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[amazinglyashy]

Hello, can you do LADS men's reaction to MC/reader working too hard, to the point that she looks tired and drained? She also easily gets sick because of stress. And yes, it's based on me; right now, I'm so tired because of work, and I have dance practice almost every day for our departmental performance while I'm sick with the flu. Thank you 💜

Sorry for the delay, but I wanted to do this one justice as best as I could, because oh man did I feel this personally! Not the same at all, but I get heavy duty chronic pain, and I overwork myself often by choice or not, all the time. Feel better anon <3 I hope you enjoy, and make sure to get some Pedialyte or sports drinks, and rest whenever you can. Your health is extremely important!

Love and Deepspace Li's reactions to you being overworked and sick

Zayne -

He's a doctor, you can't even get into the realm of hoping to hide it from him for long, and you'll want to hide it from him if you're actually wanting to be doing whatever it is that's causing you to be overworked to the point of illness.

He will take a single look at you the first time he sees you once you've reached this point- routine examination, stopping by work to see you or vice versa, running something by your place he borrowed, even just you making the mistake of taking an offered ride home from him due to how tired you are. It was a lapse in judgement on your part in trying to keep this from him, but your beyond exhausted brain didn't process it at the time.

But you sure are processing it now that you've been 'kidnapped' and taken back to his place.

He has already filled out a formal doctors note- benefits of being your primary physician- and sent it over to your bosses and managers. There's no arguing.

"Zayne, I'm-" "If you are about to try a weak attempt at convincing me you are alright, I will accept it as you insulting my intelligence as a doctor."

You're in his bed, under his blankets, probably in his pajamas since he wouldn't let you escape home, and drinking the warm drink he made for you to have after taking medicine he had given you to help with your illness. He'll order food that will be good for you to eat as well, and if it's too late for takeout, he'll definitely be cooking for you as well.

Once you're done eating, he'll make sure you're properly cared for by massaging any tired or pained muscles. If that's your entire body, then so be it. Close your eyes, tilt hour head back, and relax even though it hurts in a good way sometimes, because he's not letting up.

Not until you feel better. No matter how long that takes.

Rafayel -

Genuinely, he's offended and hurt that you've overworked yourself this hard and haven't told him. And boy, is he going to let you know it.

He's carrying you gently from wherever he had found you looking so tired- no it does not matter if you were in the middle of working- while actively scolding you in his arms.

"Maybe I should just leave you there all day, come see you in the evening when you get a bad case of amnesia. Would you like that? Huh? No? Well, then stop being stupid."

He doesn't even want to dare set foot in your place right now. He's not in the mood to clean, and he knows if this is the state you're in, your apartment is probably so much worse due to just how busy and exhausted you've been.

He'll go clean it later, but right now he's just grumpy.

There is something about the fresh, oceanside air that helps your headache though- or maybe it's the light linen on his bed that he would have dropped you on had you not looked like the most frail thing he had seen all week.

He's muttering snarky remarks to you, but they're devoid of any bite due to his actions as he speaks them-

Getting you a fluffy robe to change into, putting something simple in the oven while you get comfortable, working special lotion into your muscles, making you lemon and honey tea, making it more humid so any sinus problems clear and help you breathe- he's being vocal through it all, but spoiling you as much as he can nonetheless.

"I don't care if you have a lot to do. Just- ask for help next time. And if I can't help with your work, at least let me help you relax once you're home. I don't mind you staying over either, so that I can make you feel better. Just promise me you'll do better next time, so I can help you before you get this bad."

Xavier -

He probably stopped by your apartment to return something he borrowed, and you made the mistake of answering the door directly after coming home. You were at your peak of tired, and your head had started pounding for some reason... and didn't you feel a bit hot...?

"Oh- You look- You don't look very good. Is everything alright?"

You can't even answer before he's reaching out a hand to hover in front of you, trying to decide between touching you and not, before deciding on the former. He can feel you're just the slightest bit unsteady from working so you're being scooped up in an instant and taken to the bed you had already been planning to go to.

"What have they been having you do...? Never mind. That's- not important right now."

