#I write Much more often than I draw

[unseelie-courtesan]

It's been a pretty good day at the hotel, all things considered. Charlie wanted to do another round of trust falls, positive that they'd all come up with new and deeper secrets as they grew closer together. And hey, she wasn't wrong, Nifty actually got caught this time! But one thing Angel couldn't help but notice was that after the trust falls, Husk had been acting a little more snarly than usual. He couldn't figure out why at first, it wasn't like he had shared anything personal enough to be a big deal, and he had been caught after grumbling out that he preferred the taste of cheap booze over the expensive stuff, but he was nursing his bottle more intently than usual all through the rest of the day, and even turned in early. That was when Angel noticed it properly. As Husk walked up the stairs, thinking he was out of sight, he went to rub at one of his shoulders, wincing in the process.

So maybe he slinked off to join him. Maybe he just happened to slide into Husk's room before the kitty cat could close the door, needing to let that long tail in behind him doesn't exactly mean he can slam it quick. Husk's gruff "What-?" turned into a falter when he saw Angel, only to turn into a groan as he walked over to the bed. "Listen, I'm not in the mood for your games tonight kid."

"They're only games 'cause you ain't said yes yet." It's automatic, a flirt, a tease. Not even instinct, it's a full on reflex, out of his mouth before he can think about it. Husk's scowl made Angel wince, but he pushed on regardless, holding out his hands in front of him in the universal gesture for surrender. "Besides, that ain't why I'm here. Honest. Just wanted to know what's going on, you doing okay?"

There's a moment where shock crosses that gruff face, and he covers it up quickly enough Angel almost thinks he imagined it, but after a beat or two Husk just gave a shrug as he grumbled that it wasn't anything to worry about, just his back acting up, and why wasn't there a decent fucking chiropractor here in hell? Angel couldn't help his grin as he listened to the complaining, all too aware that just a month ago he definitely wouldn't have gotten an honest answer out of Husk, and as soon as he got the chance he stepped in a little closer.

"Well, luckily for you, you've got the best set a' hands in hell right here to help you out with your little problem." One pair rested on Husk's shoulders as he spoke, the other taking those pawlike hands as he winked. "They don't call my fingers magic for nothing baby."

This time when he's glared at, it's easy to laugh it away. It took a little effort, a little coaxing, but eventually he managed to convince Husk to at least hear him out and go along with his idea. To lay down on his stomach, resting his head on his crossed arms as he let his wings relax out to the sides. It didn't take long at all before Angel was joining him, climbing onto the mattress and climbing onto those thighs.

With Angel straddling Husk's hips from behind, the jokes are just too easy, low hanging fruit, like any time Pentious opens his mouth, and he can ignore it easily. Instead he clapped both sets of hands together and rubbed them together for a few minutes, warming them up with the friction. When he finally got to work properly, the reaction was immediate.

One pair began up at Husk's shoulders, working the heels of his hands deep into the muscle tissue while the other pair began to explore, carefully, at the join where Husk's wings met his back. At first, all Angel got in response was Husk tensing up beneath him. Every muscle in his shoulders knotted up worse, and those wings went so stiff that he began to wonder if this was a bad idea after all. But as Angel worked, keeping his commentary to himself for a change, he slowly started to see the difference as bit by bit, Husk managed to make himself relax into the stead, firm pressure.

One thing that quickly became clear was that while Husk's posture was terrible, there was a reason for it. Those wings of his were heavy. He's slouching forwards at least as much to keep his balance every day as he is because of how he feels beat down by the world. There's knots so stiff and tense under his fingers that Angel is pretty sure they've been there since the guy was alive, and the extra set of complex joints right in the middle of the bastard muscles in his back certainly weren't helping matters. It's no wonder he hasn't seen Husk flying around anywhere, he's not sure how well he can actually move those wings.

Bit by bit, Angel worked on massaging out the stress. The pain. The tension. The noises Husker let out weren't quite moans, and there were more than a few hisses of pain here and there as Angel's deft fingers found an exceptionally stubborn knot of muscle and worked on it until the fibers loosened and it settled into place. But eventually, once Angel had worked his way down Husk's back past his wings, kneading ever closer to the base of his tail, he heard a new noise. Something he's never heard from Husk before.

He heard purring.

It's a low, raspy sound. Deep in the old man's chest, more sensation rumbling through his body than truly audible. It sounded like something Husk hasn't done in a long time, like he's almost forgotten about the concept. It's such a surprise that Angel very nearly blurted out a laugh, but instead he bit his lip as he grinned silently, still silently working his way down that knobbly spine.

He never thought he'd be on top of another guy, straddling their thighs, and not be jumping straight into fucking them. But maybe there's something to be said for a little gentle intimacy too.

