What Fucking Addictive Substance Did They Put In Deal With Destiny. It's About To Fuck Up My Whole Spotify

bitches will receive a few anon asks on a topic they’re passionate about and make a whole ass powerpoint instead of sleeping.  it’s me.  i’m bitches.

if anyone has any more questions, please feel free to ask!!!

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Me every time i write the body for my paper: the masterpiece, the eloquency, the talent, the emotion

Also me: takes 3-5 business days to write an introduction and conclusion

As an Asexual it should be no surprise Im bad at Chemistry

had a silly thought

ex crumbs 🤲🛐 ; what would’ve happened if boris hadn’t been full and/or ex had gotten bit?? how would x have reacted? etc ; please i am so curious hdjshs -🧨

Boris cocked his head, his eyes lingering on the space where Ex’s throat was hidden by his armor.

“You know, I’ve been looking forward to a bit of a challenge,” he drawled. 

Ex bristled, made his threats, raised his sword. He came here to rid his territory of this fiend, and he wasn’t going to let a few ominous words dissuade him. 

The fight was messy. Neither could land a hit, and X was losing his temper, taking riskier swings, and he probably shouldn’t be so reckless, probably should have thought this through, but then again, when had he ever thought something like this through before? 

Boris’ foot slammed into Ex’s knee and his leg buckled, sending him crashing unceremoniously to the floor. Before he could recover, there were clawed fingers scrambling at his helmet, trying to pry it from his head. Ex struck out with a kick, missing, and was rewarded by having his head lifted from the ground, only to be slammed back down onto the jagged rocks. His helmet softened the blow, and the second, until on the third, spidery cracks began to creep across his visor. 

With a final grunt of exertion, Boris pried the damaged helmet from Ex’s head and wrenched his chin to the side, finally sinking his fangs into his now exposed neck. 

Ex swore, oh heck did that hurt, and really, this was what he got for being such a derp and doing this on his own. And wow, he was probably really concussed, too, the world probably shouldn’t be spinning like that, or maybe that was blood loss. 

After a moment, Boris dropped his grip, rearing back with a look of disgust and wiping at the dribble of blood on his chin. 

“What the- What are you?” he grimaced, staring at the smear of red on his hand with a good deal of confusion. 

Too tired to really respond, Ex just held up a particularly impolite hand gesture and promptly passed the heck out.

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Thankyou so much for the ask! :D :D

As for how X would have reacted; I think mostly the same, only he would have been a lot harder to calm down. Boris already got what he wanted, though, so he was really only peckish. Ex should be fine. Probably.

Plot twist he laid them

of course the bird coded guy would be completely enamored with his eggs

DONT SEND THEM HERE

i think we should take the watcher!grian headcanon and make it just an accepted part of his friend's lives because its way funnier than it being a big angsty secret

bonus:

honestly blaming the watchers for the entity is so boring. do you think these boomer ass cringe gods could come up with something so cryptic and uncanny? didn’t think so. grian obviously found this fucked up rock and just decided to adopt it because he’s insane

he says its done but teases us with “what if”...

Scott says flower husbands is done then names butterflies Petal and Poppy. What the hell Scott