Takes off your shoes and socks, murmurs something about giving you a massage in a bit, before tugging blankets and plushies around you. He'll leave to let you change into pajamas or something more comfortable, and he'll keep himself busy by making you something to eat or clean up your apartment for you.

He tries to cook you something, he really does try. But he definitely has more talent at talking on the phone to the restaurant he's ordering you takeout from. The pan he tried to use does not survive the attempt.

The takeout is good when it comes, though, and it helps that he gave you some medicine prior to help keep it down. Even if you're not currently nauseous, he's pretty worried about your state worsening quickly.

You won't notice until it's too late, but he's already finding out how to transfer some of your workload to himself. By 'some', it's definitely 'all'.

"No, I won't change my mind. Not until you're better. You're so tired, let me do this for you. You can make it up to me by getting me something in the claw machine later."

Sylus -

"I'm just going to go-"

"Go where, kitten?"

You had made the mistake of nearly falling over under the watchful gaze of Mephisto, who had decided it would be absolutely wonderful to relay the information about it and your current state back to Sylus as quickly as he could.

Which is how you had ended up stuck in the hallway the led to your apartment, practically pinned to the wall with Sylus's hands on either side of you.

That is also how you ended up slung over Sylus's shoulder as he unlocked your apartment door for you and went inside, carrying you like it was nothing.

To be fair, you couldn't do much to fight him off this time except utilize a few choice words. You were so beyond exhausted, and starting to feel pretty ill, to boot.

He's got you to bed as soon as the door is shut. You're allowed a hot shower if you promise him a few dozen times that you'll get straight to bed after. He makes sure to promise you that he'll come and make you get in bed if you go against that promise. For once, you don't want to call his bluff.

You're in bed soon enough, with a cool rag pressed on your forehead, some pain medication long since down your throat, and food already on the way courtesy of Luke and Kieran's special henchmen delivery service.

Lying in bed is like heaven on your sore muscles and aching joints, not to mention the pounding headache you've had since starting to feel sick and missing out on sleep. But what somehow feels even better is Sylus's hands on you.

They're just gentle touches, his fingertips ghosting over your skin to leave goosebumps at how nice it feels, and sometimes his whole hands moving slowly and lightly across your body. He'll massage your muscles later, but for now, he's just focused on getting you to sleep, even if just for a little bit until the food gets here.

He knows you need it.

[cleverreports]

We report from tired thoughts to blurry steps, we were thrown out of bed - or torn from it, depending on the perspective. Time seems to have warped as to have pushed the sunrise much later than we were used to. Even the sun has not fully woken up yet, so why should we be up?

[frootbyethefoot]

just a girl playing pretend :)

+ silly doodle under the cut

RIP mugi you should've been playing with lps and playing the sims and running a dnd campaign and larping and

[alpydk]

@littlelostmabari - Some Angst and comfort as requested. Hurt? I'm not so sure, but then my standards for hurt are very high.

1849 words - Enjoy ^^

Gale watched as she danced, her feet light on the shadow kissed sand, a smile he so rarely saw brightening up the campsite as if she were the flames of the fire itself. Sitting in the confines of his tent, his eyes had been drawn to her repeatedly as the evening had progressed, nerves building within him as he’d made his plans to tell her the truth.

Notes of the spells needed to conjure the stars for her lay dotted on parchment around his bedroll. Various poems had been scribbled and then crossed out, the idea of wooing her in such a way appearing too desperate even for him to bring them to light. All he wanted was to explain how he felt about her before the end came, an end that he knew was finally near.

The orb in his chest gave a gentle thrum as she spun, her dark hair whipping around her as if it were the Weave itself called into being. His eyes met hers briefly, and he hoped she wouldn’t see the pitiful yearning in his gaze, see the lovesick puppy that would apologise should his feelings somehow break free from his lips. Her fingers gently entwined with that of her dance partner, and he wished for a moment that he had found the courage to step up and court her in such a way.

But there were no dances for Gale, there never would be, no fingers delicately entwined with his, no Weave carried locks he could run his hands through. For him, there was only a cruel fate, a sentence that he rightly deserved. Love was not a consequence after what he had done.