[chiropteracupola]

steadfast sailor, paper captain...

[skitskatdacat63]

catie I NEED more vettonso lore for your au. please. (love u)

Aaaaaaaaaaa!!!!!! C!!! Thank you so much for asking!! This took me a bit cause there’s a lot of stuff I want to cover and I had to figure out how to balance the explanation of the historical context and how I apply it to my AU. But seriously thank you for asking because I did more research to write this post and learned a lot of things that make me feel deranged but I cannot bring any of this up to anyone irl without sounding like a lunatic. I’d apologize for the length but you should expect this from me by now! (I realized this doc for this was 1.5k+ my god)

Basic Info: early 1700s historical AU with arranged marriage plot 

Historical Context:

Okay, so this AU is based on a real historical event: The War of The Spanish Succession. Which is when the Spanish Throne was without a clear line of succession because the bloodline(Spanish Habsburgs) died out. So then, even though the previous Spanish King named his successor(Philip V, a Duke related to the French Royal family - representing Fernando in this AU), the Habsburgs still thought they should be allowed to keep the throne within their dynasty, thus offering up the second son(Charles VI - representing Seb in this AU) of the Holy Roman Emperor. So obviously they had to start a war because of it. But then the end result ended up being that because Charles VI’s older brother, the Holy Roman Emperor at the time, died during the war(because of illness though so it would have happened regardless), he became the next Emperor and Philip V ended up becoming the Spanish King after all, rendering it all pointless imo.

How does this relate to Vettonso?:

I'm not overly interested in either Charles VI and Philip V as people, but rather the roles they fulfill in this conflict, but obv I can’t help but draw on details from their lives. As I mentioned, Fernando is now Fernando I of Renault/France Spain and Seb is Sebastian I of Red Bull Austria. This is supposed to be like 2010-2012!Vettonso with Ferrari!Fernando and RBR!Seb(but like Fernando's title of Duke coming from France, because of his championships with Renault.) This AU is kinda just me looking at this historical event and thinking: wouldn’t a gay arranged marriage solve this succession quandary? But also just that it reminds me of Fernando and Seb’s rivalry, and the nationalities/kingdoms fit pretty well!!

Think about the throne of Spain as akin to winning a race, but becoming Holy Roman Emperor as winning the whole entire competition.(Also side note: real life Charles VI didn’t become a king until he became Emperor and adopted all of his brother’s titles, but I want Seb to be a boy king in this AU, so he can have a title as a treat.) Imagine you’re competing for something and you win it, but the only reason you win is because the other competitor won an even bigger prize!!!! Yay you got what you wanted but the boy king is now the emperor of most of Europe. And now you are stuck with him through lawfully wedded arranged marriage because they let you have what you wanted but only under the condition that the two kingdoms are still united. Yeah Fernando got the title, but Seb gained even more titles(get it???) 

They probably have a lot of animosity coming into the marriage, like “how could I ever build a relationship with the man who tried to steal my birthright?” but then realize they’re pretty similar after all. Though obviously Fernando has a lot more resentment than Seb because Seb won the whole damn thing! He would have control over Spain as he’s the king but since it's still within the domain of the empire, Seb would always have the final say. And Seb tries to be magnanimous like “Don’t worry, I won’t interfere”, and Fernando is all snide with comments like “Oh thank you great imperial majesty, can I really? Would you really allow me to do so?” But eventually become loving co-rulers that still constantly snipe at each other over different decisions the other makes. 

Some headcanons(I guess you’d still call it headcanons even if it's your own AU bcs it still comes from your head) + some fun facts from real life that have brainrotted me so I’m putting them in:

Their dynamic is just Seb being a very righteous, bratty boy king emperor who is unabashed about being that way, because he feels that it is his right, but still has a heart of gold and wants to treat his husband well no matter the circumstances leading to their marriage. And then Fernando is like a stray cat that keeps hissing and scratching because it’s really hard for him to accept the circumstances because he still feels humiliated, even though he got everything he wanted, but he still can’t help but be charmed by this baby emperor because he sees attributes of himself in Seb, and can’t really fault him because he would be the exact same, flaunting his power, if he were in Seb’s shoes. 

They would have to speak in French to each other because that’s their shared language but eventually attempt to learn each other’s native languages! Imagine Seb has to travel to Spain to give some Emperor speech and Fernando then bullies him for his bad Spanish. 

They would probably split where they live based on a schedule or by need. Yes, Fernando is the King of Spain but he is also the Emperor’s husband so he does have to spend time in the capital, Vienna. And then since Spain is a part of the empire, Seb has to go routinely, but y’know also to spend time with his husband. They find that their marriage as well as their politics is full of having to make concessions and compromises in order to make it work. 

