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sooo i made myself a goretober list since october is just around the corner, I highly doubt I’ll even manage half of them, but i Will Attempt To
if you wanna use the list, I’d love to see what you make!! just @ me :> or just DM me the post, the tagging is wack sometimes but yeah!!
Not Huskerdust but Angel centric character study (feat. dad lucifer)
It's not a sharp pain. Not something that stabs and tears until you are nothing but pain and flesh and blood. No, it's constant. A low-grade ache in-between bone that gets worse when it rains. Always in the background, but easily ignorable if you can find something else to focus your attention on. If you can just not think about it.
Angel has perfected the art of Not Thinking About It.
His thighs are on fire, he doesn't even want to think about the mess that awaits his med-kit beneath his skirt, and still, he's more preoccupied with the weight in his chest than any of the vicious stinging going on literally everywhere else. Husk isn't at the bar when he tiptoes through the door, shame, he'd been hoping for a pick-me-up after today. They've been warming up to each other, he thinks, at least he's warmed to Husk and his- at first, rather off-putting- demeanor. Husk remains as blithe and unreadable than ever. But he's stopped calling Angel out on it when he dons his 'fake' affect.
It's necessary, sometimes. The reality of his job is that it's exhausting. That it injures him about as bad as it might if he worked as a boxer, that he hates himself a little more after each shoot because he signed for this. He allowed this. Val never lets him forget.
Sometimes, when the mood takes him, Val will want to 're-stake' his claim on Angel after he's been passed around a fair amount. Says, "It's to show the bitches what's mine" and Angel knows that includes him. It's never nice, never soft and overwhelming but only in the good ways, like it used to be. It just hurts. Val seems to take more pleasure in the humiliation of it than the act itself. He always moves faster when Angel cries, or bleeds, or- even better- both.
Angel's a professional, he cries when he needs to. When it means it'll be over faster, and he can crawl back into bed to try and sleep it off.
He doesn't know if Val realizes that, if it would make a difference. If it’d make it worse.
Point is, he needs to be fake sometimes, even still. Charlie, especially, wouldn't be able to handle it if he acted like he really felt all of the time. It helps him, too, focusing on maintaining appearances rather than the crushing realization that he is going to die, bloody and exposed.
Angel is so wrapped up in his- rapidly spiraling- thoughts that he doesn't clock the slumped form splayed across the couch, muttering to themselves, until they pop their head up at his late-night intrusion and lock eyes with him.
Sans top-hat, and his usual cutting smile, Lucifer fucking Morningstar is staring back at him, jaw dropped as his gaze struggles to remain on his face. That's fair, Angel supposes, he hadn't bothered cleaning up before heading home, not wanting to spend another minute in the studio and thinking the majority of the hotel would be in bed. Keyword being majority.
Fruitlessly, angel crosses his lower arms in a way that attempts to preserve his modesty.
"What crawled up your ass and died?" Angel drawls. Perhaps not the proper way to be addressing the king of hell, but it's going to be light outside soon, and to be fair, he does look like shit. Huge bags gather beneath each eye, his cheeks gaunt with a unique kind of Victorian despair you only really read about in books. At Angel's words, though, he chuckles- it's small, but seems real-and pushes his disheveled hair back from his forehead.
"You're one to talk, hm?" Another chuckle, "Come here." He pats the space on the couch beside him and scooches over to give Angel ample room. As he moves away, Angel can see what he's been muttering over- a small round frame, holding a picture of what looks like himself, a much younger Charlie, and a woman Angel has never seen before. Ah. Well fuck.
Angel, unprepared to be dealing with this minefield of a conversation, shakes his head.
"It's late, your highness. I've gotta cleanup before today's 'morning bonding activities'."
Lucifer gives him a dubious kind of look.
"You're going to do 'bonding activities' like that? You'll keel over. Come here, I think I can help." Angel isn't really sure how, considering angelic power hurts sinners and he doesn't see any med-kit around here, but he is vaguely afraid of rejecting the king of hell outright and incurring his wrath. They haven't had much time to get to know each other; considering Angel's track record with powerful demons, he's chosen to keep his distance. He's not sure how much Lucifer knows about his job either, or how much he knows about hell in general as it is now, considering he's been a recluse for decades.
"Uh..." Angel hesitates, glancing for a moment up the stairs towards his room. Wishing, more than anything, to be in bed cuddling with Nug right now.
