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“We're forever gonna have a fucking reason to sin. Let me leave my soul to burn and I'll be breathing it in!”
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I've got to do something different.
I've been scared to come on here for months. I've been too afraid to curate my space because of the potential fallout. I've been too afraid to speak up for myself, and, at times, I've felt like that's fine because I don't deserve to be heard or understood.
I want to be here.
I want to not be afraid to be here.
I want to not feel guilty every time I think about being here.
After thinking about it and discussing it with some very kind people who reached out, I think the best thing to do is to move this blog and start over.
I'll make a post when the new blog is finished.
I've got to do something different.
I've been scared to come on here for months. I've been too afraid to curate my space because of the potential fallout. I've been too afraid to speak up for myself, and, at times, I've felt like that's fine because I don't deserve to be heard or understood.
I want to be here.
I want to not be afraid to be here.
I want to not feel guilty every time I think about being here.
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the blow snapped angel's head sideways with a crack that echoed through the alley, the familiar taste of copper filling his mouth. the next was enough to have him dropping to the floor with a laugh, a bright, breathless, ugly little thing.
❛ that all you got? ❜ he drawled, his lower set of arms propping him up off the floor as the top pair spread, an open invitation. ❛ i've had john's hit me with their dicks harder than that. ❜
he barely had the time to close his mouth before the first kick drove into his ribs. then another, and another, steel toed boots finding the flesh of his torso with merciless precision, each impact having his body fold tighter in instinct against himself.
each strike was a cruel little absolution, a language he knew by heart, one his body answered before his mind could as pain blossomed beneath his skin in hot, vivid bursts. somewhere beneath the ache, beneath the bruises already raising beneath pale fur, something ugly unfurled inside him. relief. sweet, poisonous relief. pain he hadn't earned from his own hands.
he couldn't do it himself. every time he'd tried to turn that violence inward, something had stopped him: a voice so quiet he couldn't make it out who it belonged to. sometimes it felt like came wrapped in warmth that had no business existing in hell. a belief so painfully unwavering that, for a heartbeat, he could almost imagine he deserved it. other times it exploded into his thoughts in a burst of loud laughter and the sharp scent of gunpowder. and the other times....it felt like the quiet weight of another soul sitting beside him in comfortable silence. of the steady, grounding presence of someone who didn't try to fix him, didn't pretend the hurt wasn't there, but stayed anyway.
no matter which one, they were always enough to make him pause, from comfort of their voice or from the guilt that settled like barbed wire around his ribs. either way, he'd learnt that picking fights outside of his job, outside of the studio, outside of val was just easier. cleaner. he could pretend he wasn't asking for it, pretend this was just Angel Dust being insufferable.
and whatever happened, he knew he deserved it.
❛ harder daddy ❜ the words came out in a pained gasp, lips spreading into a wide grin as the sinner above him raised their hand in a fist once more.
Ya can't run off an' drag 'im back. He'll jus' go back t' Val th' second ya step away. He'll come back; it's jus' gotta be his choice.
That-- or some version of it, was what Cherri had told Tyco nearly every day since Vox's pathetic attempt at dictatorship ended in the ruination of... everything.
Yes, everything. The overlord couldn't bring himself to care that the good guys had won that day. He didn't care that redemption was proven possible. He didn't care that Charlie's dream was coming true, and the hotel was flooded with new souls instilled with a spectacular sense of hope.
If anything... he resented it all. He couldn't stand to be in the same room as Charlie as she flitted about and welcomed her new guests. She didn't care that Angel was gone. She didn't care that Angel was subjecting himself to eternal torment because of what Vox had him do to her.
Like everyone else... she used Angel long enough to get what she wanted: Clout, recognition, proof of concept... now that there were dozens of sinners at the hotel, what did one matter?
Tyco sighs as he kicks a stray bottle down the sidewalk. He had to get out of that hotel before he raised his hand to her again. Angel wasn't there to stop him, and Cherri was busy on her weekly video-chat with Heaven. He would be able to get away with it this time... and then Vaggi would stab him.
Why does he bother staying there? He never believed in redemption. His only reason for supporting that place was gone...
... But Cherri's words kept ringing in the back of Tyco's head. He'll be back.
... Tyco needs to be there when Angel comes back.
... He'll come back.
"...How could I be, Oh, so naive? Foolishly thinking there's more to this life for me?"
