#WTF am i doin

[iceagebaby]

UUUUH dear god i wrote crack fanfiction please give it a read thank youuu

Summary:

After months spent dancing around eachother, Vulpes wants to confront Arcade about the feelings between them, but fails to realize he needs to confront his own beforehand

Vulcade, modern AU

"Hey, Doc," Arcade heard a familiar voice, echoing through the aged, sterile corridor of the public hospital.

He paused in the doorway of his office, already wearing his warmer coat, off clock. He squinted at the lanky figure slumped against the wall, dressed in a faded tracksuit that clung to his thin frame. The last time he had seen Inculta, the young man had been in much worse shape, bruises and stitches from yet another brawl, sitting like a pathetic dog in Arcades flat, barely convinced to get treated. But today, there was no apparent evidence of trouble.

"What brings you here?" Arcade asked, curious. Vulpes was a regular patient of his, but it was rare to see him without fresh wounds to tend to. The young man looked up, a mix of defiance and vulnerability playing across his features.

The younger man shuffled his feet, avoiding eye contact "I just... I just wanted to see you," he murmured, his voice a whisper that seemed to hang in the air.

Arcade's eyes scanned Inculta, looking for signs of injury "You're not hurt? Is there something wrong?" Arcade asked, his voice low and soothing, like the one he used with hurt patients, though Vulpes appeared unscathed.

Vulpes' eyes flicked up, meeting Arcade's for a second with a brief flash of something raw before they darted away again. "No, not really," he said, unsure "But I want to talk”.

"What's on your mind?"

For a moment, Inculta remained silent, his gaze focused on the cracked floor. Then, with a sigh, he spoke "It's... it's about the other night."

The words sent a shiver down Arcade's spine. The ‘other night’ referred to an encounter between them that was far from typical. They had both been intoxicated, friendly mood and judgment loosened, had ended them up in Arcade's bed, exploring feelings never admitted before. It was a night that hung between them, a secret shared that neither knew how to address.

"What about it?" Arcade prompted, his voice steady despite the turmoil of emotions within him.

"I can't stop thinking about it," Vulpes said, his eyes solidly meeting Arcade's for the first time since he arrived. "And I don't know what it means."

Arcade felt pity for the man. The memory of their encounter playing on repeat in his mind, leaving him confused about the boundaries of their friendship. He took a deep breath, trying to maintain his professional composure. "Sometimes things happen when we're not expecting them to," he said gently "But I'm off duty now. Why don't we grab some dinner and talk it over?" 

Vulpes nodded.

———————

They stepped out into the chilly evening air of early autumn. The crunch of leaves underfoot mingled with the distant sound of children playing nearby, a stark contrast to the quiet hospital corridor. Street lamps flickered, painting the usually gray city in warm hues, reflecting off the wet street after a recent rain.

Arcade pulled out a pack of cigarettes, his hands trembling slightly, a silent confession of the stress that came with working in his environment. The action was so natural, so familiar to Vulpes, who had seen it countless times post fight as the doctor tended his wounds. 

The scent of tobacco wrapped around Vulpes, familiar and oddly comforting. It reminded him of the night he had woken up in Arcade's arms, the smell of smoke permanently clinging to the doctor's clothes, hair and skin. He didn't smoke, never had, but somehow the scent had become entwined with the feeling of safety he felt when he was with Arcade. He took a deep breath, letting the memory fill him, trying to figure out what it was exactly that had brought him here.

They walked in silence, the only sound the rhythmic crunch of leaves underfoot.

The Legia had been his family, his life, for as long as he could remember. He'd bled for them, fought for them, lived and breathed their ideals. He had been raised to believe that men like Arcade were weak, that they were the definition of that was wrong in the world. And yet, here he was, feeling more alive than he had in a long time.

But he wasn't like that, he told himself. He was a man, a member of Caesars Legia, a fighter. But with every step, the doubt grew louder, thrumming in his ears, until it was a roar, like the chants of the football fans.

“Vulpes?"

The sound of Gannon's voice broke through Vulpes' thoughts, bringing him back to the present. He looked up, realizing they had stopped in front of a small, dimly lit cafeteria.

He opened his mouth to speak, to explain, to confess, but the words stuck in his throat. The denial and fear was too great.

So he lied. "It was just a drunken mistake," he said, his voice tight "It doesn't change anything. I’m not one of those."

Arcade raised an eyebrow, the cigarette still smoldering between his fingers. "One of those?" he repeated "You mean, people like me?"

Vulpes flinched at the words, but he held his ground, his voice laced with anger "Yeah, like you," he spat "I don't do that shit. It's not me."