Her eyes focussed on the man before her as they knelt, and Gale found he could no longer watch the spectacle taking place. It was one thing to see her dance, to imagine standing in his tower of Waterdeep, her body clutched tightly to his as they swayed with a quiet melody from the piano; it was another to see her give herself to someone he considered a friend, to imagine her wine-tinged lips upon his own. In the darkness of his tent, he bowed his head, a deep ache in his chest emerging, one that he was unsure was the orb or heartbreak.

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Morning arrived, but the Shadowlands had no sunrise to greet them, not that Gale would have noticed as dark clouds obscured his sight. To him, all was grey, shadows or not, and the feeling went far deeper within him than he wished. He struggled to find the words as Tav made her daily rounds, checking that everyone was ready for the battles ahead. On some minute level, he’d thought he'd stood a chance, that maybe in some realm she would have chosen him. Now, though, all he felt was embarrassment that he could have possibly been so naïve and stupid as to think such a thing.

“Toril to Gale.”

Her voice drew him from his thoughts, soft with the lilt of the northern accent he wished he could spend the rest of his days listening to and memorising. “Ah… Tav, my dear. Apologies, it appears you’ve caught me at a rather inopportune moment. Just shaking off some sleep.”

She smiled at him as she always did, her eyes warm and comforting, her hair hanging loosely over her soft cheeks. “Get something warm in you, you’ll be right as rain before you know it.”

It took all his power not to reach out and brush her hair aside, to feel her skin beneath his fingertips as he’d been dreaming of for so many nights, to just touch her.

“Are you sure you’re going to be okay today? You seem a little distant?”

“My dear…” To say my love would have been so easy, a quick slip of the tongue as his eyes fell on her longed-for lips. “…Truly, I am quite alright. In but a short while, I will be back to my regular long-winded philosophies of the Weave, and you will yearn for the distance once again.” The distance would certainly make things easier, he felt.

The day passed in a whirlwind of battles, shadows, and death, and as they made camp at Moonrise Tower, Gale secluded himself under the covers of his tent once again. He’d barely spoken as the day had progressed, too lost in contemplation and waning self esteem to be fully present in all that was going on. Tav had subtly checked on him, and he’d responded as he always did by offering her any assistance, but his heart had remained closed to her, as cracked and worthless as it always was.

Summoning a long dreamt for valley, forests and crisp grass, enchanted stars around him, he accepted what was soon to happen. He could feel it deep down, as if Mystra were whispering to him once again, calling out to him to tell him it was time. The twinkling stars reminded him of home, of nights of Simril where he had searched for his own star, and he wondered if he would join them in the days to come. He hoped he would. The night was fantasised in the image he wished his afterlife to be like: the most beautiful of fantasies.

The crunch of grass behind him almost made the illusion falter, his eyes focussing on the swirling aurora above him. He knew who was approaching. He’d listened to their footsteps so many times before at night when he’d been unable to sleep, his nerves burning and sweat beading on his brow, and too many nights those footsteps had resulted in her at his side with a magic artefact or simply a comforting embrace.

Tav sat down beside him, close as always, as if physical contact were something she could not go without for too long. Placing her head on his shoulder, she sighed. “So… Are you going to talk to me or are we going to keep doing this little dance?”

“Well, you are quite the dab at dancing.” Gale’s words were curter that he’d wished, a slither of hurt emerging against his will.

“Ah… That’s what this is about.”

She lifted her head, shuffling away from him ever so slightly, and Gale couldn’t help but feel the icy chill that now passed over his body. He wanted to correct her, inform her that what happened amongst their party was none of his business, but the words would not come to him.

“Gale… Me and Wyll…” Tav wanted to find a way explain it all, but it was proving difficult. “It’s complicated.”

“Matters of the heart normally are, but surely you must know.”

“You’re putting me on the spot as to whether, after a few short months, I wish to be with him, love him even?”

“In a manner of speaking, yes.” The answer was needed if he were to go through with his actions come their battle tomorrow. To leave with doubts, even the smallest chance of her love; he couldn’t do it.

