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The Thrill of First Love {Damien Thorn x Pip Pirrip}
Damien let out a harsh sigh as he sat in his shitty office chair, feeling fed up with his SFX work for the day. There was only so much a man could do before burning out, and Damien was already on edge as of recent. Being the current ruler of hell, he had inconsistent contact with Heaven. Typically just small things- discussing what sins we still care about, overpopulation, dealing with purgatory, very mundane things to him. Though, as of recently, he was having a lot of meetings with the people up there. He had to help them do paperwork for a set of new souls, and he was sick of it. Not only was he sick of it, but each time he went, he got sucked into a horrible spiral of guilt. He had been here before, many times, but he typically tried not to think about it. He tried to ignore that he was ever there at all. He didnāt want to remember that one day, that one incident. Damien was extremely happy when he met Phillip āPipā Pirrip. At the time, he wouldnāt admit that. But he was a lot happier, a lot more relaxed. Pip was somehow different from the other kids, as much as Damien didnāt want to admit that to anyone, even himself. They spent all of their spare time- which was a lot- together. Damien slowly became a bit⦠obsessed. He didnāt mean to, he really didnāt. He never wanted to hurt Pip, he didnāt want anything bad to happen to the Brit ever, at all. But Damien was a demon. He was selfish. Beyond the better judgment of himself, he decided to make a quick trip to heaven. Just a small day trip. Just a small plan to pop up there, see how everyoneās doing, tell Jesus that Pip couldnāt go to heaven because he had done sins X, Y, and Z, and then go home. The demon did that when he was very young, 9 years old at best, but he still felt a horrible guilt. When Pip had died and appeared in hell, the reality of the situation set in, and Damien simply chose to never think about heaven again.
That would be a lot easier, though, had him and Pip not grown so close. It would have been so much easier had the two not eventually fallen in love, started dating, and eventually gotten married. Through all of this, Damien kept his mouth shut. He knew Pip would be so horribly mad if he found out. They grew together, both aged into their 20s, and Damien was still holding onto this secret. He didnāt want to ruin what they had, he couldnāt lose Pip, that secret obsession has only grown stronger, his need to be around the blonde only growing with each passing day. But, now that he was in heaven every other day it seemed, he couldnāt help but think about his previous actions, guilt consuming him.
He roughly slammed his hands onto his desk as he stood, grabbing his bag and yelling a quick good-bye to his coworkers before leaving. He would walk out back, make a portal back to hell, and simply leave. Pip was waiting for him, as always, but Damien still jumped when he felt thin arms wrap around his waist. āHello, dear!ā Pip smiled at him, always finding such large amounts of joy in such small, mundane things. Damien would be lying if he didnāt say he found it at least a *little* endearing, or maybe a lot adorable. He smiled as wrapped his own arms over Pipās. āHey baby,ā He smiled. He turned around to wrap his arms around Pip, giving a toothy smile, showing off all his sharp teeth. Pip gave him a kiss on the cheek, humming contently. āHow was work?ā He said, accent just as British as ever. āIt sucks, do you want to drink with me?ā Damien asked, quickly. He was much too sober for how much guilt he had, utterly consuming him. Pip was not big on using any kind of substances- but he was always more than happy to spend all the time in the world with his husband. Theyāre not alive anyway, so whatās the problem with it? The truth was there was no problem at all, until two bottles of Pink Whitney were downed, and Pip was sitting on their bed, legs out and back against the wall, with Damienās head in his lap. Damien was tearing up a bit, gripping Pipās leg with his free hand. He was terribly startled as he felt Pip gently rest his hand in Damienās coarse hair. Pip was about to speak when he heard a sniffle come from the black-haired boy. āDamien,ā He said gently. āIs something bothering you, my dear?ā He asked. Pipās voice was quiet, almost inaudible, a soft whisper that would almost be soothing. Damienās grip tightened as tears began to spill from his eyes. He turned his head to hide his face in Pipās shorts, embarrassed. He didnāt say anything- No, he simply shook and sobbed as he laid in his husbandās lap.
