#haven't written anything in 4

[the-lone-reader]

Eyes on Me - Huskerdusk whump

"If I knew it was this easy to get ya' to strip for me, I woulda' stabbed myself ages ago," he grins, panting.

"If I knew it's the only thing to make you shut up, I would'a stabbed you ages ago."

Angel gets hurt in the battle against Heaven. Husk is there to keep him grounded. Shameless whump, ambiguous relationship.

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Husk hears the sound of Angel's breath being punched out of his lungs. He turns in time to see a bullet explode an Exorcist's head in a shower of golden blood and viscera, but not before it had released the spear it had been about to throw. Husk watches Angel hit the ground, and a flick of his wrist sends a card slicing through the throat of the Exorcist Husk had been battling, and then he's moving, racing to the fallen sinner. He skids to his knees, mindless to the rubble tearing at his skin and clothes. Angel is turned on his side, his body curled around the spear embedded in his gut. Husk goes cold.

He puts a hand on Angel's shoulder to turn him over, but the second he makes contact Angel's eyes fly open. Two hands come up to shove at the intruder above him, another making a frantic grab for the gun that had fallen from his grasp, but only succeeds in knocking it further away.

"Easy, Legs, it's just me," Husk says, grabbing two of his wrists. Angel almost immediately goes slack with relief.

"Oh, shit," he says breathlessly. "Hey, Husky."

"Hey yourself," Husk gently turns Angel onto his back to get a better look at the injury. "C'mon, lemme see." An Angelic spear buried in his stomach, blood already seeping around the intrusion.

"Well, that ain't good," Angel laughs weakly before his face screws up in a wince.

"No, it ain't." Husk agrees grimly. He looks around and sees the others crowded around a bloody and ranting Adam. He knows field medicine, but this is Angelic weaponry. "Don't move, I'm gonna get help." The second Husk shifts, two of Angel's hands grab at him frantically, and a pained noise escapes his mouth at the movement.

"Easy, I'm just gonna go get Charlie and Vaggie. They'll know what to do."

"Don'- Don' leave me," Angel's voice breaks, and through the pain Husk can see the fear in his eyes. Another glance at the others and Husk eases back down, taking the hand Angel had grabbed him with and pressing it to his lips.

"I'm not going anywhere." Angel was already looking pale; Husk wipes cold sweat from his forehead and the sinner leans into the touch.

Husk yells for Charlie, his voice cracking betraying his desperation. Vaggie hears and turns to look, immediately paling and grabbing Charlie's arm to drag her towards them. One of Angel's hands goes towards the spear, but Husk takes the bloody hand in his own.

"It hurts," he says weakly.

"I know it does. Don't touch it. Charlie's on her way; she's gonna get you fixed right up. You'll be back to impaling yourself on wolf dick in no time." Angel laughs, but the sound turns into a whimper.

He shivers, and Husk uses his free hand to pull off his jacket, covering Angel's chest and shoulders. Vaggie and Charlie skid to their side as Husk rips off his shirt too, buttons flying as he bunches it against Angel's stomach to staunch the blood seeping from the side of the wound. Angel groans and grabs for Husk's wrist, who desperately wishes he had more hands.

As Vaggie starts shouting orders, Angel blinks blearily up at Husk.

"If I knew it was this easy to get ya' to strip for me, I woulda' stabbed myself ages ago," he grins, panting.

"If I knew it's the only thing to make you shut up, I would'a stabbed you ages ago."

"Charlie, get Lucifer. It's Angelic weaponry, he's the only one who can deal with it. Niffty, needle and thread. Husk, hold him. Get ready to staunch the bleeding." Vaggie presses gently on either side of the spear, before swiftly pulling it out in one clean motion. An agonized cry is wrenched from Angel's throat. Blood immediately starts pouring out of the wound, and Husk bunches his shirt against Angel's stomach and leans his entire body weight onto it. A strangled cry and Angel's bloody hands scrabble towards the injury, his legs kicking uselessly against the ground. He coughs and blood dribbles down his chin.