Shaking her head, Tav rose to her feet. “I’m not discussing this, Gale.”

Her tone suggested she was annoyed, and he could not figure out why. He had merely wished for clarification, to know for sure where he stood. “You would leave without answering such a question? If it is my feelings you hope to spare, worry not, for come tomorrow the pain will be but a glimmer in the night sky.”

She scoffed at his words. “Of all the things you could say… Do you not realise how much your words can hurt sometimes?”

Everything was happening so quickly. How had he messed this all up so fast? As she departed towards the treeline, he observed her lifting her hand to her face, as though trying to wipe away something. He hoped it was only hair. He couldn’t be the one to have made her cry, to have hurt Tav, whom he loved so deeply.

A broken whimper emerged from his lips as he stood and reached out to her. Fearful words spoken that on so many pained nights he had not needed to say, as she had wrapped a caring arm around him. “Please, Tav. Don’t leave me. Not now.”

Halting in her tracks, she lowered her head, her shoulders tense in the situation she was struggling to remain calm in. “Give me one good reason to stay.”

Gale’s mind was awhirl with what to say, so many expressions of love to her and yet he knew doing so would potentially ruin everything between them. That she would reject him, leaving him willing to detonate the orb without question, or worse, accept him leaving him with something to live for. “I…” The words stuck in his throat, his hand lowering, the precipice he teetered upon calling out to him.

The rising sound of her voice broke with the emotions she tried to fight back, her hand again going to her face to hide how she felt. “Why Gale? Why should I stay?”

It was now or never. To leap from that precipice, to die with no regrets, knowing he had revealed his heart to her. “Because I love you!” He exclaimed desperately, his words stated so firmly, so without doubt. But with them came the creeping acceptance, the knowledge that it was all out in the open and could not be taken back. “I love you…” He repeated quietly, more unsure that he had chosen the right path.

“It was only a dance…”

He didn’t quite understand what she had uttered until she turned around and he saw the tear-streaked cheeks and wisps of dark hair that covered her face.

“Me and Wyll simply danced. He may have fallen for me, but my heart was long ago given to another.”

Gale dared not hope that the other was him. It couldn’t be, not with who he was, not the man with the sword hanging above his head threatening to drop at any moment. As she stepped towards him, his heartbeat quickened. It couldn’t be him, shouldn’t be him, he who would be hurting her again so soon. He averted his gaze in the hopes she would vanish. That this would all have just been some cruel dream, an illusion of what-ifs as the power of the orb overtook him and his body became stardust in the night sky.

A warm palm cupped his cheek, one that he leant into without hesitation. Tav lifted his head ever so slightly, bringing him into her view, and with a tearful smile, she kissed him gently. “I love you, Gale. You, and only you,” she whispered, her lips staying brushed upon his, their warm breath merging between them.

There was no want or need to rush ahead from either of them, no desperation or fiery passion. There was only the comfort as they had found one another, their bodies held together under conjured stars, a dance of hands through weave carried locks, and the distant quiet melody of a piano playing just for them.

[stagefoureddiediaz]

I'm having a lot of thoughts and feelings about Eddie and clothing and being in the closet.

Because Eddie being shirtless is a thing - a thing that happens when he's in a spiral - and its always been a thing - right from his introduction. (and it kind of ties in with the black singlet - emotional vulnerability thing he has going on too)

Eddies introduction - him putting on a shirt - going from shirtless - to clothed - Eddie has upped his and CHristophers whole life an dmoved them to LA - he's been questioning if hes done the right thing - the shirt being put on - covering him up - is showing that it is the right thing - that the uniform is a safe space for him.

Then we have the Shannon of it all - they fall back into bed - and shirtless Eddie is spiralling out - not wanting to actually have the conversation about what they are doing (Shannon has to come to the firehouse to get that conversation to happen) he puts a tee back on so he can step back into dad mode.