"I'll be quick. Just... please let me help. You're one of Charlie's people, and I couldn't live with myself if I just looked away while you..." He gestures to Angel's body, and the violence carved into it, and Angel gets it. With a sigh, he makes his way to the couch and settles as far away as he can from where Lucifer is sitting, drawing both of his stiff legs to his chest when sitting normally makes him feel too exposed.
Lucifer chuckles, again, and Angel can hear what he mutters to himself, this time.
"Just like Char-Char, roly-poly-ing as soon as you get hurt."
Angel bristles. "I'm not your fuckin' kid, sicko. Do what you're gonna do and let me go, I've got a pig to feed."
Lucifer meets the words with wide eyes that almost immediately soften into something gentler, almost baleful. "Sorry." He mutters, then cups his hands and closes his eyes. After a few seconds, golden light starts to pool in the makeshift basin he's created, building upon itself until it's about a half-inch deep. Looks angelic to Angel, and, despite his name, he knows that kind of shit will kill him if he gets too close.
"Sir, I dunno if-"
"Shh..." Lucifer hushes, eyes still closed. There's a knit between his brows that wasn't there before. Angel wonders if getting in touch with his powers is painful at all, after what happened to send him here. He glances at the picture on the table, Charlie and her father look ecstatic, with matching face-splitting grins that they're exchanging with each other. The woman stands about an inch away, with primly folded hands, and a restrained smile on her lips. Angel isn't quite sure how to feel about her.
Before he can ponder any further on Lucifer's family and love life, the angel gasps, "Done!"
In his hands, the once-golden pool of light has turned a deep red, almost-like blood, just a shade lighter. It's a little close to Val's color, and Angel has to be thankful that it's liquid, not smoke.
"Now, can you set your legs down?"
Angel doesn't tear his eyes from the liquid in Lucifer's hands. What if it's not a cure? What if it hurts? Worse, what if he likes it? maybe that's what Lucifer's banking on, him liking it. that's how Val got him, and the colors are almost exactly the same. He can feel his chest constricting. He knew he should've just gone to bed.
"Ooookay... Or we can chill for a little bit." Lucifer gingerly places his cupped hands in his lap and lets out a low, unassuming whistle. Angel hates that it helps him calm down.
They stay silent and frozen for another few minutes over which Angel's breathing- excruciatingly- slows and his shoulders drop.
"Sorry..." It's his turn to mutter. Lucifer just smiles at him.
"That's alright. Can you get your legs now? Or do you need a minute?" He's so nice. Why is the king of hell so nice? Why does Charlie have such complicated daddy issues when her dad is so. Fucking. Nice? Angel throws his legs off the couch.
"Do your worst." He almost tacks on a 'daddy' at the end there, but catches himself just in time. Force of habit.
Lucifer smiles to himself like he knows, but telegraphs his movements as he leans forward and presses the liquid to the middle of Angel's chest, right at his heart. Angel flinches a little at the initial warmth, but Lucifer kindly ignores it, stepping back as soon as all of the liquid has- somehow, likely magically- seeped into Angel.
It's pleasant. Doesn't hurt, even as Angel can feel all of the deep, bleeding wounds on his back and thighs closing up. All he can feel is a steady warmth, like sitting in front of a fire, as it works its way through his body. A satisfied hum remains thrumming through him, even as the liquid finishes its work.
After less than five minutes, Angel feels as good as new. He doesn't think he's felt this good in decades. He can't help the grin that creeps onto his face at the well of feeling that bubbles in his chest.
"Shit! Thank you, sir! I feel great."
Lucifer is already looking at him when he whips his head around to thank him. He's got a wistful sort of look on his face that Angel couldn't even begin to decode. He returns Angel's grin, even looks a little better-for-wear himself. Got some color back, maybe.
"Anytime, Angel. And I mean that, anytime at all, even if it's not dawn and we're not the only ones here. I know a thing or two about keeping up appearances. It won't be a big, embarrassing thing."
With that, he winks and from thin air, his hat, coat, and staff appear, falling precisely where they usually sit. Once Angel recovers enough from the shock of that to look back at his face, his trademark pointy grin is firmly in place.
"Good morning Charlie! Ready to seize the day, huh?" He calls to a disheveled looking Charlie; she must've just woken up.
"Mo-" A yawn interrupts her greeting. "Morning, dad... Angel?" Angel grins over at her and nods.
"Just got back. Don't worry, I'll be up and at-em for our 'bonding activities' or whatever, m' just gonna go feed Nug."
