#gallifreyburning

Joe and Nile have been raised by witches. They both want something different out of life and out of love -- namely, Nile wants to experience the magic of everything, and Joe wants to use his magic to protect himself from the fallout of passion that can go wrong. But one day when Nile brings trouble home with her in the form of a dead man, and a detective named Nicolo who comes looking for answers, Joe is forced to confront everything he's spent his entire life trying to avoid.

(tagging @gallifreyburning who asked the same) Thank you for this! this WIP is so frustrating because I literally have only the final scene missing 😮‍💨

It was born out of a trope reversal fest - Joe and Nicky have been travelling together for a while, and all Joe is hoping for is that in the bustling city they're stopping in, the inn will have only a room with one bed left for them.

why? well the thing is, while travelling, they have actually constantly been snuggling with each other when asleep, both thinking the other had no clue this was happening. and yusuf would like to turn this mutual snuggling into an even more mutual arrangement. but when they get to the inn there is what? you guessed it, more than one bed 😁

He lay there for an impossible amount of time, trying to soak in the warmth of the dying fire and of Yusuf before it was time to return to the other side. Only when he’d steeled himself enough to move, he found that he couldn’t. Yusuf’s arm had snaked around his middle, and his hand had found a spot in the centre of his chest. Gone were the snuffling shivers, and instead Nicolò could feel Yusuf breathing evenly into the bone at the top of his spine, his body a pleasant weight all around him. If he had wanted to, he could have left. He could have picked up Yusuf’s arm right there and then to extract himself and never spoken a word of it again. He didn’t.

Oh my friend, I was once unenlightened just like you. I moved to Nebraska and was treated to a chili cookoff at work, where, inexplicably, there was a basket of cinnamon rolls next to all these pots of chili. “What the fuck,” I asked myself, much like you are probably doing now. Imagine my shock when I saw these crazy Nebraskans dipping their cinnamon rolls in their chili! And then, seeing my distaste, my coworkers peer pressured encouraged me to give it a try.

And then. And THEN. That first dunk made me see God. The cinnamon so beautifully accentuates the spices! The sugar so subtly mellows out the heat! It’s truly such a delight and I never want to eat chili any other way again.

Also, lest you think this is just too weird and I’m making it up, here’s the cult classic Nebraskan fast food restaurant Runza advertising their wares on twitter

That’s absolutely iconic!! I hope you have a lot of opportunities to use it in front of unsuspecting people!

I have to admit I’m not much of a merch person, and most of the merch I do have is unfortunately from my teenaged hp days (including some beautiful stickers from this artist which I do still treasure!).

HOW VERY DARE YOU, though I should be grateful that you’re not trying to lump Joe and Nicky into a scenario together because that would just be cruel.

So scenario one: OOF OOF OOF. I do not want to kill any of them! And also I am very lesbian, you need to understand this, which is why I would fuck Andy (nngk WHO WOULDN’T I ask you), marry Nile (who is objectively the best, this is a no-brainer), and kill Joe. HERE’S THE THING THOUGH, Joe is still immortal, so that’s like a momentary inconvenience for him at best and Nicky will be there to console him.