#hello uvu

rules: answer the soft q’s and tag 5 of your most recent followers and 3 of your biggest fans

tagged by: @masterninjacow 👋🏻💞

q. what’s the smell of your shampoo?

a. uuhh i usually use garnier fructis, so it's always a fruity scent (but the scent itself varies depending on which type i'm using atm).

q. what is your aesthetic?

a. probably pastels. i'm a sucker for cute soft colors and calming tones tbh.

q. when’s your favorite time of day and why?

a. night time. when it's quiet but you can still hear the thrums of night life and the nocturnal animals coming awake. it's when things are both peaceful and chaotic, and kind of mysterious. the moon is all out, the stars are in play, and my creativity usually spike around then.

q. what do you like the most about the beach?

a. the water definitely. the sound of the waves, the smell, the feeling of the cold water and rough, playfully unmerciful waves lapping at you like an overeager puppy.

q. what do you worry about constantly?

a. life itself? that i'm not good enough, or strong enough, or successful enough, or smart enough. basically that i'm just not... enough. that i'll be a disappointment to my parents.

q. what is a song you’ve cried to before?

a. i have a whole list, but to name just my top 3: breathe by lee hi, fine by taeyeon, last by agust d.

q. what are some relaxing tips for your followers? 

a. i know everyone relaxes in different ways and these tips are never universal but!! what helps me often times is to keep busy. to distract myself as best i can to keep the thoughts away. either by painting/coloring, by playing games/watching tv, cleaning my room, whatever i can to stop from overthinking. i'm not too good at this advice tbh bc it's something i'm still working on myself atm,,, i'm sorry

q. what are some things that make you tear up?

a. anything to do with animals will make me sad/emotional and move me to tears!! but also when people show their true, raw emotions when talking about like stuff they've been through. 100%, even if they don't cry, i will at least tear up.

q. what is your favorite from each of the five sense?

a. taste: , touch: , sight: , hearing: , smell:

q. what is one alternate reality you’d want to be in?

a. the Pokémon universe, probably!

q. what are some troubles you face on a day to day basis?

a. impulse control, time management, focusing on tasks, stress/emotion control (sometimes), insomnia.

q. what is one scene of a book that’s made you really sad?

a. one of my favorite books ever is Night Circus, and [SPOILER ALERT] when the main characters die (...but not really...?) just to stay together and end the "competition" they're in... like I didn't cry, it was bittersweet, but it still made me sad.

q. say smth to all your followers.

a. I love you all very much!! Always remember that you are valid, always remember to prioritize your health/mental health, remember to be kind and to love yourself, and to "do no harm but take no shit"! Please stay safe, take care of yourselves, and I'm always here if need be. I wish you all the absolute best, darlings!! Thank you for supporting my crazy ass and this chaotic neutral blog ahaha- #iloveyouallthoughimeanit

tagging: @ooottokaji-vixx @meow-meow-who @kacchand @jenoscity @holysuga @maturemaknae @hugseoks

five most recent followers: @dongsookiesmain @renjunsbby @le-vana @honey-hae-chan @0mille

3 biggest fans: @ooottokaji-vixx @vixxtastic90 @marktaunisruiningmylife

Husk doesn’t need Lucifer to say a damn thing. He can feel the assessment happening anyway that slow, heavy look crawling over him like a spotlight he didn’t ask for. He takes stock too, because he has to. The fight left its mark: ribs screaming every time he breathes too deep, one eye swelling shut, blood tacky on his knuckles and along his jaw. His body’s running on fumes and stubbornness, adrenaline already draining out and taking the strength with it.

Husk knows what Lucifer sees when he looks at him now... human, worn down, pushed past his limit. And the thought sits bitter in his gut. He survived, sure. But at a cost, and he’s the one who’s going to feel every ounce of it once the pain finally settles in.

Husk snorts and shifts his weight, immediately regretting it when pain flares sharp and hot through his side. He swallows it down, shoulders squaring out of sheer habit, and flicks a look up at the fallen angel.

“Don’t,” he grumbles, voice rough as gravel. “Don’t start lookin’ at me like that. I’ve had worse.” A lie, maybe, but a familiar one. He wipes the blood from his mouth with the back of his hand and shrugs like it doesn’t hurt, like his bones aren’t rattling inside his skin.

“I’m still standin’, ain’t I?” Husk adds, jaw tight.

“Don’t worry,” he mutters to the angel, gruff as ever, even as his hands tremble when he clenches them into fists. He’s never felt so aware of himself. Of weight, pain, breath, the way his body can fail if it damn well decides to.

He swallows, jaw flexing, refusing to look away. “This is just… what it’s like,” Husk says, quieter now. “When you’re human. You get hurt. You feel it. Then you get back up.”

"Are you certain this is a good idea?” Curie questioned, voice soft. “I ‘ave heard this is feral ghoul territory. Unless this is to ‘elp clear them out for a settlement? Or--oh--perhaps we could study them, oui?” Now that got the synth brimming with excitement. 

“Unless you are in a rush?” 

     “At this hour?“ He mused, tentatively placing his hands within his jacket. The chill in the air had only heightened at the absence of the sun. The ideal situation would be to go home, but the protest of his stomach growling broke the short silence.