For a moment, she seems dubious, but before she can ask further, Lucifer swoops in.
"I was just telling him to go get a little power-nap in! Here, while he does that, how do we feel about pancakes?"
Charlie gasps, sufficiently distracted, and follows him to the kitchen.
"My favorite!"
Angel chances one last glance at the two of them before heading upstairs. It’s a domestic scene, Lucifer has magicked an apron onto himself that says ‘Be Nice to the Cook’ and is whisking frantically while Charlie dozes on the island behind him. He’s still smiling, even when turned away from her, but Angel can see that it’s pasted on.
The picture has disappeared, too, he notices, when he finally turns away.
He’s not quite sure how he feels about any of this, right now. But nothing hurts.
Not anymore.
SPOILERS FOR DRDT CH2 E16!!
(taylor mention omg)
The lore!!! Taylor gets a name mention, and- We now know that Ace feels responsible for his death! Since he mentioned not wanting Levi’s to be the third death on his hands-
anyways ace fans how ya feeling?
also i loved the execution so much im sorry
omg wait ace bonus ep soon guys :3
Hanging out with family can get a bit strange sometimes, like one moment my father was asking me about my about my political beliefs and the next moment i had an entire (peeled) tangerine in my mouth, throwing a second at my sister, i feel like i should mention i was in the living room for all of 5 minutes and only left after throwing the couch tangerine at my little sister.
The Shadow Amongst Us teaser stay tuned folks!! please give enough support, this comic is being done by one Artitst, so the Pilot Comic needs ton of support to even be launched, and if It gets enough Audience, then Possibly it will turn into a series? comment down below your thoughts and critisim and ideas to help!!
WISHLIST
post canon things! you all know me! i am a simple lover of the implications of where shows leave off and always want to dive in
i really would love to explore the mess of an au that would come out of ella marrying the prince ( ie. alt timeline 2 ). it would be a mess, because for one, while i do not know if they would figure out where ella is right away, they would at some point and then they would have to figure out how to fight. three trolls. Yikes. and you also want to know what is another Yikes? ella having Zero romantic feelings for the prince is just sitting there trying to Endure and pretend and all the while trying to do good by the throne and ruling, but is oh so clearly not happy and feels she has little agency ( i will not ramble. i have thoughts. but i will Not ramble ). Double mess. and if you know me i love a mess.
alt timeline four. lemme have my ghostish girl let her wander and haunt ( affectionate )
hatchetfield! timeline! gimme!
also bg3 timeline... i have so many emotions about miss companion ella...
plot au's with me. or just plot with me lets scream and scheme besties
Too Much College
I am not entirely sure when I will start posting some content due to being to busy, hopefully I will be able to soon. But, I do want to be committed to this blog so I will try my very best.
Sketching something out so I can digitize it later
I like to imagine he sewed a straw to his hat
Prospects Document #1
Scenario #2, Prompt: The world waits for the right time to rest.
Silence will never be.
Silence never has been, is not, and never will be.
The world exists, and so does everything else in it, and with it.
It existed when time did, when the light did, when the dark did, when the end did.
The world waits patiently for the right time to rest.
At the start of time—at the start of the world—it was noisy. So much beings, so much creatures, who could have made them be?
In the sky, in the water, in the ground, in the cold, in the heat, in the world. In the world, existed everything.
And so much more.
The sky was white, the water was a mirror, the ground was a stage.
On legs, on tails, on hands, on feet. (Even without any of those?) Yes, even without any of those. They are alive.
Not everything, but so many things.
…there seemed to be a hierarchy of some sorts.
Some were pushed down, some were pushed up, some remained in the middle. What of it?
(But that’s not right.)
No, I’m sorry but that’s how it was made to be.
At the very top were the strange existences in the world. They took many forms, called themselves many names, and had done many things.
Soon, they learned. It got noisier when they did.
At first, they were like the rest. And then they started building. Creating. Developing. Progressing. And-
And-
And then they started harming.
Nothing harmed better than them.
Nothing progressed better than them.
Nothing developed better than them.
Nothing created better than them.
Nothing…was better than them.
Nothing.
And so the world waited.
Waited in the fire.
Waited in the ashes.
Waited in the flood.
Waited in the acid.
Waited in the plague.
Waited in the catastrophe.
Waited.
In the noise.
Word Count: 300
Finally almost done with the next chapter of the Fifth Turtle!!! 49 will get to meet the whole fam and some… secrets will be revealed.
halfway through the comic let's goooooo
soon