"Keep him calm," Vaggie orders, grabbing the flask she knows Husk keeps on his person at all times, and takes over putting pressure on the wound. Husk moves to Angel's head, smoothing hair back from his face, cradling his cheek.

"F-fuck," Angel whimpers, tears squeezing from the corners of his eyes.

"I got you." Husk can hear Vaggie and Lucifer talking in low, urgent voices. Angel relaxes slightly when Vaggie relieves the pressure to expose the wound. Blood is pooling underneath Angel's body, soaking Husk's pants. Lucifer carefully draws out the Angelic magic from the wound, the last glimmer of gold barely gone before Vaggie dumps the contents of the flask onto the open wound and then presses the bloody shirt back in place.

Angel's back arches as he screams, the sound like a knife through Husk's heart, and he barely gets a hand under Angel's head in time to shield it from smacking against the ground as he writhes in pain. One hand smears blood against his face, another scratches at Husk's bare arm, a third pushes weakly against his chest, and the fourth is flung to the side in agony. Still cradling his head with one hand, Husk strokes his fur gently with his thumb and takes two of Angel's hands to hold against his chest; sobbing quietly, Charlie takes the other two, and Husk makes sure he's filling Angel's field of vision as he shushes him softly and murmurs comforting nonsense.

"I know. You're doin' so good, kid. You're gonna be okay. I got you. I'm right here. Just keep your eyes on me."

Angel's face is ashen, looking at Husk like he's the only thing left in the universe, the pain and fear in his eyes starting to lose focus as the pool of blood grows beneath him. His breaths become shallow and hitch in his throat, the grip on Husk's hand starts to loosen, causing him to grip it tightly back. He makes a small noise as he struggles to keep his eyes open, and Husk swallows thickly and presses their foreheads together.

"It's okay. I'm not goin' anywhere. I'mma stay with you the whole time, and I'll be right there when you wake up. Promise." Husk feels Angel's hot breaths panting shallowly against his face, and the weight of his head against his hand increases before his hands go lax in Husk's grip. Husk closes his eyes tightly and finally allows tears to fall.

[raiiny-bay]

summer '93

[unhinged-nymph]

The Moment

a little gme-inspired drabble under the cut 🤭

Link can’t stop thinking about that moment. 

He can’t stop thinking about the feeling of being laid out and spread wide. About the pressure of the doll on his pelvis, being rocked gently into his groin by none other than Rhett, his best friend, his partner, his person. How it felt having his knees hooked over his arms and his ankle hooked over his hip, heel digging into his twitching back. How through hooded eyes he couldn’t help but stare up at him, even had to move his curls out of the way to see him better. How the drunken blush of Rhett’s face bled through the makeup and fur to land hot on Link’s palm as he curled his fingers behind his neck. How he was desperate to capture his attention and get him to listen to him, just this once. 

But the moment passed. After a blur of adjusting cameras and throwaway jokes he eventually found himself sitting up, hugging his own doll, wondering what the hell just happened.

[amogus-real-not-clickbait]

here's some benreys for y'all!!! it's meal time little ones!!!! nobody starves today. i provide

also random gordo he's here too i guess-

[morrigan-sims]

Royal Horses

@morningstarequestrian's new Baroque Tack Set is absolutely perfect for tacking up the horses from my story save. (which I've been neglecting for the past year+) (Other pieces are from the Medieval Tack Set or the Medieval Round Bridle. The first outfits are from @objuct's Traditional Arabian Set, plus one of my recolors of that set.)

(also obligatory tagging @simgerale because Phillip pics.)

The first two outfits are something I could see being like, a parade outfit, at least for Alena. (Kristopher wouldn't be involved in any parades back in Oryn, I just wanted to test out all my cc.) Especially the version with the tassels isn't practical for just recreational riding, but it certainly looks nice for a parade, and does resemble parade-type outfits.

Alena's 2nd-3rd outfits and Phillip's 2nd-4th outfits are just more general-purpose riding. Two different saddles each and a few different saddle pads for Phillip.

