#houndofgod

[candiedgrace]

🥀 Kiss the receiver as if it is for the very last time (Except it is the last time 😈)

Sleeping was optional like pretty much every other bodily function he had but he liked it. It was comfortable, letting the body do it's little floating thing that it did when he 'slept'. Of course it was only a facsimile of the real thing. Relaxing as it was for the body he constructed, his actual self still moved though lazy as a stream through the dense root system of grasses, but now felt closer to something rushing, something pushing silt out to sea.

Audrey's warmth permeated every pore of his being. Her dense curls fell into her face and got sucked under both of their pillows. Just the other day they had fought about it playfully until he'd held them in one hand and tried to convince her that up was so much better for everyone. At least until he wanted to see them spread across his thighs. Even before that they'd played a ridiculous game at a bar, some perverted form of find the difference until they'd won a couple of free drinks and he'd kissed her shoulder and neck and laughed until his stomach hurt and she'd asked to go home. That's what did it. Home. His place wasn't home, wouldn't ever be to him really. Stuff was there, not all his and not even stuff he liked in some cases. But, he wanted to bring her home, wanted to have a spot he could tuck her into and believe they'd be doing this again tomorrow and tomorrow and so on and so forth until the universe swallowed them whole. Unfortunately he'd had the exact same thought not forty years ago with Kali and, when a wild hair grabbed him, a few others that caught his fancy and it was always the end. Because home was never permanent; not really. He'd come from the original place itself and as above so below. Nothing was meant to last and it hurt too much the first time to go round it again without making the first cut himself.

She was beautiful, and his mouth found her temple and even now he could calculate the exact distance it took to get there before he pulled back and then back further until he was in some nameless town in Illinois and she was still curled up in what was their bed in the sun.

[gravegotten]

Smash or Pass 👀

Before Ig? Absolutely smash, Audrey is squarely in one of Lucy's type categories of which there are like 5. She would've been down bad quickly but it still would've taken months for her to like hold Audrey's hand. After Ig? No, sorry she cannot in good conscience come back from the dead and hook up with her long term beau's mother.

[ghoulishundertakings]

✏️ - Why did you choose to write your muse(s)?

I grew up rping on forums in a LotR fansite, and then moved from there to PotC and so on and so forth. It was a lot of fun, and I mostly wrote very antagonistic characters with people I've known for a long time and had a great rapport with.

When I got to tumblr I found out there was a writing community, but it was mostly tag based and hard to find partners with OCs that were more antagonistic. I was very successful with finding people to write with with more well known characters so I had a pretty bustling blog for gandalf for a hot second before it got a little stale and I wanted to write my original characters again.

Anyway, Lucy is one of the protagonists of a novel I've been working on forever. I chose her because she was relatively easy to get along with, but also not afraid of some conflict so she did well for creating scenarios in other fandoms outside of her original world. So, I stuffed her into the supernatural universe which was a big thing then and the rest went from there!

[resisteence]

Out in the mountains at night, alone, lost, &&. injured ── Jake had been a lot of those things before, but rarely all three at once. Admittedly, he hadn't realized just how injured until he stopped running. Adrenaline always did wonders for pain, &&. it seemed like that was even more true in the body of a wolf.

Beneath the light of the moon, the only howling he heard in the distance was from a pack that was not his own. It made him worry almost as much as the odd woman approaching him, with her odd words &&. odd smell. After all, what kind of person walks toward a bleeding beast? The animal's mind swam upstream against his own in her presence in a way that it hadn't for a long time ── he had felt the urge to kill before, but the urge to growl &&. puff &&. snap at the air was new. It was hard to control; he lashed out. He didn't want her here in his woods.

@houndofgod sent: Don't mind me if you like, but you seem like you could use a friend right now. ✉

He wanted a fight. He wanted blood. It didn't matter that he already had a gash in his shoulder or that his insides were simmering against the late October chill. What did matter was that even when he'd reached to bite her, she had not done the same.

Get a grip, he thought. You're human. Jake scraped his front legs against the earth &&. tried to sit. Turned out, the getting down part was pretty easy ── he was suddenly less sure how simple the up part would be in comparison.

[bornofbloodandwater]

Nightstand and toolbox

Nightstand:

She has a light green, vintage wooden nightstand on one side and a navy steamer trunk bound with leather belts on the other, a crystal lamp standing on it with books stacked three high.

The books being a copy of ‘The Night Manager’ by John Le Carre, ‘Endgame’ by Samuel Backett and ‘The Secret History’ by Donna Tartt

Inside her green nightstand she keeps:

-Tissues, a nail file, cuticle cutters

-A scalpel, rubbing alcohol, forceps and sutures 

-A half-sword sheathed to the back of the cabinet

-A locket with a clipping of her sister’s hair inside

In her old blue toolbox, Xiomara keeps:

-A set of screwdrivers, a set of wrenches, chisel, mallet, gardening gloves, a box of black single-use latex gloves and secateurs.

-Bolt cutters, pliers, metal stakes, push pins, nine inch needles, a litre jug and a cloth.

-A bottle of vodka, salt, hydrogen peroxide and plaster.

[psychoanalyticmystic]

// the lovely @houndofgod and Belle out for New Years Eve

[learningmagics-blog]

@houndofgod

It had been a really long time since Abbie had trecked into a woods with the intent to kill something. She had safer ways to make a living now, and she wasn’t being chased. Not anymore. But children were going missing, and it had to be done. She had parked the car at the entrance of one of the hiking trails. 

These were not her woods. It had been an hour’s drive, but the feeling was familiar. Her gear was a bit heavy. But she was used to carrying heavy supplies around.  At least she had left her books today. It was all weapons, now. She had a cast iron frying pan (habit) and a baseball bat with nails hammered into it (very practical) and knives (both iron and silver). She had some spells she had prepared in advanced, steel-toed combat boots, protective spells drawn on her arms in ball-point pen. Her hair was scraped back, entirely out of her face.

These were not her woods. The trees felt more hostile, taller and twisting. The magic was unfamiliar. The smell was strange. It was a dusky twilight. Her night vision was good, but she had come the earliest she could risk it, and begged a dark vision spell from Yeong-Cheol. Whatever was, it only hunted in the night time.

“Hey there, monster,” she said. She didn’t sound particularly intimidating. Abbie took a clean knife out of her bag and rolled up her sleeve. It was sharp. The cut barely stung. She smeared some blood on the back of her hands and covered up her arm again. “Just a girl alone in the woods,” she continued, beginning her treck. “Come and get me.”

[ssunspotted]

@houndofgod

just..feels

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