballs 86, Ineffable Husbands “Don’t be scared, I’m right here.”:
Crowley was sweating so profusely it looked like there was a hole in his ceiling and there’d been a heavy downpour. He hadn’t heard the deeply distressed noises he was making, the strangled half-crying as he mumbled Aziraphale’s name. The angel woke up and turned over. He put a hand on Crowley’s shoulder rocking him almost imperceptibly until he jostled him awake.
“Crowley,” he whispered. “Are you alright?”
“Aziraphale,” Crowley said, his voice croaky and full of uncertainty.
“Don’t be scared; I’m right here.”
“I’m not scared I just....are you here?”
“Yes, I’m here.” The angel repeated this several times as he pulled the demon into his arms and pushed the damp hair off his forehead with his fingertips.
“You’re crying,” Aziraphale said with achingly gentle tenderness.
“No, I’m not,” Crowley said, scrubbing a hand over his face. “It’s sweat, see?”
“Yes, I see,” Aziraphale soothed, cradling him. After several minutes Crowley’s breathing returned to normal.
“Demons don’t have dreams.”
“They seem to be able to have nightmares,” the angel suggested, softly.
‘‘We make nightmares...we can’t...we shouldn’t actually have them.” Aziraphale nodded, and Crowley added, “Aziraphale, this has never happened before.”
“Oh, Crowley.” The demon snuggled closer, eyes brimming with tears. Aziraphale covered Crowley’s hand as it rested on his chest. “I’m right here.”
owmyeyeballs reblogged your post:You know you’re giving off a vibe when you answer...
Teach me your ways, O Ye of Ominous Vibe. Just the other day an electricity salesman nearly made me cry
Don’t be afraid to come off like an unpredictable maniac. Bloodshot eyes and an askew aloha shirt help.
owmyeyeballs replied to your post “ngl i almost get the impression that sport is thoroughly enjoying the...”
It's like when you scold a pet, but they get all excited because you're talking to them Robbie: "Get Out Of My Town!" Sporf: "O boy, A Gaem!"
Robbie: *threatens with a stick* Sporp, wriggling with excitement: *waiting for him to throw it*
I’m not exactly an artist, but Stefan’s special, and Lazytown means a lot to me. Get well soon, Plant Dad!
@owmyeyeballs because i like to make Bogue as ... not intimidating as possible. like i just... want to make it hard for ppl to take him seriously bc god its so funny. hes my trash husband and i like to mock every inch of him
@owmyeyeballs Medivh may threaten to put Sargeras in the mental cuck chair as a punishment but Sargeras just threatens to give him erectile dysfunction