Phillip's 5th outfit and Alena's 4th and 5th are potentially more of long-distance setups. Maybe like some kind of tour, where Fallon would be riding for long distances, but still want to look formal / be seen by people. (Again, not really something Kristopher and Phillip would have been doing, but it looked good on him and I wanted to test stuff out.) Alena has a second variation because technically white isn't one of Anvia's royal colors, but black is, so if it was a public event, she might tack in black. Especially as that would show less wear and dirt than the white for long travel.

The last pic is a blanket for Phillip because it gets cold in Oryn, especially in the winter and late fall/early spring. Alena doesn't really need a blanket most of the time, since Anvia's winters are much milder. (They don't often get snow, and when they do it's rarely more than an inch or two at a time.)

[paranoid-radio]

read your fic about cooper and lucy (all i want) and i adored it so i just wanted to tell you that !!! keep writing because you're talented!!

THIS ACTUALLY MADE MY DAY TYSM ??? I DIDNT EXPECT ANYBODY TO ACTUALLY ENJOY IT MUCH LESS REACH OUT ON TUMBLR AND TELL ME

[tleeaves]

I'm really bad at law school 🧍‍♀️

[holocene-sims]

next // previous

august 16, 2021 11:00 p.m. grandma ong's house

there’s a strangeness to a quiet enclave in a bustling metropolis, unexpected in the same manner as grant and henry’s long, unbroken brotherhood. nothing about the baseline rustle of neighbors carrying in paper grocery sacks and kids kicking a soccer ball resembles the eternal merry-go-round of life–max-capacity subway cars, clueless and loud tourists, and locals who drift through their day–just down the road. and yet above this neighborhood–and the entire sprawling city–hangs a common thread, a bluish hazy night sky.

“that was wild,” henry says, suppressed laughter bursting forth from deep in his chest, “all day everyone’s defaulted to speaking english because, well, look at you, and you even had me fooled. i actually forgot you kind of speak basic korean."

“the inner machinations of my mind are an enigma.”

henry rolls his eyes dramatically but in the same split second, throws an arm around grant’s shoulders.

“i was afraid that soup was going to fly out of your mouth.” grant returns the gesture, though it requires him to lean down so as to not smother henry’s face instead. “too close for comfort.”

“well, in my defense, i was not expecting you to reply to my grandma asking me, “daehyun, i haven’t seen your friend since your wedding. how did you meet again?”

grant shrugs. “we met on a playground twenty-four years ago.”

“on my very first weekend as a resident of the semi-good ol’ US of A. in the opposite situation. i remember being so pissed that my parents made me go out to ‘make friends’ that weekend. not moving, mind you, but making friends. i guess they were psychics, though, because apparently, it didn’t bother you that i didn’t speak your language for at least a couple weeks.”

“people say i could talk to a wall.”

henry laughs again. “you could. you’re very chatty.”

“did it bother you that i wrote you some really, really, really shitty letters in korean in the early days based on online translations i found?”

“no, that was sweet.” no question about it–the joy in henry’s eyes is determined. “they were definitely horrendous, but it’s the thought that counted. you could do better now. oh, and i think i still have all those letters. i should. i did box them up when i moved out of my parents’ house.”

they were, all things considered, never very much alike, beyond the fact they both liked cats but weren’t allowed to have any. henry’s mom was allergic, but grant’s parents despised pets. otherwise, they were polar opposites. grant always liked math and science, wanted to work with airplanes, and preferred to spend his free time with others playing tabletop RPGs and computer games; henry always liked art and history, wanted to be a photographer, and preferred to be left alone to his vintage film camera and pottery. grant’s parents raged when he selected aviation over medicine; henry’s parents and grandparents, all artists, were delighted by his dreams of photography. moreover, grant selectively speaks his mind, while henry rarely minces words.

and still–

the shrill honk of a car off in the distance disturbs grant’s thoughts.

“you really could talk to a wall, but hey, why did you approach me on the swing set that day? you were already busy hanging out with your sisters. and your cousins. why me?”

and still, the two have fused into one. the world turned upside down; grant paints these days, henry has long been a willing dungeons and dragons player, and separation from one another is like losing half your body. if henry walked away now–ended this messy half-hug early–grant would turn to ash.

“well,” grant begins, drawing out the suspense with an exaggerated sigh, “first of all...”

