#I love him... so much..... eheheh.....

[meownotgood]

strong boy... cute boy......

[wesaier]

Ohh..hmm I love you...

[buttered-toasty]

White fire

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POV you’re an orc about to get GOT

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This has a companion piece now btw

[keferon]

Okay I’m. Usually. Usually I don’t enjoy human aus and usually I hate drawing transformers as humans because it feels so wrong to my brain.

But then I stumbled upon Dream of something more by Gemma_Inkyboots and aaauuuhh fuck. Here’s the pile of the most vague and unspecific and undetailed fanart. Because I’m being torn between “I can’t drawing human designs” and “If don’t draw something for this fic I die”.

[osamucide]

AKUTAGAWA THIRSTS U SAY….. just imagine finally getting your mouth on him for the first time. he’s so hesitant to let you touch him in any capacity for so long, has only ever associated touch with pain and suffering, so it’s such a big deal when he finally even lets you hug him, let alone touch him like that.

but omg. blowing him for the first time…. just how blushy and whiny he’d be as you take his cock into your mouth, suckling on the tip. he yelps when you start playing with his balls at the same time, and tbh he probably only lasts a few minutes because it feels so damn good and its so foreign JDJDKSJ i love him sm

FLORAAAAAAAAA

yeah. I love that you mention his hesitancy with and mistrust of touch because of his lifelong association of it with pain—I think that’s part of what makes it so fun to imagine situations like this with him. soft aku has my heart I just wanna make him feel loved and safe enough so that he might experience pleasure

can’t stop thinking about taking it so slow with him. hand holding only after weeks of dating (never mind that actually starting to date probably took multiple months/maybe even a year+). hugs only days after that. kisses come much later than they would in a ‘normal’ relationship but he’s not ‘normal’ and you reassure him that it’s just another one of the things you love about him. you love feeling it out and taking things one step at a time, especially if it’s working toward comfortability and stability on his side of things. he’s only ever known erratic instability until you.

can’t stop thinking about him dealing with sexuality and feelings of arousal in less than conventional ways until he’s alright with letting you lead him through it. I wrote in his nsfw alphabet that I think he’s a pillow/blanket humper—this stands. I think it takes him a long time to trust anyone’s touch, even his own. but when he finally feels comfortable enough to let you touch him—fuck, it’s like coming home. it’s like you should’ve been here all along.

you treat his body with such reverence. where he sees himself as a machine, you see him as a work of art. it’s per your insistence on this that he lets you undress him from the waist down and trail kisses across his thighs for what feels like forever—taking it slow. he gains trust slowly.

and the most delicious part of trust, he learns, is the relinquishing of control. trusting you enough to let you near his exposed skin without the thought of harm crossing his mind. trusting you enough to let your string of kisses work across his hips and down one side of his soft v-line. trusting you enough to let his mouth fall open in a gasp and his eyes flicker shut when your gentle tongue flicks across the leaking tip of his cock.

he’s been turned on before, but never like this. never in a way that didn’t make him feel acutely disgusting. he sees himself as a machine, after all. but with you, he’s human—for a second he’s some semblance of the word ‘normal’ but beyond even that, there’s this intoxicating wave of pleasure roving up from his pelvis all the way to his shoulders and he’s making sounds he’s never heard himself make before. cracked, broken, almost like crying, but he’s far from upset; this is what drugs must feel like.

can’t stop thinking about licking a long stripe up the underside of his pretty, pale cock and forcing a stuttered moan from his chest as his face breaks out madly. repeating that motion until his hips start to undulate beneath your touch. letting your fingers roam between the junctures of his groin and his thighs, scratching softly, not enough that it hurts, just enough that he feels it.

can’t stop thinking about your name tumbling from his lips in soft, pious gasps and whispers; can’t stop thinking about his sparse brow stitched together and his lashes fluttering over thin, unshed tears as you gradually coax him toward ecstasy. and when your fingers cup his balls and squeeze softly, and your warm, wet mouth envelops as much of him as feels natural, he moans, almost mutters out “no—” not because he doesn’t want it, but because he doesn’t know if he deserves it, all this pleasure. from you, an angel with a mouth like heaven.

can’t stop thinking about bobbing your head, picking up pace and drooling around him, massaging his balls with one hand and tracing reassurances into his thigh with the other. he cums embarrassingly quick—gasping, rhythmically, jaw slack as he watches you take him, watches you push him over the edge—but he can’t help it, you must be magic, you must have been made for him, you learn him so quickly almost like you’re not learning him at all but simply know him.

he apologizes as you swallow his load—an obscenely large amount of cum that has his face going red probably for the millionth time as he understands what you’ve just done—but you just smile up at him and lean your cheek against the inside of his leg as he goes soft in your hands. you must be an angel from heaven, he thinks. it has his cock twitching back to life in a way he’s never known it to before.