Arcade's jaw tightened, but he didn't react to the slur. Instead, he nodded, expression unreadable. He took a last deep drag of his cigarette, the tip glowing briefly before he exhaled a cloud of smoke into the chilly night. "Alright," he sighed "If that's what you believe."

Without another word, Arcade turned and started walking away into the dark night, footsteps echoing in the empty street.

Vulpes watched him go, his heart pounding in his chest. He was torn between his anger and the sudden, desperate need to follow. The doctor had always been there for him, patching him up after fights, helping when he had nowhere else to go.

He took a step forward, his sneakers squeaking on the wet pavement. The silence was suffocating, but he couldn't find the words to call out. Instead, he just followed, his breath misting in the cold air. He felt like a stray dog, tail between his legs, unable to comprehend why his pack leader was abandoning him.

In his head, he justified it as a protective instinct. The doctor was too soft, too gentle, he needed someone to watch out for him, to keep him safe from the kind of violence that was second nature to Vulpes. It had nothing to do with the ache in his chest, the way his heart felt like it was cracking with every step Arcade took away from him.

The lights of Arcades apartment block flickered in the distance. Vulpes had been to this place so many times, usually under the cover of darkness, seeking refuge from the pain and bruises of his latest brawl. But tonight was different. The ache in his chest had nothing to do with a bruised rib or a black eye.

Arcade unlocked the door to his flat, the warm light spilled out into the hallway, contrasting the coldness outside. He stepped aside, gesturing for Vulpes to enter, his silence speaking volumes. For the first time, the familiarity of the action made the young man nervous.

Inside, the apartment was as neat as ever, house tidy with an almost  military precision. Vulpes took off his shoes automatically, as he had been taught by the host, and padded quietly to the couch, sitting down into the same spot he had occupied countless times before.

When Arcade returned with two mugs of tea, the couch creaked under the doctor's solid weight as he sat down next to Vulpes, their thighs brushing together. Despite his height, Arcade's presence never felt overwhelming to Vulpes, but now the tension was palpable. He handed one to Vulpes still without a word. He took a sip, the warmth spreading through him, both from the actual warmth of the drink and recognition of it being made exactly to his liking. Of course Arcade remembered. He watched as the doctor beside him turned on the TV, which flickered to life with the muted images of a dated show, illuminating the room softly.

Arcade disappeared into the kitchen, the clink of cups and the whistle of the kettle filling the silence. The couch felt too soft, too welcoming. Vulpes stared at his hands, his knuckles bruised from his last fight, his mind racing.

"Why are you really here, Vulpes?" 

The question hung in the air, heavier than the silence before. Vulpes took a deep breath, his eyes glued to the TV screen, and he placed the mug softly on the small coffee table. He knew he couldn't lie again, not when it came to this. He felt the doctor's gaze on him, as intense as a spotlight, but he couldn't meet it.

"I don't know," he finally admitted. " I needed to see you."

He felt Arcade's hand cover his, warm and gentle, and for a moment, he allowed himself to lean into it, to feel the comfort of another human being. It was a feeling he wasn't used to, and it scared him more than any fight he had ever been in.

"Look at me," Arcade asked firmly. “You don't have to label it. But you can't keep denying it”

“I still like women” Vulpes blurted out, but then leaned in, his hand trembling as it reached for Arcade's face. He felt the doctor's stubble under his fingertips, the warmth of his skin, the rapid beat of his pulse. And then, before he could overthink it, before he could retreat into the safety of his denial, he kissed him.

Arcade's eyes widened in surprise, but he didn't pull away. Instead, his hand tightened around Vulpes', and he leaned into the kiss. It was a gentle one, full of uncertainty and yearning, a contrast to the roughness of their usual interactions.

As they pulled apart, Vulpes felt the weight of his own confusion. He searched Arcade's eyes for a reaction, for any clue as to what this meant. But the doctor's expression remained calm, collected. He relaxed once again back into the couch, pulling Vulpes with him, and wrapped an arm around the smaller man's shoulders.

Vulpes leaned into Arcade's soft chest, and he could feel the fabric of the doctor's shirt against his cheek, the smell of stale cigarette smoke mingling with the everpresent faint scent of antiseptic. It was an odd mix, but it was Arcade's, and for that reason, it felt right.

He could hear the steady rhythm of the doctor's heart beneath his ear, a comforting beat that seemed to sync with the calming sound of the raindrops starting to fall outside. The warmth of Arcade's body was like a blanket, making him feel safe in a way that was entirely new to him. His eyes grew heavy as he listened to a soft mix of sounds, and he realized that for the first time in a long while, he felt at peace.