Eddies fight club era - is a massive and obvious spiral that he is in - dealing with the death of Shannon and all his feelings around the fact she'd asked for a divorce, plus the fact that he could've lost his son in the tsunami, but Buck saved him and Eddie has complicated feelings developing there that he's not in a position to either recognise or deal with. We never see him put a shirt on here - just a zip front hoodie - that he doesn't zip up - symbolic of not actually dealing with anything - just sort of hiding it.

We also have a flashback scene in Eddie begins where he is shirtless in the militrary hospital - once more it is Eddie vulnerable and exposed and dealing with a traumatic event.

Then we have Eddie after leaving the 118 to work at dispatch - we see him start shirtless - essentially when he's at his most vulnerable and then as he finds a way to build up some new walls for himself we see the black singlet appear and then we move on to various tee his spiral happen - we never see him put a shirt on here - he does get into uniform, but its always cut to rather than watching him actually get dressed. He hasn't dealt with his issues at this point and the implication is the walls he's built up - that are letting him pretend to be fine are flimsy - then a bit later we get his breakdown

We get no shirtless Eddie in season 6 - its a season about him dealing with and healing from a large portion of his trauma.

In season 7 we've had him shirtless several times already. Firstly in the locker room - Eddie is shirtless whilst talking about first dates but then we get Eddie putting on his shirt - its denim - much more robust than anything we've seen him put on in this way before as soon as Buck reveals he's single.

Then when Marisol was moving in - not going to go into the parallels with Shannon here - and Eddie starts to spiral. We've already had the closet conversation by this point, so the fact that we have him shirtless essentially in the aftermath of that conversation is an interesting choice, we also don't see him putting on a shirt here! instead we are left with a visual representaion of a part of Eddie he had tried to keep locked up newly exposed.

And now we have this bachelor party - where it seems to be that Eddie is losing his shirt bit by bit (cannot wait to get the context for this!)and ending up in just the collar.

He wakes up in the bathtub in just the collar before he puts the suit jacket back on, in much the same way as he put the hoodie on back in season 3. Its an indicator that while he's covering things up, he isn't actually hiding them - that they are still visible for people to see if they go looking. And while I'm on that subject - the fact the collar is the thing he's left wearing - literally playing into the religious theming of Eddies vulnerability because it is screaming dog collar!

The show making such a clear visual indicator that connects to the last time we saw Eddie shirtless is very telling - its indicating to those looking, that Eddie might've asked Marisol not to move in and taken a step towards dealing with his catholic guilt, but the reality is that he hasn't dealt with it at all and that it is still very much a part of his story - his arc.

THere seems to be something in the soft underbelly of who Eddie Diaz is, that reveals its self for these brief moments, only to be covered up and hidden once more - with varying degrees of sucess. This season its especially loud and telling.

If we look at this season more closely - all of them are interesting moments, and all of them are connected to closets or defacto closets. The locker room - Eddie's locker is open while he is shirtless - he stands in front of it - a locker is a form of closet - its for storing his clothing etc while he's at work - a place where he stores is civvies - his real self. He only moves away from the locker and puts a shirt on, when the conversation moves from him onto to Buck - Bucks vulnerability is not Eddies and so he doesn't need to be shirtless - in fact he needs to not be - to shield himself from Bucks vulnerability.

Then we have the bedroom - which while not technically a closet, is Eddies safe space - a place where he can be his full self (in theory) and shirtless Eddie has one of his biggest vulnerabilities revealed in that scene - its so big that he cannot cover it up and hide it - his catholic guilt. This is the first time we're seeing Eddie's room since Buck was in there at the end of season 5 helping patch the holes in the walls. It makes sense that Eddie having a moment where his catholic guilt is revealed becasue even if it isn't directly a closet it - indirectly because he was going to start putting things in his closet - was going to let Marisol into his closet.

The implications of him not being able to let Marisol into his closet are pretty telling in my opinion. Even the fact that she was coming with her own armoire is in and of itself speaks volumes

And now we have bachelor party Eddie - kicking in metaphorical closet doors (whilst kicking in actual closed doors) and falling asleep in bath tubs whilst wearing pink!

