#i am RUSTY

[maggotwithanf]

ratboy warmup

[the-storm-chaser]

Perched on a stump, it could be seen that the fighter was sharpening a blade that clearly wasnt her own. Aside from the sound of stone grinding on metal, there was a silence in the camp, one that she had become accustomed to over the months. Outside of training sessions and other forms of tutilege, they left each other to their own devices. Idle chatter wasn't exactly expected, nor entertained most of the time, but a question had been simmering in the back of her mind. One that could make an exception to this expectation.

Her strokes slowed before she laid the sharpening stone beside her, inspecting the blade's edge for any signs of wear, and once satisfied, she returned it to its sheathe, pausing before her eyes flitted to her tutor.

'Sir...do you have a moment?' Her words were quiet, unsure how to break the silence and grimmacing when she did so.

@facemeandperish

[judeswhore]

uhm hi😳😳

u also sort of having a little crush on him too but you’ve been friends for so long that ur well aware of his reputation and you’ve had a front row seat to his revolving door of girls so u really don’t wna put urself in a situation where he can hurt u despite knowing that he has some kind of feelings for u. so ur always keeping that little bit of a distance between u, flirting but not letting it go too far, making it very clear that ur just friends by talking abt other guys ur seeing or bringing up girls he’s seeing. and it drives jude mad bc he wants u and he doesn’t really understand why the two of u can’t work out bc he can see there’s something there between u but ur constantly putting a little barrier up. so he’s just having to stick to being a love sick puppy, always asking abt u, always complimenting u, constantly trying to sit near u whenever ur out and being moody if u don’t join ur friends. who think it’s absolutely hilarious that he’s so smitten but u won’t do anything so they’re always torturing him abt how unlucky he is and how eventually he’s gna have to move on.

but the two of u end up on the same night out in the same club but with different groups of friends and without the supervision of ur normal group and somehow ur harmless flirting leads to making out in a dark corner which leads to jude half begging u to go home with him and he just looks so good and his hands feel incredible and all u can think abt is finally scratching that itch. and in ur head its okay bc it’ll happen once and u can get it out of ur system and ur friends won’t ever have to know bc they’re not even there. so u end up going home with him and it’s honestly the best sex of ur life bc jude actually cares abt u so he’s so attentive to ur needs and makes sure ur feeling good the whole time (he gives u more orgasms than you’ve ever had until ur quite literally crying and shaking from the pleasure) and its so strangely intimate and actually kind of perfect but when u wake up the next morning ur hit with a wave of embarrassment and worry over the whole thing bc this is jude and you’d promised urself you’d never go there with him bc it wasn’t worth the hurt down the line.

so ur asking him to keep it quiet and pretend it never happened, telling him it won’t happen again and that he can’t tell ur friends bc it’s really not something u want them to know. and ofc jude is agreeing despite the fact he’s quite disappointed and hurt that ur just gna leave it as a one night stand but he’s so stupidly in love with u that if that’s what u want ofc he’s gna respect it bc he really doesn’t wna ruin ur friendship. and things go back to normal for a little while and u manage to act like nothing happened until all of ur friends are out one night but u couldn’t make it and jude has one too many shots and starts moping again that ur not there and somehow that leads to him spilling his guts abt what happened to the guys and he’s going on abt how amazing it was and how it was the best night of his life and that ur just incredible and he can’t believe he won’t get to sleep with u again and he doesn’t mean it in a gross way and he doesn’t mean to disrespect ur wishes but he just couldn’t help himself and now that little bit of information spreads to ur girlfriends who confront u abt it and u can’t believe jude wld do that to u.

going out as a group the next day and the tension is obvious and u can’t just let it go bc ur fuming that jude has gone and bragged abt getting with u and u feel like shit that he’s one of ur closest friends and he’s treated u like this. so ur following him into the bathroom to ask wtf he’s playing at and u end up having this huge fight bc ur accusing him of being like every other guy and saying this is exactly why u never acted on ur feelings bc u knew he’d let u down and you’d just be like another number to him and jude is just so confused but feels so bad bc that’s not what he wanted and he never meant for it to come out the way he did but he couldn’t help himself when he’s so into u. he’s just letting u rant at him for a while before he’s having to literally cover ur mouth w his hand to get u to shut up and listen to him while he explains and even as he’s explaining he’s telling u he knows it’s not an excuse but u literally drive him crazy and he had to tell his best friend that he finally got w the girl of his dreams and he’s giving u this big love confession that stuns u to the spot bc u knew he liked u but not to this extent and now it’s starting to feel a little silly that you’ve been avoiding ur feelings and not letting him in

this whole situation leading to u finally letting him take u on a date and when ur friends find out abt that they’re all sort of breathing a sigh of relief bc they don’t have to put up w jude being lovesick anymore