The warmth of Arcade's embrace, the steady beat of his heart, and the hypnotic sound of the rain outside had lulled him into a place of peace he hadn't known in a long time. He was faintly aware of Arcade's arm tightening around him, a soft murmur of assurance that he was okay.

———

When he awoke, the room was bathed in a soft glow from the streetlights outside, filtering through the window curtains. The rain had intensified and was now a steady rhythm against the glass. Vulpes shifted slightly, and realized with embarrassment that he had fallen asleep on Arcade.

The doctor was thankfully still, his chest rising and falling steadily, glasses slightly askew on his face. Carefully, Vulpes reached up and gently took them off, setting them aside on the small table next to the couch. He studied Arcade's profile for a moment, the way his blond hair fell over his forehead, and faint lines around his eyes that spoke of the years of stress and fatigue from his job.

Asleep and without the glasses, Arcade lost his usual stern exterior, revealing a gentle vulnerability that was so rare to see.  He knew he should leave, let the doctor get some rest without his unwelcome burden, but he couldn't bring himself to stand up.

With a sigh, he settled back into the crook of Arcade's arm, feeling the doctor's body heat and the steady rise and fall of his chest. He closed his eyes again, letting the rhythm of Arcade's breathing  and the white noise of the rain calm his thoughts.

As he drifted off, Vulpes felt something shift within him, something he had been fighting for so long. The world outside could wait. For now, he would just rest, and let the rain wash away the day's tensions. All of it could wait until the morning. Tonight, he was content just to be here, in this moment, wrapped in the arms of the man who had seen his darkest moments and still was there for him.

And with that thought, he let sleep claim him once more, finally at peace.

[tudududu-leglerghhh]

taylor swift, chase atlantic, f1, ipl cricket, binge watching marvel and brooklyn 99 really be the reasons im surviving rn, social life be damned.

[secretcessy]

one more post till i get that teeth badge for yapping 100 times so this is dedicated to that :DDD

[southern-sarcasm]

I recently got a new ipad and pen for the holidays and it has Procreate on it. I have never used it nor do I have any clue how to draw in it. Anyone have any tips, pointers or helpful links/advice?

[thelittleprinceconfirmed]

Thingys

[kirayamidemon]

going fuckign insane fuckisng kill fmee

[wwooyology]

OH SO THEY WANT ME DEAD????? 😀😀😀😀

[gif-fany]

No homo

Guyyyyyysss can one of yall make a DSaF VEGAS fangame? CAUSE THERE IS LITERALLY NON OUT THERE.

And there is SO MUCH SHIT you can do with this concept.. omfg.. and in originality?? 100/100.

OSCAR

OSCAR

I'll personally give you an OSCAR.

[xxplastic-cubexx]

Hope you're feeling better, Snap. Good luck with your finals! :)

SO IM FEELING MUCH BETTER NOW FOR SURE

[sharky-the-idiot]

I should not be allowed to cook anymore 😭😭😭 because like wtf is this?????

[themuselesswriter]

A Day in a Demon Pig's Life

Characters: Fat Nugget, Angel Dust, Husk, mention of Cherri Bomb and Valentino

Summary: Fat Nuggets tries to describe a day in his life

Word count: 1046

Warnings: implied abuse, implied slavery, implied prostitution

A/N: so... I did something instead of sleeping .-.

Credits: photos from Pinterest, editing app is picsart

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I woke up at the sound of Angel preparing to leave, he was already at the vanity mirror, fixing his looks, he is a beautiful man, I don’t understand why he spends so much time fixing his looks into a perfection, practicing different smiles and most importantly, wiping all the tears, he seems sad, he always does, although never mean or evil, he never mistreated me so I have that at least. 

I know things were rough for him, I’ve seen how that… Valentino treats him with insignificance, as if he owns him, I heard Angel say a couple of times that he did own him, partially, and that he hates what he has to do for him, that he hates being touched and violated by him and everyone else on the set, which I didn’t understand at all.

I mean, I understand that he owns him, it means he looks after him right? Like the way Angel owns me and takes care of me, maybe he’s a bad owner? Maybe he doesn’t fill his bowl with food before he leaves or doesn’t take him on enough walks? Or doesn’t pet him? But the rest I don’t understand though, he usually mumbles this stuff while he’s calling Cherri on the phone while sobbing.

He noticed that I was awake so he walked to me and put on a genuine smile, a smile that I’ve only noticed around a couple of people, me, Cherri, and the bartender, what was his name? Husk! Yeah, I think his name is Husk, anyhow, he scratches behind my ears and I roll and do some tricks for him which seems to cheer him up, I earned a giggle from him “such a good boy” he tells me and kisses my head and leaves. 

