#i haven't written in like 4 years

[milkspooky]

Waylon couldn't sleep. But, that wasn't unusual anymore. Atleast not for the last several years. Some nights were better than others. When the night terrors were only nightmares and he didn't wake screaming. For the longest time he'd taken to sleeping on the other end of his home as not to startle Lisa awake. After extensive therapy, medication changes and some sleep studies he could share a bed with his wife again. 

 But tonight, Waylon couldn't sleep.

He quietly pulled himself out of bed and padded through the house. Waylon pulled a sweater off the coat rack and wrapped it around himself. Stepping out into the night air he took a deep breath. After the escape from Mount Massive and he found Lisa , they packed up the boys and moved as far as they could. 

The house was nice and basically- In the middle of nowhere. It helped the healing process. 

Foot steps echoed softly on the wood , but Waylon didn't lift his head. He knew who was approaching him.He always heard them on nights he couldn't sleep. But this time it had been six , maybe seven months since the last visit. 

Miles sat himself beside Waylon, not a word spoken between them. Miles pulled a cigarette from his pocket and lit it. The flame lighting his gold and black eyes briefly. Waylon didn't know when he started smoking.

“ Wanna hit?” Miles asked , holding out the cigarette. 

“ God, no. Lisa would strangle me.” Waylon said. A ghost of a smile on his lips. 

“ Suit yourself, Park.” Miles shrugged. Taking a long drag.

“ How do you even find me? “ Waylon asked , not looking at Miles.

“ I always know where to find you.” 

“ Creepy , Upshur.”

Miles chuckled. “ When you aren't really human anymore - It's got its perks, I guess.”

“ Like helping you be a stalker ?” 

“ Waylon! You wound me. I'm not stalking you. Just think of it as a friend visiting you.” Miles grabbed over his heart in mock hurt. 

“ You'll never tell me how you find me will you?” 

“ Not at all.” Miles said with a smile. 

Both men sat in silence for a long time. Their shoulders and knees brushed occasionally, it was a quiet comfort for both of them.

“ You know..” Waylon started. “ You could stay. There is more than enough room here. Lisa already agreed to it and we could figure out something to tell the boys.” 

“ Waylon.. You know I can't. “ It was brought up almost every time they saw each other in the beginning. Waylon almost begged Miles to stay. However, over time, Waylon slowly stopped asking.

A part of Miles wanted to say yes. Wanted to become a part of the Park family and forget everything but how to be human again. How to be loved. But he'd never get what he really wanted. A sick part of him wanted it to be just the two of them again

But Miles would never take him away from Lisa or his boys. Miles wanted so badly to be selfish and convince him to run, but he also knew that Waylon wouldn't leave his family again. Miles was a piece of the puzzle that couldn't fit. And he wasn't going to force himself to fit. Even when Waylon looked at him like that.

“ Waylon. We've talked about it. It won't work. I'd be a reminder of what happened. We'd remind each other. I'd remind your family.” 

Waylon rolled his eyes in frustration. “ Then why bother even coming back? If you’re so fucking worried about it.”  

“ Because I love you.” Oh shit.” Not in like a - I wanna fuck you or leave your wife and marry me way.” Anxiety tight in his gut for the first time in a long time. “ Look, Park. We've been through hell together and we have a bond. We kept eachother alive and I love you for that.” 

Waylon looked at him like he saw right through his bullshit.

“ Why do you keep hurting yourself like this Miles.” 

Because hurting is the only thing that makes me feel human anymore, Waylon.

But Miles will never say that. 

After a few beats of silence, Waylon signs. “ I love you too. In your weird fucked up way I guess.” 

Before Miles could think of a remark. A light from the house flipped on. No doubt Lisa noticing her husband was gone and looking for Her husband.

Miles stood, so did Waylon. Miles knew this was his cue to leave. 

“ Miles- “ Waylon was caught off by a brush of lips to his own. Quick gentle, almost like a ghost.Waylon's eyes fluttered shut.

