#tell me true

[bunny-is-cute]

WIP Chapter 29 of “Tell Me True”

By @bunny-is-cute for the fanfic version of @angelic-fertility-potion-au

Husk has to be the most depressed soul in Heaven right now.

He walked along the streets of Heaven and felt uneasy. The genuine smiles that many winner-souls wore seemed like mocking grimaces to the sinner. He wished there was a pebble he could kick around the pavement, only something that could distract him mildly. No litter in sight. There was not even a crack in the smooth pavement.

Heaven was perfect.

Heaven wasn’t right for Husk.

Oddly enough he felt more at home along the rough streets of Hell, where he knew no one could be trusted. It was what he knew.

A place where all grief, worry, and anger could be suddenly gone? That sounded so numbing.

He caught a reflection of himself in a nearby window. He didn’t even look like himself. His black fur was a light brown color, and his eyes sparkled. His color palette was off, skewed, and looked unnaturally bright.

For a moment he thought about if he had any possible family members he could visit up here, but he knew that wasn’t possible. Husk always had a troubled home life — his father was a gambling man himself who had the worst luck on Earth, and his mother, for she was a good mom, was not a good woman, to say the least.

He had tried to find them in Hell many decades ago, or some family, but they’d been killed off by exterminators before he even had a chance to see them after his death.

His only family was his children and Angel — and he couldn’t lose them.

The sinner found a place to sit down and take a breath. He needed a moment to himself, a rarity as a new parent to three babies. He looked up to the golden sky and it felt like mockery. He missed Hell’s red sky.

He missed Hell…something was wrong with him.

“Husk!”

The cat looked over and saw Charlie and Vaggie rushing over to him.

“Oh hey, is everything okay?”

“We need to go! There’s a lot to explain but we need to go back to Hell!” Vaggie said.

That sounded like a relief to him.

“Okay.” Husk simply said and stood up.

“Where’s Angel?” Charlie asked.

“Oh, he’s at his ma’s place. His ma and sister are up here.”

“Oh, that’s great! Maybe now Angel will have the motivation to redeem himself!” Charlie said. “So he can be reunited with his family!”

Husk faltered at those words. He’d almost forgotten Charlie’s entire purpose was to redeem souls to get into Heaven. She wouldn’t understand how he didn’t want that to happen, cause he knew he sounded like a selfish asshole.

“I’ll show you where she lives,” Husk said as he began walking, leading the way to Angel’s replicated childhood home.

[mythicalcoolkid]

You don't wish your disability was worse or more visible, you wish your disability was taken seriously. Please stop confusing the two, I guarantee you would not get the support you need JUST by being more severe or more visible. Please listen to visibly disabled people when we tell you it isn't better on our side

[inkskinned]

we were sitting on the floor and i was cutting out tiny pictures to make a collage for a friend's birthday. you were on your phone and you laughed about something, and i was still in love with you then, so i asked what had you giggling.

"sorry. i was just..." you took a moment and went back to texting. "i was telling someone about how you're afraid of the dark."

i'm afraid of the dark because something bad happened. "oh." i felt a little slinky of shame crawl down my throat.

you glanced up, and maybe it showed on my face, because you rolled your eyes and held the phone to the side casually so i could see the group chat. "what? was it a secret?"

i looked down to the scissors in my hand. "i just..." no, it's not a secret. it just felt like something private, something serious. saying why would you tell someone that just feels like an accusation. it's unfair. i honestly am not even ashamed of it, it's just a fact about my person that i don't usually share.

what a strange experience. is this a human thing or a generational thing? for our grandparents: did they need to worry about how quickly someone can just... share your personal information? again, i didn't even really have a true objection. what could i say? i want any person in my life to feel they can be honest with their friends. it's not like i said don't tell anyone this.

i cut out another letter to complete the rainbow happy birthday, started hunting for the exclamation mark. i heard you sigh dramatically.

"don't make a big deal about this," you said.

this entire conversation was a pattern for us, and this was when we got to my least favorite part of the pattern. i would get my feelings hurt in some oblique not-technically-terrible way, and then it would be making a big deal about something. you'd get frustrated for me for being soft, but i was born soft. you knew i was soft when you pierced me. it's one of the things that made controlling me so easy.