[itsstilltru]

I honestly want to see what non slug Ted looks like in your art style! :D

Now that you mention it I wondered the same thing so here we are! :D He has no idea the horrors he’s about to witness.

While I was drawing this lovely guy I had a thought… What if, years later, AM turned him back into a human?

what then?

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[part 2]

[courtesanofdeath]

LOOK AT THEM I AM WEEPING

[that-foul-legacy-lover]

My favorite thing about your writing is how cozy and unconditional foul legacy's love is. It's like being wrapped up in a warm blanket on a rainy night ;-;-;

Also- thoughts on showing him magic tricks? Just thinking about how amazed and excited he'd be seeing even simple ones. Wings all fluttery and him asking to see you do one more card trick...

hehehehe i'll wrap you and Foul Legacy up in soft quilts and give you both a cup of hot cocoa

you learned some practical magic when you were staying in Fontaine, a brother and sister duo on the street eager to teach you what they know. they even gifted you with a set of your own cards before you left- "A favorable token from the Great Magician and his assistant!"- and promised to visit Liyue sometime. Foul Legacy peeks over your head as you shuffle the cards, chirping curiously at the whimsical designs full of diamonds and teardrops and cats here and there. you raise a card for him to inspect, Legacy curiously sniffing the small square filled to the brim with intricate patterns and numbers on the corner. with a small smile you tilt the card, flicking your wrist- and it vanishes, your fingers wiggling in the air to invoke little sparkles, and Legacy lets out a surprised, amazed trill, bumping his face against your hand and gently nibbling your skin to try and find where the card disappeared to

magic tricks become a favorite rainy-day activity, Foul Legacy chittering and nudging you until you laugh kindly and sit down, his body curled around yours as he rests his head in your lap. you actually end up learning even more magic back at home, not wanting to bore your sweet Abyssal moth monster with the same tricks every time- not that he really minds. just seeing you make things vanish and reappear and picking the correct card and even simple flourishes when shuffling your deck makes him rumble with delight. if you're willing, he'd love to learn some tricks to do himself, even if he's bigger and sharper and clumsier than you are. you'll be a good guide, your hands gently holding his, and vaguely the thought of impressing Childe's siblings pops into his head, knowing the muscle memory will remain. besides, Childe ABSOLUTELY wants to learn magic tricks as well... he gets bored at Northland Bank sometimes, after all

at least your Fontainian friends will be thrilled

[kyouka-supremacy]

Hey, don't cry. Endless sskk angst scenarios in the world for you, okay? Akutagawa doesn't remember Atsushi :)

[kowtownart]

Flustering the big ol' softie :3c

[bumblingbabooshka]

and then he quit Starfleet for over 50 years

[djarinova]

when he plays all too well for you on the guitar and you start crying.. is that normal or

[iknaenmal]

Ness most of the time : •_•

Ness when hes riding a bicycle: :D !!!!!!!!

[foxsoulart]

Doctor Feelings be upon ya.

The dry erase board on the fridge was empty and I couldn't not. (I haven't actually seen the episode so shhhsshh)

Reference used below

[springcatalyst]

something about merle and daryls relationship to religion (particularly christianity)

oops this turned out long. readmore time for yalls sanity and my dignity

it's never actually mentioned, but they both seem to have had a rather christian upbringing. it's safe to assume, because they're in the deep south, but its evident in the ways they interact with the presence of religion and with themselves.