Waylon loved his wife. Waylon loved his kids. Waylon did not loves Miles back in the way he wanted. And that was okay. 

Miles promised this would be the last time he came to see Waylon. Just like the time before and the time before that.

Waylon opened his eyes again and Miles was gone. 

[jasminesilk]

Get in, loser. We're moving to Del Sol.

It's time to fuck around and find out.

Meet our new legacy founder for The Beginner's Drama Challenge by @cosmoosims.

Trinity is a 20-year-old scorpio with a proclivity for rebellion. She has recently moved into a run-down fixer-upper out in the suburbs of Del Sol Valley, leaving her hometown of Tomarang in the dust.

Her given name is actually Pham Trinh, but for totally legal and completely unsuspicious reasons has been going by the alias Trinity since making the move.

She loves death metal, The Matrix, wasabi snacks, and rottweilers.

Big shout-out to my inspirations for this story-driven gameplay: @oshinsimblr (for her recent Griffon Legacy videos over on youtube) and @pixelnrd (for her decades challenge story with the iconic Langston Legacy). Please check them out if you haven't already, I'm obsessed with both of them!

[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.)

[mmultifandommultishipper]

I just asked myself the question, "what if Red and Chloe failed in the end?" and now I'm spiraling.

This may have to be the first full fic I ever made.

Stay tuned!

[auseyre]

Prompt 12 -Identity

In the aftermath, the weeks and months that follow that day, they,all of them, form a strange, precarious detente. Porsche is Pete’s best friend and they talk every damn day. And it proves impossible to completely disentangle himself from the minor family business. They are still family, no matter how much Vegas wishes he could drain the blood from his veins, from Macau’s and replace it with something new and untainted. And Korn doesn’t let go of family -- not unless they’re in a coffin. The evil fuck kept his sister locked in a secret room for years. Vegas is still a little smug about that when he looks at Kinn. Sure his Pa sucked but not quite that much. 

Sometimes though, sometimes, Vegas looks at Porsche and he remembers that the first time his Pa looked at him like he was nothing, the first time he hit him was the day after Porsche “died”. And no matter how almost friendly they are now, he hates and hates. His mind is a red haze, filled with all the ways he could have/should have/would have tortured Porsche. And he has to leave. He goes to the lakehouse, takes a stack of books and waits. Pete always comes for him. 

But those days grow fewer as time passes. Vegas will never trust Korn, but turns out the bastard really is sick. And when he’s gone, things ease a lot. Vegas doesn’t even realize the slow turn from tenuous contentment to happiness, doesn’t notice when he stops expecting everything to fall apart, to be taken from him like always. He just knows that one day, he looks at Porsche and something dark and knotted inside him breaks apart and disappears. He looks at Porsche and he knows that it was never, ever about Vegas. There was nothing wrong, or broken about him. Pete’s lesson finally settles deep inside him. He could have never made his father happy, because he was the wrong son. 

[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 🧍‍♀️

[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.

[theflyingfeeling]

fic talk in the tags 💝

[the-hilda-librarians-wife]

Nyx Anymore Idea's for the Sketchbook Beauty and The Beast Sketchbook AU .

It's kind of been on the back of my mind for a week and I would love to hear more about it .

I think I'm going to keep my cards close to myself since updating the AU and finally finishing the fic are things I'm looking forward to doing when I finally get some time, but given that you like the idea, might I entertain you with what I have already written?

[zooone]

guys we r so back irs 3.2k words so far and im not even halfway done 🙏

[chrisbangs]

smth abt chan written, arranged, produced songs that make me wanna pick apart his process and brain and thoughts... i wanna make music with him i think he's so thoughtful with the instruments and sounds he uses and i wish i could talk abt it with him and know what he's thinking abt when he uses this kinda sound instead of this one...

[youjustwaitsunshine]

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

[caroloftheshells]

so many things to grade in the next ~24 hours and i am SO tired from teaching as well as the makes-you-tired disease but we're going to do the bare minimum of grading and call it a day ig

[noxtivagus]

ffxv makes me so emotional oh my god 🥹🫶🏼