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♥︎Happy last week of October

I'm gonna try to draw more Halloween related stuff this week. Today, you get pinups. Good for you.♥︎

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When the D&D session ends before you have the chance to flirt with the mysterious cowboy

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Alrighty, it's Aona time <3

I just think he is the type to be simultaneously a lost puppy but eager to please when it comes to romance. However, I think when he remembers that it's not just something someone is doing but HE is doing, especially with whom he LIKES he gets embarrassed. I think this makes him ask if he's doing things correctly all the time. Cuddling? "Is it alright if I hold my arm like this? Are you comfortable? Are you sure?" Hold hands? "My hands aren't too sweaty are they? We can stop if they are." Kissing? "Was that alright? You can tell me if it wasn't, I can fix it."

🥺 poor sweet boy. I love him.

But once he's comfortable I think that he hangs on like a lifeline. Always touching in subtle ways, not enough to make people uncomfortable, but he just finds comfort in it. Linked pinkies. Sitting side by side. If he's really feeling bold resting his head atop another. If anyone pokes fun at him it could either go, he gets embarrassed and stops or he's just genuinely confused. "Aren't you supposed to be affectionate with your partner?"

Anywho, he's so cute and I love him <3

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First post, might as well start it off with a bang <3

So, Dresden, I think that there would be nothing hotter than him doing the "having to pin you up against an alley wall to avoid being seen by an enemy." Because I genuinely don't believe that it's something that he would be cognizant of until after the fact. Then it's the stumbling over words and the apologizing (depending on who you are.)

Something about that just gets me ugh.

I also think that he's a great kisser. (I'm not biased, you're biased.) He's someone who holds onto a person like they're going to slip away in an instant. It shows itself in the wrapping around the waist or in the gripping of clothing. He just wants to ground himself and know that he'll remember. Holding the face, tracing the features, things that are generally really cute but he does them to desperately remember. He has that longing to feel as secure as Patroclus:

"I could recognize him by touch alone, by smell; I would know him blind, by the way his breaths came and his feet struck the earth. I would know him in death, at the end of the world."

He wants that more than anything when it comes to love. Though he always says he's not looking for it, he sure finds it.