The rest of the day is pretty dull, I eat, sleep, explore, play with Razzle and Dazzle, spy on the egg boys and repeat. 

It was almost midnight when Angel returned, I was laying on my bed next to his, I lifted my head up and looked at him, he was a mess, he was obviously crying, and he… he seemed hurt, yeah, he had bruises on his body and marks, he laid on bed and curled into himself, sobbing into his pillow, I hopped into his bed and looked at him a little worried, I walked to him and licked his nose, it usually cheers him up but not this time, no, this seemed to make things worse, he pulled me into a hug and kept sobbing, only now he picked up his phone and aggressively started calling Cherri who didn’t answer for whatever reason which only made things worse. 

I was getting beyond worried, I’ve never seen him like this before, he needed someone, not just anyone, someone who he looks at in a loving way, and if it’s not me or Cherri, that leaves us with… I slithered my way out of his grip and went out of his room, he didn’t seem to notice me, I rushed towards the bar where the bird cat resided, drinking from his endless bottle, I squeaked but he didn’t pay me attention, so I hopped on a stool then on the table, he didn’t pay me attention either. 

I saw a couple of glasses on the bar and I had a difficult decision to make, I gulped and ran fast, making all the glasses fall and shatter “hey! You little shit!” he said angrily, I looked at him horrified, I bit his hand, he screamed in pain, he looked at me wickedly, I gulped and ran, he followed me then stopped, I stopped too and looked at him pleadingly, squeaking, he looked at me as if his anger disappeared and instead was replaced with complete confusion, I went to him and bit his pants, trying to drag him, he didn’t move an inch “what do you want you filthy animal” I kept trying to drag him and gesture him towards Angel’s room, eventually he gave up once he saw how persistent I was and decided to follow me, this time, we walked together. 

Once we reached Angel’s door, I opened it enough so I can enter again and he can peak at him, I hopped into Angel’s bed and looked at him pleadingly, he seemed frozen, those demons are idiots, I swear it, I walked to him and bit his pants again, trying to drag him in “I can’t little fella… I… he didn’t invite me” I insisted “what if he doesn’t want to see me? What if he doesn’t want to be seen like this?” he tried to reason but I was hotheaded, I kept desperately trying to drag him inside. 

“Fat Nugget?” I heard Angel’s broken voice calling me, I stopped and turned to look at him, he must’ve seen Husk too because the other’s pupils were wide and he seemed stuck in time, either from embarrassment or from seeing Angel like this “what are you doing here?” he asked Husk “your little rascal shattered my glasses” Husk gulped nervously, Angel seemed disappointed, and let out a little oh, I walked back to Angel and sat next to him, he seemed to have calmed down but he was definitely still in a shaken up state, he sniffs and tries to hide his bruises and traces of tears “well… I’ll get you new ones tomorrow on my way back from work” he said casually, hugging his legs. 

Husk grew a bit bolder as he took a step inside the room “you… you’re okay kid?” he asked Angel who looked at him shocked, their eyes met for a moment, which was more than enough time for Angel to break down into tears again, Husk rushed to him, and we both cuddled him on the bed until he calmed down, Husk being more careful than me as his touches seemed well-studied and hesitant, while me, I kept licking his face and tears away once he laid down in fetus position, it was a rough night for him, that I can tell but by the morning he seemed to be back into his natural self, that’s one of the things I love about him, he always knows how to rebound. 

[crappymixtape]

author life update

soooo cat's been outta the bag for a while now, but i'm working on publishing my first novel 😵‍💫 it's SO exciting, but also so crazy to think about! i haven't shared much about myself on here, but i really want y'all to be in the loop ( if you want to be ) because this place is where i rediscovered my love of writing 😩 y'all helped me to find that again and now i'm for real going for the big leagues ♥️

here's a lil teaser trailer for my current WIP ( the one i'm hoping to publish first *fingers crossed* ) and i have two more that are starting to take shape ✨ ( find those teasers on my IG below ;D )

and if you want to follow along a lil more closely while i go on this crazy journey, here's my IG -> follow me here!

i'll likely delete this post in a couple of weeks, but for now i just really felt like sharing and being vulnerable for a minute. love you all, thank you for being here – xoxo always, kate

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[jackals-ships]

JACKALS WAS SO BRAVE and did not die. everyone cheer 🔫 /lh

[todayisafridaynight]

rgg tier list based on when antagonists have their villain monologues and when protagonists have their inspirational speeches ranging from Most Appropriate Time to We're In The Fruit Aisle Can We Do This Later

[thelittleprinceconfirmed]

Doodles + oc

[winterrose42]

"I can fix him" "i can make him worse"

I can put him in therapy and make him learn communication skills