#i feel rusty

[happyfoxx-art]

Hiii I think this is weird BUT

Leo's cast in color myb? Pretty please 🥺

yeah sure why not, have a boy on the mend

#aftermath ask #happy speaks #did this so fast #i feel RUSTY #AUGH #we'll shake it off and get back to aftermath very soon #the moving is over with

[elsyrel]

Mmm... I don't like this one very much, but meh :/

#the arcana #the arcana game #lucio morgasson #count lucio #It's been a long time since the last time I drew #I feel rusty #also... it's time to study anatomy #I can't continue like this xD #I can't draw clothes either lmfaoooooo #help orz

[sigilspell]

Happy holidays, friends ❄

#rotg #blackice #blackice rotg #rise of the guardians #Jack Frost #Pitch Black #jack frost x pitch black #a quickie for crimbus #i feel rusty

[sihdiel]

happy werewolf wednesday!

#rex draws #rex #oc #werewolf wednesday #werewolf #i feel rusty

[hellodahliah]

coming soon: 

are the curious bro having a pj-party? why are they pissed? is it because crystal didn’t follow the dress-code? what is going on? is tycho making a mess on the floor? and what is vidcund thinking about? all your questions will be answered soon...

#new simblr #i feel rusty #ts2 to ts4 #strangetown #vidcund curious #pascal curious #crystal vu

[stormyhale]

#louis tomlinson #it's been a while since i made an edit #i feel rusty

[kuroopaisen]

diluc takes a tumble, and you take it upon yourself to patch him up.

it’s not that diluc’s against healers. he’s well-aware that they serve a very important function, and that their talents should not go unappreciated. but as much as he knows that, and as much as he understands that being in top form is essential for what he does of an evening, he still won’t go to one.

he just doesn’t like making a fuss.

besides, he’s only got a few cuts and bruises. chances are they’d heal in a few days anyway – and to avoid any questions, he could just hole up in the winery. occasional hermitage isn’t unusual for him, nor would anyone think it strange. so while it’s more than he usually comes away with, he thinks it’s nothing to get worked up about.

you disagree.

he hadn’t expected you to be here, nor had any of the staff alerted him to your arrival. he'd found you poking around the foyer when he got home, slick with sweat and bush branches tangled in his hair. in any other circumstance, he would have found the wide-eyed surprise on your face endearing. but as it was immediately followed up with fuss, he resigned instead to a feeling of mild displeasure.

“it’s unusual for you to be bested,” you muse, dabbing gently at the graze on his chin. “should monstadt start panicking?”

somehow, you’d sat him down in a chair upstairs and gathered a makeshift medical kit from various places in the building. diluc doesn’t even know where you’d managed to find all these things. he’s also not sure if you’ve got any medical prowess to boast of. 

“i wasn’t bested,” diluc mumbles, doing everything within his power to stop himself from looking at your face. he thinks he might burn up otherwise. “i… tripped.”

“you tripped?” you sound like you didn’t believe him.

“yes,” diluc says, with the reticence of a man nursing a deep concern for his honour, “i tripped over some branches lying around the hilichurl encampment.”

“you got all these cuts and bruises from a couple of branches?” you’re growing more skeptical by the minute.

there’s a long silence, heavy with your disbelief. 

“their camp was right next to a cliff,” he admits. “so, as you can imagine…”

“you fell off a cliff?” your jaw drops.

“yes,” he says, stoutly.

you laugh. it starts small, a little chuckle you seem to be keeping to yourself, but then it blossoms, loud and raucous and likely noisy enough to give his staff cause for concern. it startles him – he’s never seen you like this, eyes squeezed shut  as you’re keeled over, a fist pressed to your mouth as though you’re trying to stuff the laughter back inside. it almost feels like a mockery of some kind, but he struggles to articulate how. 

yet something in diluc’s heart stirs. something strange, something new, something he hasn’t let himself give in to. he’s felt it before, but he’s never let it take shape, never let himself dwell on it. such feelings are dangerous – distractions at best and a hinderance at worst. or, that’s what he likes to tell himself. it’s a good a reason as any to keep them to himself, shoved as far back in his chest as possible. 

“what’s so funny?” he asks. his cheeks feel hot, and he’s becoming less sure he likes the sound of your laughter. 