Tyco mumbles into his scarf in a singsong voice as his half-lidded eye takes in the empty street before him. Was it truly empty, or had he conjured an illusion? As soon as the thought enters his mind, it fades. It doesn't matter either way.
His mindless stroll stops as he turns his gaze to a shop window. Behind the veil of glass, he watches as a butterfly flutters into a spider's web.
"Two broken hearts, Right from the start, Watching the dreams that we have as they fall apart."
He presses his palm to the cold glass.
"This will... never work. Even trying feels insane... This will only... hurt, Don't you feel the same?"
A loud cracking sound rings out-- almost as if in response to that sing-song question. Tyco's half-lidded eye opens wide as a painfully familiar voice follows the sound. He doesn't take the time to ask if he's so desperate to hear Angel's voice that he's hearing what he wants to hear. He doesn't take the time to think about anything at all. He simply darts across the street and into the alley where the voice came from.
The world is a blur. An angry, desperate blur. He lunges forward, grasping onto the wrist of the sinner who's toppling over Angel. As he shoves the man into a wall, his fingers flicker to life with a prism of lights. His torn wings flare out and flap, pushing him away from the other before he can strike back. Now, standing between the spider on the ground and the sinner against the wall, Tyco holds his hands out, channeling that rainbow of light into a red ray that, upon making contact with his love's attacker, sets the man on fire.
As the scent of burning flesh fills the air, Tyco glances down to his hands... and then takes aim again, this time with an orange ray of light that, upon making contact with the burning sinner, seems to transform into some kind of skin-melting acid. Then again, a yellow ray that seems to transform into a jolt of electricity when it makes contact.
As the nameless man's charred, half-melted body crumples to the ground, Tyco slowly lowers his hands. His eye remains fixated on the body, his own rigid and ready to fire again if what remains somehow manages to rise again.
— GAME RULES: name ten favorite characters from ten different fandoms, then tag ten people !
Ryou Bakura (Yu-Gi-Oh)
2. Cloud Strife (Final Fantasy 7)
3. Orochimaru (Naruto)
4. Shadow the Hedgehog (SEGA)
5. Mello (Death Note)
6. Takemaru Yakushiji (The Hundred Line)
7. Grell Sutcliff (Black Bulter)
8. Kurama (Yu Yu Hakusho)
9. Kazutaka Muraki (Yami no Matsuei)
10. Toboe (Wolf's Rain)
Tagged by: @salpphoschisms 😘
Tagging: ... Sal's like the only person I'm not scared to tag in these. You. Yes, you, the person reading this. Do it.
I lived through my spine surgery.
It's currently held together with staples (hence a week of 'and now I wish I were dead.')
Sorry I went off the grid without saying anything. I didn't want to spread news until I knew more about how it was going to go.
I can't believe there's a game that's basically Fire Emblem meets Danganronpa, and I didn't know it was a thing until my partner asked why I hadn't screamed about it to them yet.
Because I didn't know it was a thing.
The sudden hug jolted the dazed look out of Delphine's eyes-- though it's hard to tell, since she immediately pressed her face into her mother's shoulder. No, no, no-- don't fall apart yet. She has to tell them...
Her arms wrap around her mother tightly in an attempt to steady herself both mentally and physically, and then she slowly lifts her head. Crystalline eyes scan the room, first finding her uncle and then slowly turning to see her brother watching in the doorway.
"Otōto..." she whispers as she holds out a shaken hand. They... need to be together when she explains what happened.
Hearing his sister's plea, Yukitaka emerged from his hiding place to take hold of her hand. He could tell from her expression and the tremor in her hand that something grave had befallen her, and what she needed right now was her family.
Caim reluctantly pulled away, though remained close as she gave her daughter room to speak. "Delphie...what happened?"
The delicate hold on her brother's hand quickly became vice-like... both for her own need to cling to something stable... and because she wasn't sure she could hold it together when she finally had to say it out loud.
Crystalline eyes glanced from her mother, her brother, her uncle, and then back to her mother... she was the one who asked.