Pip sat there unspeaking. He gently combed his fingers through his husbandās hair, before moving his hand to rub his back gently. He waited until Damien quieted a bit to ask, āWhatās troubling you?ā That was a loaded question. There was a lot. But Damien decided to finally suck it up, admit the truth, and accept the loss of the only person he loved. The demon sat up straight, tail and horns appearing as he focused all his energy onto forcing himself through what he was about to say. āPip, Pip, Pip I..ā He started. āPip, youāre gonna be really mad at me.ā He slurred. The Brit quirked an eyebrow, tilting his head to the side like a confused dog. āSeriously! I- I did something really bad. I fucked up *really* bad,ā he sighed, rubbing the tears from his own eyes. āHow soā¦?ā The Brit asked, tone showing his clear fear and worry. Damien started to shake again. He went to move his bangs away from his face, and instead began to grip and pull his hair. āPip, I- I messed with you getting into heaven,ā He admitted, eyes squeezed shut. āAndā¦?ā āAnd? I ruined you getting into paradise? I made you have to come to *hell*.ā āOh Damien,ā Pip laughed gently, āWhy would I want to be there?ā Damien was confused now. He stared at his husband, eyes raking over the blondes face, trying to register if this was some odd joke or sarcasm. āItās.. Itās heaven- itās supposed to be the perfect place, the good afterlife?ā āMy dear,ā Pip began, cupping Damienās cheek in his hand. āI have no need for heaven! The only people Iāve truly cared about are here in hell. Youāre the only person whose ever truly cared for me, whose shown me any kind of compassion or love, why would I want to be without you for the rest of my existence?ā Damien broke down into tears again. āI couldnāt live without you,ā He admitted. āI went there as a kid and told them you couldnāt get into heaven. I wouldnāt let them. I didnāt want them to take you from me, I know Iām selfish, I couldnāt lose you,ā He dumped, pulling Pip into a tight embrace as he cried. āI like when youāre selfish, my dear,ā Pip kissed one of his tears away, āI wouldnāt want to live without you, either!ā
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trying to plan out a south park fanfic i wanna write ... like a long multiship one ... hrrrmmrmm....
Lunch with them is really normal, I think
2024 MANDATE
Do NOT. Do not. DO NOT buy fake leather
Pirate everything. Burn cds. Fight the cloud
PHYSICAL MEDIA
Tip food service workers crazy style
Smile at yr bus driver
Wear more eyeliner
Read superhero comic books
Paint more blood and gore
See saw xi in theaters
DIY OR DIE
Draw messy
LIVE MUSIC
remember that old panic at the disco is good truly
Tell people you love them
Stompy boots
My Chemical Romance
Assault a customer at your retail job
Write that weird fanfic
Watch every vampire movie ever made
Wear that crop top
Start a fire
Listen to music made by angry women
Remember that you are fucking alive and do whatever you want
2024:
1. GET EVEN WEIRDER!!!!!!
2. GAY AND TRANSGENDER SEX
3. DO WHATEVER YUOU WANT FOREVER
4. STOP OVERTHINKING IT
5. YOU DO NOT NEED TO DO ANYTHING TO BE LOVED
6. FIND MEANING IN EVERYTHING
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this thing is so funny what the hell is his gay little ass doing
i need to draw eridan in a wheelchair. I'm disabled and I like eridan so I have to project on him there's no other option. ambulatory wheelchair user eridan, anyone? chronic leg pain eridan? does anyone besides me want this? wdym no one else wants this? [I'm disabled and need a wheelchair myself pls don't think this is fetishizing or anything I'm just projecting]
I feel like more people need to do more Walk-Around Cosplay like just go to the grocery store in Cosplay. I feel like we need to see a return on early 2010's fandom in that very specific regard.
the chances of you seeing me in dave strider cosplay at your local eatery or Walmart is low, but never 0.
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Little traditional rock afire doodle for old times sake

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hi guys. ummm. yāall ever heard of doctor who? sorry if this is shit btw BWHAHSGAHG i donāt draw often anymroe
I love you like the ashes in my cigarette box.
Beelzebub was mildly rushing. Kicking clothes under furniture, scratching mysterious substances off of tables and walls. Today was the first day that their boyfriend, the one and only Archangel Gabriel, was coming over to the apartment Beelzebub typically stayed at when not in hell. Beelzebub, being a demon, enjoyed many human things to indulge in sins- Gluttony, shown by the fridge and pantry stacked with food. Greed- shown through their large array of clothes that, truthfully, ze didn't need. Sloth- Pride- Lust (though that's a story for a different day.) The point is... ze spent much more time on Earth than Gabriel would imagine. This apartment was very used, and rarely cleaned. Though ze knew that Gabriel wouldn't care, (he would- and he'd be verbal about it, but he was never mad. He just cleaned for zem.) ze still felt the need to clean and neaten and- Bzzzzt. Shit. Bzzzzt. Bzzzzt.