The pink in combination with this idea that Eddie is vulnerable and heading towards dealing with his catholic guilt in the same way that he was heading towards dealing with his other trauma before. Pink - as I've talked about in the season 7 costume meta's is the colour of naivety or innocence. yes there is the idea that Eddie (and probably by extension, Buck) will be innocent in whatever ends up happening with Chimney.

But there is also the idea that this innocence and naivety plays into the fact we're seeing a lot of Eddie shirtless and the play into his vulnerability as well as Eddies catholic guilt and all the closet references. This idea that Eddies naively trying to ignore his catholic guilt, ignore his vulnerablity as well as the fact that his catholic guilt stems back to his childhood - when he was effectively an innocent.

yeah I have a lot of thoughts on all of it

[shesnake]

[grendel-menz]

YOU GOT A FULL RIDE TO AN IVY??

dont encourage him

[someone1348]

Headcanons on Pav 💗✨?

EEEEE! THANK YOU EMERYY! I HOPE YOU ENJOY!! 💖💞💖💞 (Pfft can you tell who my new favorite Spider-Man is!-)

ANYWAYS! I figured I'd split these up! I'm going to start with Lee and Ler Headcannons and then go to regular ones, for everyone requested so if you don't want to read about tickles I will make a sepreate one for regular headcannons another time! :]

I hope you all enjoy!

-K :]

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Man's is a solid 50/50 split for Lee and Ler!

Lee:

-His sides are his worst spot, but they have to be squeezed for any reaction

-Light tickles do nothing there

-Light tickles in general don't give you much of a reaction form Pav, you'll get some giggles but nothing too much

-His laugh is super high pitched and childlike

-He squeals too, especially if you catch him off gaurd, which is hard to do with the spidey sense but it's possible!

-He doesn't do much to stop it, he'll just lay there and let himself laugh because he likes being happy and laughing and having fun

-He is unbothered by the word 'Tickle' he can say it and hear it and there's no reaction from him

-COMPLIMENTS HOWEVER! He's gone!

-He's not used to compliments so if you say things like "I love your laugh" or "Your giggles and reactions are so cute Pavi" he's now lost himself to laughter he can't function anymore it's the best!

-He regrets making his costume without shoes, especially after Hobie gets to him, but he just hasn't changed it and doesn't plan on it ever

-He can handle it for a good while but when he calls for mercy you should stop immediately, he can't go too far past his limits especially if there's compliments involved but thankfully all of his friends and family understand and listen to him no matter what

-Doesn't care too much about being tickled in public but will probably get embarrassed regardless and try to stop whoever is doing it (thankfully that doesn't happen much, just a few pokes here and there which he can handle and enjoys)

-Doesn't really get into Lee or Ler moods often because he's always ready for it but the first time he had a major lee mood he could barely get out of bed without giggling and had to call Hobie for help, he was so red in the face, Hobie never let's him forget that day

-if he's ever causing too much trouble at HQ or something, Hobie will silently remind him of that day and his mood and energy changes immediately to wanting tickles again and he's no longer causing anyone playful trouble

-Everyone's so confused of what Hobie said to him that made him change so quickly but he won't reveal anything it's 'their little secret' as Hobie likes to call it!

-Pav switches between just straight up asking for it to provoking it depends on the day and how big the wanting is for tickles

-I feel like he has ticklish knees, like the tops of his knees, his kneecaps, yeah

-He can't handle the 'itsy bitsy spider' nursery rhyme, that's the one thing he can't handle, everything else is light work but that! He's a giggle storm

-He's just the sweetest little man you've ever seeenn!! 🥹☺️

Ler:

-Oh boy 🫣

-Do not let his smile, charm, or sweet personality fool you this man doesn't know the meaning of the word mercy

-He's a hypocrite in that sense /lh, he'll beg for mercy from other's and they will respect it but when he's got a lee in his hands it's like that word doesn't even exist /pos /lh

-You either gotta be really strong and pry him off or get someone else to get him away

-He can't help it, he loves making people laugh and smile and it warms his heart from all of the reactions given from any person he tickles he gets carried away and never wants it to end! (My babyyyyy!)

