#they're soooooooooo

[itsmarsiart]

they work so hard they deserve to relax

[wulfhalls]

couple of all time <33

[stedesparasol]

cropped and brightened for my pleasure and yours :)

[tasty-littl-snack]

You ever have a bond with your bestie so inseparable that you can't just make up words to describe it. "Ghoul boys" yeah but you're not boys, you're in your 30's. "Work husband" yeah no that has implications. Oh yeah I know what if we take the word "Alone" and use the opposite of what it means. Yeah it just means Shane and I. Because I defined it so.

[inquisimer]

this is not a love story

I was so excited to write @veil-song's nova de riva for a discord OC swap - I knew immediately I had to throw marisol at her, because they share so much in their history and personalities, and yet also diverge in really interesting ways. thank you swan for loaning me your girl, someday we'll make the crowlycule Situation real for them 😌💜 divider by wishforhome

Female Elf de Riva/Original Female Rook | M | 4269 words | cw: mild sexual content

It is a funny thing, the way time and circumstance trade barbs, and twine, and shape each and every fate. Two roads diverged in an Antivan wood— And yet reunited, where all roads in Antiva do.

Nova de Riva and Marisol Cantori, through the years.

addt'l tags: established/developing relationship, city elf culture & customs, teasing, flirting, grief/mourning, vignettes, time skips, pre-canon, bittersweet ending

“Whoever you’re looking for, I can’t imagine you’ll find them there,” she teases, raising a finger for a glass of wine. Marisol’s glare steels, sharpens, breaks like a brittle bone—

She knocks the liquor back in one toss, ice clacking against her teeth.

Nova sips her wine, and doesn’t comment. Raises a brow, tilts her head— but doesn’t comment. A feat, really.

“They’re not.” Marisol scowls at the ice and gestures for another drink. “It doesn’t matter.”

“No?”

Marisol props her ankle on her knee. Clasps it with both hands and leans in. There’s something other than frustration lingering about her, the sharpness of the air before a storm, lightning in the clouds, thunder waiting in the wings. It is alluring in the way of a ledge or a cliff— dangerous, but enticing, a what if that can’t help but cross the mind.

“No. Because they aren’t here.”

Nova grins. “But I am.”

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[bisexualgeoff]

can anyone fucking hear me

[atthebell]

bisexual moodboard

[bisexualbellamyblakeinjail]

heated rivalry ☆ 1.04 rose