The apartment intercom kicked in. "Beelzebub? Are you there?" Shit, Gabriel was here already. The demon stumbled out from the kitchen and slammed the door open, the handle breaking the drywall. Shit, ze thought, I'll miracle that later. "Hello, my zweet." Beelzebub buzzed, giving a- to anyone else, gross- grin. Gabriel's mouth turned into a small smile as he walked in, scoping out the apartment. The walls were painted almost black, someone with knowledge of colors might've called it 'crow', but Gabriel didn't know colors well, so to him it was simply black. There were a few satanic paintings on the walls, but primarily pictures of the couple. There was also a picture from their last date, a picnic, of the couple with Aziraphale and Crowley. There was a black leather couch, a coffee table, an oddly large TV, and then it branched out to the kitchen and a hallway. "Hi, gnat," Gabriel said sweetly, kissing the knuckle of Beelzebub's left hand. Beelzebub's face grew warm and, still not used to affection, ze turned zir head harshly and motioned for Gabriel to follow zem inside. He did. They sat down on the couch together. Just from this alone, a stranger could tell the dynamic they had. Beelzebub had one leg propped up on the couch, leaning back on the arm, scratching zir slightly exposed stomach. Gabriel, on the other hand, was sitting straight up with nothing but his buttocks touching the couch, hands folded neatly in his lap. One, two, three seconds of silence passed. Then, Beelzebub decided to take action on the painful quiet ringing through the room. "Y'know what I fucking hate?ā Ze said, turning to look at their boyfriend. Gabriel sighed, a sound that between them, just them, they knew was loving. āWhat, prince?ā Gabriel tried to frown, tried to pretend to be disinterested, but he broke into a small smile, a smirk, and glanced over at his dear partner. āI hate⦠I hate fucking-ā Ze snarled, finally thinking of something. āOh my zatan I fucking hate Michael!ā ze shouted. Gabriel nodded, and he listened. Truthfully, and quietly, he agreed with almost everything Beelzebub ever had to say- as an angel, he most likely shouldnāt agree with a demon- but he shouldnāt be dating a demon either. Heās sinned so many times that at this point, heās surprised he hasnāt followed Aziraphaleās tail. His primary sins are greed and gluttony- not for food, money, or any material object. But for Beelzebub. His love for the short demon was so intense that Angels in different galaxies could feel it. He constantly wanted, craved, and needed more of Beelzebub. He wanted Beelzebub to just be his, too, oh how he wished the two of them could just spend every day together, on this couch. How he wished to hold Beelzebub because he wanted the prince to feel all of the love that bloomed in the angel's heart. Beelzebub, although ze would never admit it to anyone, not even Gabriel, felt similarly. Ze was greedy about Gabriel, which almost everyone knew. Zeād call him during work, spend every inch of zir spare time with him, and even trusted him enough to entirely let go around him. Heās seen zir wings, heās seen zir cry, heās seen practically everything - Including the private intimate times that theyāve had together. There was nothing that Beelzebub didnāt trust the angel with- which, as a demon, was dangerous- ze knew that; but that was okay. Ze was okay with that. Ze wanted to let Gabriel into every part of zir life, no matter how dangerous or scary or private it could be. Not to mention, Beelzebub was a talker. Ze ranted and ranted and ranted, letting Gabriel know every single thought that popped into Beeās head. He knew everyone ze liked, everyone ze didnāt like, every single one of zir pet peeves, amongst many other things. Everything there was to know about either of them, the other had it memorized. Beelzebub, without saying a word about it, shuffled to lean zir head on Gabrielās shoulder. Ze was only like that for a few minutes, before moving to lay zir head in his lap. Knowing what zey wanted without zem saying it, Gabriel began running his fingers through zir messy hair. He carefully got the knots out, tugging gently. Beelzebub had started ranting about a current interest of zirs - Gabriel nodded, showed interest, and continued petting zem. He slowly got all of the knots out, one by one, with just his fingers. Beelzebub seemed to relax more and more with each run of his fingers. Ze became akin to a puddle in zir boyfriendās lap. Slowly, Beelzebub ran out of things to talk about. Neither of them seemed to mind, though. This time the quiet wasnāt painful; it wasnāt awkward, it wasnāt waiting for a move. It was safe, it was calm. It was a silence shared between two lovers. Shared between two people who, on the street, could look like total strangers. But in this apartment, in this room, it was calm and secure. Gabriel gently pulled Beelzebubās head up to give zem a gentle, off-centered kiss. Time stopped for the two of them at that moment.