"... Father's gone," her voice cracks, and her hand trembles as she goes on. "... Galba killed him. His men grabbed Father, Aunt Stella, and me-- and said one of us needed to die-- but... he had already made up his mind. I-- I asked him to choose me instead, I--" "
She begins to sway, and she may very well have begun to fall had her uncle not gripped a firm hand against her shoulder. He doesn't say a word, merely drapes one of his wings around Caim and the other around the twins.
while tyco scouted the options the spider sinner moved to perch on top of the bar, long legs crossing as he lent back to reston his hands. it really wasn't their fault they were raiding the bar. after all, they were left unsupervised...what did they expect would happen?
angel's eyes lit up in interest at the sight of the bottle, but it was the cost that was the thing to make his eyes bug out in surprise. ❛ six thousand dollars? shit that's worth like, a whole weekend session with me. an' there ain't no way this shit rocks your world more than i can. ❜
his gaze followed every movement as tyco mixed the drink, chin propped in one gloved hand while his legs kicked idly. there was something unfairly attractive about watching someone confidently work behind a bar.
especially when that someone kept looking at him like that.
by the time the glass was set in front of him, angel was grinning ear to ear. ❛ well, well, look at you. ❜
he took a small sip, eyebrows shooting up at the taste ❛ holy shit. babe, if the overlord thing doesn't work out then husk has some serious competition as a bartender. easier on the eyes too. ❜
he slid off the counter, drink still in hand, immediately invading tyco's personal space again. ❛ c'mere. ❜ one arm hooked around the cyclops's neck as he leaned against him comfortably, pressing a quick kiss to his cheek before taking another drink.
❛ we are absolutely takin' this bottle to our room. ❜
Surely Charlie and Vaggie wanted this to happen. Why else would they leave two damned sinners who had yet to make any progress whatsoever alone? With a bar that was just there, out in the open, no security, no locks (not that a lock would stop them... but their fair princess and her knight in absolutely-no-armor had to know that leaving them unattended, surrounded by unguarded, extensive delicacies meant they were obtaining the delicacies.)
Maybe it was a test-- that they would fail, just like every other test Charlie tried.
Tyco, you didn't even try to find the person who lost that wallet!
Why would I give away free money?
Do you need that money?
No. Goods purchased with stolen funds simply become a higher quality.
Shock of all shocks, it was Charlie's wallet... which he did give back (after he replaced all the money inside it with counterfeit paper).
Tyco wasn't here to become better. He wasn't here to seek redemption or get reclaimed by Heaven. He was here because Angel was here; Angel wanted him here.
... And the thought of denying Angel nauseates him... after what happened the last time they took time away from one another.
All things considered, it wasn't an incredibly long period of time... and yet, it was enough for Valentino to convince Angel to sign away his soul.
... Something they could never fix. Something no amount of apologies or promises would ever take away.
Here, at least... in a place owned by the king of hell himself, Angel didn't seem to look over his shoulder as much. His eyes almost look as if they have some of their shine back... sometimes.
Now was one of those times; Angel looked comfortable here... comfortable enough to perch adorably on top of the bar and make playful remarks... and happy enough to contentedly swing his feet. Most wouldn't think twice at such an action... but most haven't seen Angel after Valentino's kept him late, stiff, quiet, huddled in a tight ball to make himself into a smaller target.
Getting to see and hear even a sliver of the person Angel was before... Val was worth stepping away from his territory.
"A whole weekend with you should be worth 10,000, minimum."
Tyco can't get drunk. It seems to be part of his punishment; he has to always be aware to the suffering around him. No amount of drugs or alcohol can get a hold of his mind. Even if that were not the case, though, he can't imagine the buzz from a bottle, no matter how fancy, could be as fun as a weekend full of romps in the hay with Angel.
He would never admit it, but the amount of relief that floods his system at even something as simple as a playful, teasing comparison between Tyco and another soul was immeasurable. As far as he knew, Husk didn't care for Angel. Still... the radio demon did not revoke the gambler cat's overlord status.
Were Tyco and Husk to go toe to toe, Tyco isn't sure which one of them would come out on top.
If Angel knew that... would he--
... Now's not the time. Fortunately, that paranoia (is it paranoia if it's happened before?) melts away as Angel steps closer. It then becomes the furthest thing from his mind when an arm drapes over his neck, and a fluffy body presses warmly against him. In return, his arms slowly wrap around his boyfriend's slender body, holding him as close as possible as he lowers his head and presses his lips against Angel's forehead.
"Yeah? C'mon," he encourages as a seldom-seen third arm manifests from his side, so he can grab hold of the bottle while keeping two arms around Angel.