[kit-ta]

i'm back and can't stop making sims, i never thought i'd come back to the sims but i'm having lots of fun. 〰・♡・〰 also featuring @sentate & @serenity-cc new Sophomore collection. i loooove the mock tommy hilfiger swatches. sentate's side | serenity's side

[horsedadgeralt]

He’s running

There is someone behind him, chasing him, getting closer with each step he takes, each desperate breath he tries to force into his screaming lungs.

Jaskier knows that it’s futile.

He is no fighter, and though that means that he is the prey, it’s clear that he wasn’t meant for that either, his legs shaking and his muscles twitchting as he’s trying not to get stuck in the muddy forest floor.

“Help!” he screams.

“Someone help me, please!”

But to no avail.

Behind him, there are footsteps, but he doesn’t dare look, knowing that if he gives in, he might just as well slit his own throat.

Is it Rience? Has he found him again, ready to finish what he started?

He can feel his hand starting to burn, can smell the stench of burning flesh and just as his foot gets caught on a root carefully hidden underneath some leaves, he can feel two arms around his waist.

As he closes his eyes to accept his fate, Jaskier lets out one last scream. For himself or the forest, he does not know. Do you really make a sound if no one is there to hear it?

But there is no pain. No fire, no sizzling, no smoke, just warmth.

That, and the two arms still tightly wrapped around his waist, holding him close.

“Jaskier,” Geralt mumbles, his face buried into the bard’s hair.

“It’s okay, I’ve got you. It’s just a dream, you’re safe.”

It takes a moment for reality to catch up with him, but then Jaskier feels it. The mattress below him, the blanket covering them both.

He hears the sound of the last few pieces of wood burning in the fire places, crackling as the fire eats away at it, and dollops of rain falling against the window with a random yet comforting rhythm.

And, loudest of all, he hears Geralt’s hearbeat. Steady and slow, each thud pulling him back into reality more and more.

Thud.

He is safe.

Thud.

Geralt is here.

Thud.

Slowly, he turns around so that he is facing the Witcher, their chests flush. He mimics the sleepy smile on Geralt’s face and leans in close for a kiss.

Thud, thud, thud.

With butterflies in his stomach and chest, he closes his eyes, the song of their hearts beating in unison lulling him back to sleep.

[weevmo]

Sneeze WIP! (Bless you!)

[sulevein]

i won’t be around until tomorrow (i’m watching my boyfriend play spirit of the north, it’s very cute) but i’d love to get things started.. like this for a starter? ♡

[raphieartz]

So I heard…

I’m only doing traditional pieces and doodles, I may do full pieces at times but i may lose TRACK—

But uh, here’s todays

[pinkusmaximus]

hi hi!! can I request Junker queen with a fem s/o who’s going through a depressive episode?

yes B)

“C’mere.”

You stared at Odessa, who sat cross-legged on your bed. You examined her long legs, boxers, cropped shirt, strong arms that reached out for you and beckoned with wide hands. She had a small smile on her pierced lips that urged you to come closer.

You think she didn’t notice when you weren’t feeling like yourself? You’d be a fool to think so. That woman noticed every little thing about you and adored it, head to toe, brain to brawn (or, comparatively, lack thereof on the latter).

After a moment of staring, you climbed up onto the bed with her, immediately driven towards being sat upon her lap as her arms encircled you, warm and inviting. Perks of having an absolutely massive girlfriend; you fit in her lap perfectly, and neither of you would have it any other way.

“Now,” she said in her best quiet voice- not really much softer than her usual tone, but the thought behind it meant enough. “Who’s gonna tell me what’s goin’ on with ‘em so that I can do my job properly and take care of ‘em?”

You open your mouth to answer, but before you can, a nose is pressed against yours, forehead to forehead, and you can hear the smile in her voice.

“That’s right— you. C’mon, doll, spill your guts.”

That, in fact, was the kindest way she’d ever asked you to share your feelings. You were working on it.

“Feels stupid to say it’s just the depression again,” you grumble as you press your cheek against her shoulder.

“Ain’t stupid,” she interjects, “just is what it is. Don’t make it any less of a thing, y’know?”

A warm, broad hand ran back through your hair, gently untangling the slightly greasy strands where you had neglected to shower for a day or so longer than you probably should have. Your eyes shifted away, staring down at your hands in your lap as she carefully tended to your hair.