[theflyingfeeling]

fic talk in the tags 💝

[cloudberriess]

Yandere Trope

The yandere trope is actually an amazing book/movie/whatever trope, people just focus it on the part that the yandere is obsessed with their love. Think about it. A yandere is someone who is so hopelessly devoted and in love with someone that they would do anything to be with them. I'm gonna break this down piece by piece. A yandere doesn't usually always start off with being bland or emotionless, in fact, most yandere trope I've seen they are quite the kind and helpful person. Though the moment the find someone who does a certain thing, it's like flipping a switch. They have two completely different sides. They don't show it though. The are incredibly skilled at masking emotions and hiding their feelings. The moment the reveal themselves to someone it's usually just because they are tired of pretending, they snapped from waiting for their love to like them back, or they're just tired. It's emotionally very draining to be in love, though when you take that simple love and enhance it, it's even more tiring. Some yanderes in tropes truly believe they're the only one for their love. There is no other person fit for them and if they fall in love with anyone else their brain quickly starts to make up excuses to cover up for their love's feelings. Cause their love could never do anything wrong like fall in love with the wrong person right? They must be getting manipulated! Though there is another kind where the yandere is just desperate. They could be mentally unstable otherwise would not seeing themselves as good enough and needing to prove themselves to their love. And of course, the best way to prove they're needed is to either manipulate them into thinking that they are truly a kind person, slowly proving to their love that they're the only one that ever stays with them. Though since they can't just make people vanish, they start with minor methods. Rumors, gossiping, setting up an embarrassing situation for their love in front of everyone, even going so far to mess with one of their love's friends family to get them to leave the area. Though I think it's too much with how often time they make the yandere kidnap or murder other people right away. Most people, even when insane, if they have a certain goal in mind they don't just start killing off. They slowly slip themselves into the persons mind without force, making the person themself let them in willingly.

I do get why people tend to focus the trope of females since they can get a bit more.... excessive about knowing everything about who they like more then males tend to do, though it could easily be a trope for both genders if you write it the right way.

Focus on the personality.

Shy and kind? Most likely would start off with a simple approach or have someone else, maybe a friend do it for them. Most yandere feelings don't start off until they've faced some sort of defiance. I'm not talking about rejection or getting with another person, it could be as simple as doesn't look back at the yandere when they look, talks to someone else when they're clearly open to talk(usually could be used with a yandere who already has a close relationship with their love)

Though a certain kind of yandere I think people tend to forget is a platonic yandere. No romantic feelings for the person of their affection whatsoever. Simply they just feel most attached to that certain person or feel a need for them.

Take the song Aishite Aishite Aishite(or Love me, love me, love me) for example. It's a great show of a platonic version of that type of personality. A child so needing of love that they are begging for it from either a certain person or multiple. They are so immersed in the idea of being loved and cared for.

Now this next one is big.

NOT ALL YANDERES ARE INSANE!!!

Yes, yes, I know. 'But their obsession is insane and their not mentally ok!' Exactly. They're just not exactly mentally stable. Don't get me wrong, some yanderes are completely off their rockers, but others are just so full of the idea that the have put most of their focus on the idea of being loved or loving someone so much themselves. Any type of yandere you're thinking of is better to understand when you use the words unhealthy obsession, attached, and needs to feel needed, instead of killer, psycho, or insane.

[athousandbyeol]

for tonight. [topmew fanfic]

if you come, i'll show you all sides of him you've been dying to know. and you'll see that he's just a cunning little monster in disguise. and you'll understand that mew and i are no different.

or a retelling of episode 3 part 4 where top doesn't meet boston and chooses to stay with mew instead.

[youjustwaitsunshine]

just had an unreasonably bitchy reaction, see yall in 20 minutes when im crying because i was unreasonably bitchy

[keeps-ache]

oh brother. kinda sucks to have multiple creative interests and you can only do One but it's not the one you want to do at the moment </3

[despairforme]

      He’s still the strongest.

[cookinguptales]

the-word-cas said: You could write it anyway 👀

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I could write it anyway...

[opal-tea]

i think i really would like to try writing again