Something I find funny is that as compensation for not getting the Spanish throne back, Spain had to cede some Italian territories to the Empire. That is literally the Ferrari plot with the transfer from Fernando to Seb!!

I’m not sure how the titles would work in this AU because obviously a m/m political marriage has not ever happened(as far as I know.) But I guess Fernando would just be King Fernando I of Spain and then Seb would be Holy Roman Emperor Sebastian I with the million titles that come with being in that role(though like most importantly Archduke of Austria and King of Bohemia and Hungary, etc.) I like the idea that Seb tries to share some titles with Fernando as a show of good will but Fernando is so affronted, mostly just from embarrassment, like “oh you think I need your good will?? I can’t be happy with what I earned in my own right??” But their kids would receive both titles and would be split in the traditional way, like first kid getting it all mostly, but the others still being nobility obv(yes.. there would be mpreg because of the plot need for succession….don’t ask who…)

They bond through their love of horses, particularly fast horses. The first time they go riding together, they’re both like awkwardly trying to act very proper as a sense of showmanship to the other like “I’m more mature than you”, but then can’t stop trying to get ahead of the other person and eventually break into a full-on race. Their aids are mutually like “oh god, they’re both the same type of insane.” 

Irl Charles VI was so salty about losing the throne that he wouldn’t stop dressing like a traditional Spanish monarch. I can totally see Seb doing that and Fernando getting so pissed with him like “you became emperor!! What more could you possibly want???’ and Seb then fixing him with his biggest pout and saying “your throne!” But also Fernando being weirdly into it because it’s basically Seb presenting himself blatantly as Fernando’s spouse. 

In that same vein, I’m going crazy over how there’s a painting from before the war, of Philip V wearing vestments from both the French order of chivalry and the Habsburg order of chivalry. Like basically stating the desire to see those two lines combined into one kingdom, which fits so well into this AU. Just Seb going crazy over how Fernando is willingly branding himself as belonging to Seb’s house. 

A testimony of Philip V’s personality is that he was a “neurotic, vacillating ruler, concerned with outward decorum and brave only in battle,” god can you not sense the energy of Fernando in that statement???

Very important to me that Charles VI reportedly had many male lovers, and that his soulmate was one of his courtiers. Maybe there can be a bit of Martian or Sebson cheating plot with them being his courtiers hahaha  

Not very relevant in this AU but there’s something about how Philip V had the longest ever reign of a Spanish monarch. Is that not Fernando??? Old man who will rule on forever, or should I say, forever keep his seat 

I already obv posted the wip for this but I'll include it here again as visual rep hehehe:

I've spent way too much time lately trying to research the fashion of the time ugh. But this, as I said, is like first joint portrait session into the marriage. And I guess I kind of want them to be wearing their corronation clothing, which I'm pretty solid on for Seb but still need to research more for Fernando. I think I'll maybe try and just put him in the afformentioned traditional Spanish monarch clothing, but the fact that it's all black kinda bores me, I'd rather he wear red!! This is like a typical royal couple type pose, except they're being more tactile. Also there's something to be said about the symbolism of Fernando being the one standing and Seb being the one sitting hehehe....

[icewindandboringhorror]

sometimes looking at like Self Help Strategies lists for the symptoms I'm having is always just like:

thing that I already do

thing I have tried 10 times

thing I already do

thing that I don't have the money to do

thing I already do

thing I've been doing since I was 10yrs old to no avail

thing that is impossible given my situation

thing that doesn't apply to me

thing that I already do

thing I have already tried

hrmm, oh wait, maybe finally- OH, yeah.. okay. thing that I already do but it was just phrased slightly differently

thing I have already done

[viric-dreams]

I may have lost this painting when I quit my drawing programme, but I can offer a small writing snippet to accompany the WIP screenshot, so it's not all gone to waste:

“What are you painting?”

Tamara hadn’t heard Ockham come in, but the way the corners of her vision shift around her, harsh lines of light softening to a dreamy blur, she should’ve realised it much sooner.

“It’s the view from my bedroom balcony. In Varchas,” she says, choosing her words carefully in a tongue that still feels foreign and clunky.

Ockham squints, studying the painting with a furrowed brow, and the expression suddenly reminds her of her auntie. Tamara shakes her head, dismissing the illogical comparison. They clearly look nothing alike. They shouldn’t, at least.

Ockham’s hand traces along the line of a wall of mirrors, where it intersects with a planter containing long dead greenery, careful not to touch the still wet paint. She’s suddenly aware that the perspective on the planter is off, and makes a mental note to fix it as soon as she’s able.