“Dollface, look at me. Up, up here.”

As you looked up at her, she gently traced your features with her fingertips. Her thumbs grazed the outline of your lips, scarred fingers traced your eyebrows and the bridge of your nose. The soft smile on her freckled face as she did so made you smile in turn, just a little, just enough for her to notice.

“Theeere she is,” she beamed as your smile broadened slightly with her enthusiasm, “there’s my girl.” She leaned down to press a quick kiss to your lips, then another, and another, then eventually was rapid-fire kissing your entire face from jaw to cheeks to forehead until you were a giggling mess in her arms.

“Aw. Lookit that. I missed that.” She smiles again, gapped teeth sending your heart fluttering.

And you start to feel just a little bit lighter.

[styxisms]

@riprachel ♥

"What? I just want to get high and forget about it." He had the misfortune of having a talk with his father today. It covered all of the usual subjects from his lack of masculine interests to his various shortcomings. All he could do was stay quiet and take it. Which led to him getting totally wasted and getting into a fight in town. He hated this place. He hated his dad. He hated his shitty life. He thought at least Rachel would just be chill about it (and distract him). Not like she gave a shit about him, right?

[nat1volition]

played the medieval game

[irishyuri]

this is the first time ive drawn for myself since. since the end of march

[rngyis]

Transit + Ambush

AMBUSH :  for both characters to come under attack by the same enemy.

+

TRANSIT :  for one muse to sit next to the other on a public transport.

--

Five stops.

Ryangyi sat almost perfectly in the center of the subway, positioned as if she was ready for a photo. Sat up, posture corrected. Her dark hair was tied back casually, a pair of sunglasses resting on the bridge of her small nose. It wasn’t bright enough for them, but no one seemed to take notice. To her right, her seat was empty. To her left, Sen sat alert, his attention locked on the door closest to them. She could feel his tension, and a hand reached out to give his arm a comforting squeeze. His eyes met her own and the two shared a silent nod.

Four stops.

She can still remember the exact moment she realized her and Sen shared a mutual connection outside of their careers. She was a nosy woman, with a tendency to eavesdrop or look over one's shoulder. A familiar name often popped up on his phone and at some point, Ryangyi felt herself grow suspicious of him. It wasn’t until he finally opened up to her one drunken night that they learned of the correlation in their private lives. A common enemy, one set out to target them both. Staying together like this was either extremely smart or extremely stupid. 

Three stops.

Everytime the transit doors opened, she could feel her throat tighten. Sen shifted slightly in his seat and to other passengers it probably looked as if he were just uncomfortable in the non padded benches. But she knew, and she shared the sentiment. They were so close to being far enough from the threat of… what exactly? She knew who they were running from, but not sure the threat that was made to Sen. All she knew was her name was mentioned to him at some point, and he had shown up in a haste, demanding she pack light and leave with him. 

Two stops.

They were almost there, more and more distance being put between them and Seoul with each passing minute, yet Sen’s unease didn’t dissipate. The unease radiating from him only heightened her own anxieties. The knowledge of danger paired with the ignorance of what exactly that danger is wasn’t a good mix, and suddenly Ryangyi could feel her demeanor match her friends. She trusted him, of course. He never gave her a reason not to. I can’t tell you, not here. Let’s go. Few words were spoken in the past several hours since he appeared at her doorstep, but he had left very little room for anything but escape. 

One stop.

Sen looked over at her, and finally, he stood, taking a hold of her wrist to drag her to the door. The pair waited, his grip a little too tight on her. She ignored the discomfort, knowing he wasn’t intentionally trying to hurt her. Her bag was close to her side and she watched as his eyes continued to stay locked on the seam of the two doors in front of them, waiting for the moment it would open. Ryangyi fought the urge to ask him more questions, instead she took a step closer to his side. She didn’t know if their final destination would mark them safe or not, but it was too late to worry about either. For now, she’d let herself be led around. The train car slowed to a stop, and the doors opened. Two things she’d been observing for the past hour, but this time, they seemed to happen much slower. She wanted to look at Sen again, but her gaze was frozen on the unfamiliar scenery of their stop.

Arrived. 

[t-lostinworlds]

it just goes to show just how long it's been since i've written anything bc the second i scrolled through my docs and saw an acronym of a title i was like ??? what does that mean ??????

[ochi06]

your wish for everyone to have a chance to be happy

[wolfythewitch]

Smiling Jon sketches