-He is the tease master (next to Miles)

-He will use anything and everything to get his lee blushing and having fun

-Baby talk, compliments, the word itself, tickly type noises, all of it and more! if there's a tease out there he's going to use it

-He likes to test them all out the first time he tickles someone to see what gets them the most, once he figures that out, that's all he's doing from here on out and he remembers too, he's great at adapting

-He's very good at reading people so if you're in a lee mood he'll know, from a mile away, no matter how good you are at hiding it, he knows, he'll always know

-He has the teasy voice 😤👏 he's so good at it too! The closest example I can give to the people who don't know what the teasy voice is is when he said "New guy must be in love with youuu"

-I can not express enough how good he is at teasing, if his lee wasn't laughing from his tickles I promise you they'd be speechless

-He's just so good at tickling someone until their nothing but giggles, all of their thoughts out the window and stuff, He's just so good at tickles in general

-He's not one for using his yoyo or webs during tickle sessions, mainly because he is stronger anyway, but regardless he will if someone asks, it's just not his favorite thing, he likes them to be free but again he adapts no matter what, he's like liquid, he'll adjust to the container he's in (a science thing, I hope someone understood what I meant lmaoo!)

-If you are dating, it is going to be even worse, you're his favorite person, he is going to want to tickle you and have tickle fights so much because he knows that it makes you happy and it makes him happy too!

-but oh my god Pavi! He will just tell you how beautiful/handsome/stunning you look with such seriousness while tickling you so you know how incredible you are even while you're at his ticklish mercy he loves you so much!

-I love him so much oh my God!

-He's just the best!

-If I missed anything I will come back to these and add it! But AHHH!

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I hope you all enjoyedd! More on the way soon!! :]

-K <3

[purpletyrant]

my wild heart bleeds for you i promise i won't show my teeth

a little something for chapters 7 and 8 of ní neart go cur le chéile, whiiich, are now posted! i had to split it in half because this portion of the story was so long. its the um. like. the core of the story, and gets into borderline ludicrously speculative waters, but im extremely pleased with it. its got gender. its got blood magic. its got... honestly pretty graphic gore. what more could you ask for

[toomx]

well… y’know… It’s a… It’s certainly something!

[hero-angel-nova]

For something a little different, here is my collection of charms! A lot of them are from my childhood (2000s ish) and I've been enjoying making art with them! Recognize any of them?

[goatskickin]

hey, could you explain how you recolor hairs with accessories? i'd like to recolor a hair with beads but i want the color of the beads remain unchanged

Of course, anon! I’m happy to help. 😊

All you will need to do is keep a copy of the accessory separate, and then paste it back into the texture once you’re done doing what you need to do. Visuals help!

We are going to use @platinumaspiration 4t2 conversion of @oydis's Aspen - with the roses.

It's nice!

And, it's got an accessory on it - roses! 🌹

Once extracted in BodyShop, this is what the texture looks like - hair texture to the upper left, and the bottom of the texture is the accessory - the roses.

First, what I would do, is put in the texture I'd like to use in the hair part.

This was easy, as I've already got this hair queued up to go out in October, lol.

But, you can also leave it as-is if you're just changing the color, of course!

If you have a program with layers, you can just keep the texture as one layer, separate from the accessory.

See? Like this!

Or, you could save the accessory texture all on its own, and then copy and paste it on top of the texture you're working on. :)

Let's do an experiment!

Let's color this texture a nice, deep red - @pooklet's TNT.

Applying a Photoshop action to the whole texture gets us the result we DON'T want - the accessory got colored red too. BUT!

Remember how we saved the roses texture?!

Just copy and paste that section on top of what you've recolored!

I hope this was helpful for you, anon! Let me know if you have any other questions.

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make paper dolls of you and your f/o(s)!

proship DNI

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10 min sketches. dungeon meshi fanart beginneth

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Day 4 of @rise-august-art-challenge - Yokai!

I decided to do Sunita for this, but honestly, all I did was the original sketch! My friend @sequoiasleeps did the render for me, and it looks AMAZING!!