“It is not a very nice view,” Ockham finally says.

Although it’s a somewhat rude thing to say, it’s not entirely wrong. There was nothing special or aesthetically pleasing about the view. She’d barely paid it any mind herself, in all of the years she’d lived and slept in that room. The part of her brain that had been slowly developing since she’d picked up this new hobby urged her to move some elements, give the piece stronger tones than the monotonous muddy yellow characteristic of Varchaasi evenings. But that would go against the aim of painting it in the first place.

“It is not a very nice view, no. But it’s the one I had, and if I don’t paint it how it was, I fear one day I won’t remember how it really looked like anymore.”

Ockham’s studying her now, and she wishes, not for the first time, that she had any insight into her flatmate and companion’s mind, whether it even worked the same way as a real person’s would. If Ockham would find her thought offensive.

“Ok.”

“Ok?” she repeats, confused.

“Ok,” Ockham nods, then moves away from the painting towards the door, “I go now to the market. Is there something not on the list that we need?”

She nods no, then catches herself and changes the motion.

“No, nothing.”

“Ok.”

Ockham is gone again. This time she hears the door click closed. With a sigh, she draws her brush across the canvas, determined to fix that planter before it cements itself as warped in her memories.

[aha-my-villainous-thoughts]

ASH! There is no one like you. Your art is so BOLD and creative and genuinely awe-inspiring. I admire all the slutty, slutty things you make Ed and Stede get up to, while also making them look so pretty and colorful. So glad we have you in this fandom. 💕

I seriously don't have words 😭😭😭😭 have some memes instead 😭😭😭💖🧡💚💙💜💖

Thank you so much marianne!!! 😭💖💜💙💚💛🧡❤️💖😭

[lyril]

i feel like not enough people use writing fanfiction as a way to like... study and learn? outside of it being more practice and things. like sure, this is for entertainment first and foremost, but for me keeping the writing tone and characterization as accurate as i can to then transform it more into a writing style to create something good just ends up in me like, intensely studying the source material. i don't ever go off of memory i fucking break that shit down, study dialogue patterns and write down literally everything the characters i'm writing for say, observe the structure and themes and tone of whatever i'm looking at, watch and analyze things until i'm sick of them and come out a better writer because of that hands-on observation and because i simply fucking hate when other people go off of memory while writing characters i like ❤️

[acaesic]

man. i wanna get back into multifandom stuff but at the same time i cannot feel anything for things that arent idkhow anymore :,)

[batfossil-fr]

man I love writing lore I wish I had the energy to do more than one lore every 6 months

[waywardsalt]

i hope im bellum’s biggest fan

[iknowwhereyousleepatnight]

i'm bad at watching shows but i'm interested in their characters/plots so i've decided to try and guess canon based off of reading a bunch of fanfics. so far i don't think i'm very close because it's something my sister has watched and the characters i keep reading about are like. the sidest of all side characters. but i will find canon somewhere

[unproduciblesmackdown]

one in a million when i watch smthing in the horror genre and don't end up disappointed to/and/or pissed off about it so like "also yeah i liked it. ooo" is like relative to that an off the charts rave review of media of the millennium. also i did think about mh a lot along the way so would recommend its affect/effect if you like mh's horror too

[skitskatdacat63]

I know it would literally never happen, but whenever the speculation of who the next James Bond will be comes up, I can only think about how I would sell my soul to get a butch lesbian James Bond 😣

[britneyshakespeare]

I don’t think he ever read any of my poems now that I think about it

[concoctionboy]

@smg34-shipper: Ask it what its name is. You do have the plant to translate

Well, maybe not... the man-eating plant says that I only asked it to translate for Squit, and that I haven't even given it the arm I promised for that yet.

Okay, fine. I'm telling the plant I'll give it one arm now and I'll promise it my other arm when we leave this room if it translates for anything else in the meanwhile. (Of course, I can regrow both arms afterward anyway—I'll just be a little smaller—but the plant doesn't need to know that.)

The plant agreed to the new deal, so... so far so good.

And now it belatedly occurs to me that I didn't try talking to the thing in the pillowy moss first and for all I know it speaks English and I didn't need the plant to translate at all. I... probably should have thought of that before promising my other arm to the plant.

Okay, no, turns out it doesn't speak English and I did need the plant to communicate, so at least I didn't give up my other arm for nothing.

I still don't know what the hell this thing is, but apparently its name is Floscle.

(Once again, anyone is welcome to make suggestions; if you want to catch up on what's going on there's an Expedition Masterpost here.)

[13thsinnr]

kitten ill be honest daddy has no motivation to do anything anymore