when merle is handcuffed to the roof, hes crying about how he deserves this, about how hes being punished, hes been bad and this is what he gets. he pleads with god for mercy before ultimately telling him he doesnt need his help. this is something we can imagine he is familiar with. hes used to the concepts of divine (or otherwise) punishment, violence and pain as something deserved, a consequence of behaving badly. he seems very used to "this is what you get." and ultimately when he pleads for mercy his prayers go unanswered. this is a familiar script, or at least it was. god never helped him before. hes been punished before. he'll get out of this one on his own, just like all the rest. (he uses the exact same line "I ain't gonna beg" with the governor before hes killed: this is something familiar to him). merle quotes from the bible with hershel in season 3: he knows it. not only knows it, but remembers it. he's held onto it

and then daryl. who is so averse, so mocking of christianity and those who follow it. his casual snide remarks whenever hes in a church, making clear his distaste for the whole affair. his disdain with gabriel for a long while after they meet him. ("the word of god is the only protection I need" "sure didnt look like it.") he sees the lie in it all, while it seems like merle still buys into it, even if he doesn't try to follow it anymore, he knows the punishment that will catch up to him and to others. merle frequently damns others to hell. he inflicts punishment, or the deserving of it, as easily as he understands it for himself. daryl, though, has been disillusioned, at the very least. he sees it as nothing more than a tool to manipulate and lie to the people that believe in it. best case scenario, religion to him is a false hope that will never reach fruition. worst case, it's a manipulative power play meant to keep people in line where 'in line' means subservient. its foolish: a waste of time, to him.

theres a deleted scene where he finds a man dead in a prayer room, and he mocks him for all the good his prayers did. for all the answers he found for his trouble. in season 4, after the prison falls, he says something along the lines of 'faith never did anything for us.' he and merle, though their reasons are different, both see prayer and faith (and as a tangent, hope in general) as a useless tact, nothing gained, nobody will ever answer, you're just fooling yourself. nobody is going to save you but you. and when you say it like that, you know exactly how they got there. these are two characters who frequently have been only out for themselves, only able to rely on themselves, anything outside of that is bound to let them down, to variant degrees of harm. plenty of their own prayers must have gone unanswered. nobody saves them but them.

I legally cant talk about the dixon brothers' relationship to christianity without also talking about carol. she has a lot of similar perspectives as the two of them, but we see her in both sides. when the show begins she still appears to believe in god, and when sophia goes missing she takes that time in the church to pray to him. she says god can punish her however he wants as long as he doesnt hurt sophia. she, too, expects punishment in the form of violence and grief when she behaves badly or, in this case, even thinks things she supposedly shouldn't. here, she had a similar relationship to religion as merle does- she still believes in god: more specifically, a wrathful one. as the seasons progress, though, we see her lose that faith and shift to something closer to daryl's perspective. we see her disillusionment in real time as she sees worse and worse things and is subject to worse and worse environments. but she never really stops behaving as if she is deserving of punishment.

her and Daryl are similar in this way: while merle outright says it, accepts his supposed punishment, and then continues doing whatever he has to and whatever he wants to, carol and daryl operate under the same kind of threat but they dont really realize it. when they do things they deem worthy of punishment, whatever harm comes their way as a result- or even unrelated but soon after (and it's the walking dead, things always happen)- they kind of accept it. daryl allows himself to be treated the way he is in the savior compound, yes because he had no immediate out, but also because he felt like he deserved it. dwight gives him that photograph to really hammer home how he got here, and daryl lets it happen, to an extent. after Henry's death, carol goes off the deep end and doesnt care what happens to her. if not for lydia, she would have gone right over the edge of that cliff because it's what she felt like she deserved, like a righteous end to a life shes been leading poorly. they live under the same eye as merle, but it's more abstract with them. rather than being punished by god, they're being punished by fate, or karma, or luck. it's very 'you get what you deserve' with them, because their disillusionment prevents them from blaming an entity, so in its place they blame themselves.

I think that's the only other option they see, and its part of the reason they are both so different from merle. merle can still blame this outside force, can shove all his problems onto something out of his control that isnt his fault but can be resented for it, so he becomes this hateful, violent person because the one thing hes really angry with is untouchable. daryl and carol lack that, and cant blame anybody else because they are the only common denominator, so it instead turns inward. they hurt other people less because of this, but it's still not healthy, and so in their place they're hurting themselves more.

I have to think they are all intimately familiar with god as a reason. as a justification for damage or an unattainable perfect form that when fallen short of, is punished for. merle still operates on this warped justice system, on punishment for bad behavior (reinforced by his many experiences with prison and the military), while daryl has rejected it entirely. merle still buys into it, but daryl sees it as nothing more than that justification, than that false sense of security. neither trusts god, or religion, or christianity, but the difference I think is that merle still feels the eye of it, while daryl feels the absence.

[sairitaikutsu]

ehehehe he called me good girl