This line in @/still-a-morosexual-help fanfic lives in my head forever, I fear. "The only things sticking out are the too many spindly limbs curled gently - oh so gently - around the peacefully sleeping human and the occasional flutter of what must be leathery wings. A pair of glowing blue eyes stay locked on him and a deep dangerous growl reverberates through the room" and "completely assured in their continued safety curled up in the many arms of the demonic personification of Greed itself." is the only thing I will be thinking about and drawing and breathing and living in. It makes me sick (positive)

