“it’s just the thought of you—you tumbling—” you’re still giggling as you try to speak, cheeks round and eyes sparkling as you look at him.

he still doesn’t understand why you find it so amusing. if you were to go tumbling off the side of a cliff, he couldn’t imagine himself finding such humour in it. but perhaps that’s because you yourself would laugh it off. you’ve never taken yourself too seriously, and he’s well aware of his reputation as a man with little mirth. 

he thinks, in passing, that he would like to make you laugh more. but, he hasn’t the first idea how (and he has no intention of tumbling off any more cliffs). for now he lets you wear yourself out, waiting (impatiently) for you to regain your composure. 

“i’m sorry,” you say as you take a deep breath, “the visual was just… just too much.” 

diluc has nothing to say to that. he just grimaces, clenching his gloved fists in his lap. 

your eyes are already back on his face, carefully looking for any unattended scrapes. “besides, i’m just glad you’re okay.” 

he’s startled for the second time tonight. you sounded so… sincere, as you said it. and you’d said it like it was nothing – but to him, such small words… he knows there’s still people who worry about him – if he got seriously injured, jean would surely have a panic, and while kaeya was a problem all of his own, diluc was sure he would have at least a little worry in his heart. but to have someone say it to his face, with no worries about how he might perceive or it how appropriate it may be… it’s exhilarating. 

and diluc thinks it’s stupid that he’s so worked up about it. 

“don’t waste your time worrying about me,” he mumbles. he’s sure you can feel the heat emanating off him. 

“i know you’re more than capable of taking yourself,” you hum with a smile. “but that’s not going to stop me worrying about you.” 

diluc mumbles something incoherent. even he’s not quite sure what he meant to say. 

that tugging in his chest won’t stop. but what was he supposed to do? you are one of the few people he can truly call friend – and of all the people he knows, you aren’t imbricated in the trauma of his past. your opinion of him isn’t coloured by who he used to be. there’s a freedom, a space to breathe in your relationship. you don’t pity him in the slightest, because you weren’t there. you remind him of the dawn, all gentle light and hope. 

how would you respond, if he dared tell you that your touch made him feel like he might implode? if he admitted to wanting to lean into your touch? 

he’s not brave enough for that. what if you found the thought repulsive? what if such an admission would permanently fracture the relationship you had? diluc is used to taking calculated risks – but this is one area he has no confidence in.

for now, he just wants to relish in this moment, as much as your touch makes him feel like he’s about to fall apart. 

for now, this tenderness is enough.

#diluc x reader #diluc ragnivindr x reader #diluc x y/n #genshin x reader #genshin impact x reader #diluc ragnvindr #diluc #some parts of the fandom are determined to mischaracterise him as an edgelord but not me #not me! #anyway i love diluc #it's been a while since i've written fanfic #i feel RUSTY #but genshin brainrot is real #i may or may not have a kuroo piece in the works #thank you furudate for feeding me with that oneshot

[wadeypool]

"Don't be suspicious, don't be suspicious--" Don't be suspicious! Don't be suspicious. Wade hummed along with the voices as he carefully collected the swords, he wasn't sure who they belonged to but he wanted to play with them. He was gonna put them back! ...eventually. ...Hate to interrupt-- Oh, do you? Are we sure this is wise? Nobody cares. I do. I care. I said what I said. "shhhhhuddaaap--I'm tryna' focus." Wade hissed. there was a light thunk and he jumped, a tiny eek escaping his throat. He quickly cleared it and tried for a deeper tone "I--uh." he snapped up, standing straight. "--these are mine." wade turned in the dark room shuffling the sheathed weapons behind him. oopsies! see, this is what I was worried about. relax. it's not like we can die. No, but we can hurt.

"Evening Madam President." Wade greeted.

#I feel rusty #earthprimestarters

[algumaideia]

Inspired by this fanart made by @ilovewillsolace:

In their final moments together, the Little Prince said to the Pilot that he could look at the sky and listen to the stars laughing and he would know the Little Prince was there and alive. In the middle of a field full of red roses and under a starry sky, Octavian couldn't help but think about this part of the book. His situation was very different, but looking at the stars Octavian was sure the gods were laughing at him.