"i'm not," i felt my voice crack. the question came without my wanting. "why are you guys talking about me?" and why are you saying that thing? why not like - i'm telling them how you're generous and kind and pretty.

you let out this low, tragic groan. "oh my god." you tossed the phone away from your body. "there, see? i just won't talk to them if you don't like it."

the rest of the hour went the way it always went, between us: i said i don't actually mind if you talk to your friends but -, you found a way to call my minor expression of discomfort "being dramatic." you got upset that i had been offended. i ended up apologizing, even though i hadn't actually done anything.

afterwards, you picked up the phone again. after texting for a little bit, you snorted. "okay," you said, "but it is kind of funny you're afraid of the dark. i mean, when you think about it."

[firethekitty]

last semester i wasn’t doing well in a very important class i needed to pass in order to graduate so i was working my ass off writing essays and shit and every time i started slacking i would bring up this image and i’d say “ah fuck you’re right vash i really need to keep working” and then i’d write for another two hours and i actually managed to pass and graduate and i honestly don’t know if i would’ve been able to without this picture. thank you vash

[khaopybara]

❝You said if I graduated as a doctor, I could ask you for anything, and you'd give it to me. (...) I know now what I want. (...) I want you.❞

SONYA SARANPHAT as PLENG SADABPIN and LOOKMHEE PUNYAPAT as WAN WANWIYA episode 1 of AFFAIR

[excali8ur]

Short sibling oppression

[r-aindr0p]

Mr. Hunt's sweet true lies

[koebi-channnn]

No matter what people say about Trey, Ace is The Most Normal Character. He plays basketball. He's good at card tricks. He likes eating hamburgers. He's used to getting a lot of attention because he's a youngest child. He teases everyone constantly but sometimes he can be nice. He's 5'8". He had a girlfriend in middle school and the relationship failed immediately. He could transfer to my school and I wouldn't blink an eye.

[dunmeshistash]

Okay, hang on, wait a minute, I was looking thru daydream hour, as I do, and I saw this page I usually just skip past

And at first I thought the left half was just random characters for some reason? But it's for the changelings, like that's dwarf Chilchuck and dwarf Laios bellow I think, and on top.... Is that elf Senshi???? That's Senshi's clothes right?? And the super round Senshi eyes, plus he's the only one with big wavy hair

Why did I just assume this was a random elf girl?? The first concept for elf Senshi was even more feminine???

I am shocked and delighted

[soupandasadysandwich]

Two of us told each other they loved each other unlike anyone else we ever knew. Two of us promised forever love.

One of us placed the other, placed "US" above and before all other things. Who do you say that person is?

All the rest of this thug culture posturing selfish bullshit means less than nothing. It does not hurt, it disgusts me. It is beneath me.

[bunny-is-cute]

Sneak peek of chapter 31 of “Tell Me True”

[satoruxx]

suguru isn’t made for casual. he’s a “carve your name into his flesh and seal his devotion with blood” kinda guy. an “i’m for you and you’re for me” kinda guy. an “i’ll give you everything as long as you look at me” kinda guy.

casual feels like an insult to him. dedication is all he knows.

[egophiliac]

some (extremely) quick doodles to celebrate the glorious return of glorious masquerade! I haven't had a chance to do much personal drawing lately, but I didn't want to let it go by without doing something!

[verflares]

(pre-calam) filling the compendium :-)

+ closeup and the aftermath

[starry-bi-sky]

mmm throwaway conversation between Dan and Danny that popped into my head that I had to write out:

"You spent ten years being a one-man mass extinction event, then went back in time and fought me, and lost." Danny snarls, arms crossed and throat tight. His mouth pulls back to bare dagger-sharp teeth, and his eyes burn with the familiar thrum of ectoplasm heating up behind his eyes. "If I didn't believe you were half of Vlad before, I do now."

His other self -- and really, can he even call him that? He's half of Vlad too. Two halves severed from each other and welded together to make a new whole, -- snaps his head over to him. Wild-eyed and furious, he looks unlike the man Danny fought before, the one unruffled and untouched, unbothered by the world around him. It's familiar, but not like the way a reflection is.

"What's that supposed to mean." The Other hisses, matching Danny's scowl one-for-one with fangs much bigger and sharper than his.

But there's a reason lions fear hyenas. Danny matches the rumble in The Other's chest with one of his own, and shoves his face close to his. "I don't lose."

[lipgloss3ater]

we only draw peak here on the lipgloss3ater blog