He imagine it was funny. He tried really hard, doing what he thought was the best just to end up making the wrong decisions and a failure, with no one and nothing. It was funny, wasn't it? Watching people hurting themselves, making dumb mistakes, there tons of comedy videos on the internet that were just this sort of shit.

Octavian had been thinking what happened to him was a tragedy, but it seemed like he was deeply wrong. He should have guessed, it cannot be a tragedy if everyone is happy, and smiling and laughing.

It made him crazy. Octavian wanted to cry, to scream, to break and damage something, to sleep and never be bothered again, to punch someone and spit on people. He wanted to matter, to be important, was it for nothing? Did it mean anything? The suffering? The sleepless nights planning? The sweat? The pain? The rejections? Could have it all meant nothing? Did he now freaking out in despair mean anything at all?

Octavian put his hands on his hair. It looked like he would just pull them out. Maybe he would. It was all so ridiculous, so meaningless, he couldn't deal with it. Not even a tragedy. So stupid. The waste... Octavian thought he was going insane. They all laughing. Him laughing like he didn't have any part on what happened. It wasn't important. He wanted to rip himself apart and take out all of those thoughts and feelings, he couldn't deal with it.

He needed to breath. He was sobbing and his nose was full of phlegm and he couldn't breath. It felt like the end of it all. The end of him. But he wouldn't let it be. He would not be a cheap laugh that does not matter. He would make himself important and matter. But not to them, not to him. He would matter to himself, he would find another types of important things, other things to care, he would redefine what had meaning to him. He would matter. He would matter to himself.

#octavian #octavian hoo #it feels like i haven't written a one shot in a long time #i feel rusty

[pedros-mustache]

writing smut for the first time in months like

#lol came out here with an unhinged post #at 1 pm #i feel RUSTY #but y'all aint ready

[foraltruism]

@ninjassin asked: ◓ Please touch them, they’re extra sensitive today! Orihime 🤭

Her body felt hotter than normal, more sensitive to touch. It was an enthralling feeling unlike anything she's known before, and the more Timmy glosses his hands over her more sensitive parts, the hotter her body seemed to grow. In particular, his interest seems to be focused on her chest, perky, full and round. Perfect even, as they seemed to bud and delight in all the attention lavished on them.

Orihime's sighs are soft, yet louder and more carnal than their usual when he lavishes his attention more on her breasts.

Not uncommon for tears of joy to prickle her eyes as she basks in the moment of pleasure, she felt it moreso today than any other day. She gasps, writhes and holds Timmy close as he tantalizingly teases her bosom.

"It feels good...,"

She gasps between ragged breathing.

#ninjassin #ch. orihime inoue #ic. interactions #nsft. #man i havent written stuff like this in 3-ish years #i feel RUSTY

[shah-is-bored]

I'm surprised I still get likes on here occasionally (from real people). I feel sad for my current self who isn't that attached to drawing as a hobby now. Idk who will see this but I finished some art after 6 months and I feel... sad? Melancholy? Maybe it's the PMS speaking but whatever.

#art #drawing #sketch #i feel rusty #oc art #oc

[scicrumbs]

#kinnporsche #this show is a gift that keeps on giving #my edits #I havent used photoshop in such a long time #i feel rusty

[raepritewrites]

how do you manage to do it

one look at you and I am five years old again

when you frown at me

when you smile at me

when you laugh at me

when you scold me

I am five years old again

we have lived through valleys and plains

you are my best friend

you do not know me

I love you, in one breath

I hate you, in the next

come with me

leave me alone

four years is not many

until it is

you love my stories

you tell me to shut up

did time pass differently for me

it all happened at once

its been almost three decades

you are both-

the girl who couldn’t stand her little sister

and the girl who called me her friend

I am twenty-nine years old

I am five years old

Again

#my writing #poetry? #is this anything #i havent written poetry in so long #i feel rusty

[notthishere]

Bulba!

#first digital art piece in so long #i feel rusty #pokemon fanart #pokemon #bulbassaur #my art

[midnapanda]

I know Blue doesn't have black eyebrows, but it's been so long since I've drawn him, that I defaulted to the usual (black and white) manga appearance and left them colored in black. And I didn't bother fixing it. Waha I'm sorry, anon. orz

#n posts #i feel rusty #gotta draw lots more tho! #ill try to pay more careful attention