#and im severely touchstarved

[letluigisaythefword]

hello hello hello! how r u?

Hi helo!! im doing p good! college is both kicking my ass and being fun so thats fun! how r u doing?

[many-gay-magpies]

PLS on every level except physical i am holding ur hand as we speak... ill be the won to ur jay any day lemme hug u bestie

[jxmbi]

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[genericgalaxyspy]

sigh small rant about me being love-starved(is this even a real word?)

know that thing where you think a relationship will save your crumbling life because “the power of love” and yadayada? yeah that shit kinda untrue tbh, fuckers always said that if you arent happy as you are right now you wont be happy in a relationship and after a while you realize that shit kinda true

and it kinda sucks bc well, this means you actualy have to get your shit together or else shit will get you, like, “wdym i cant just sit around doing nothing everyday of the week and somehow find true love while doing so?” yeah little one, love isnt a tower in clash of clans, you cant just tell your brain to do that and wait it to happen, and spending a ton of money also wont be likely to help, you gotta use that elbow grease and do that shit on your own... but then you sorta realize that without having someone to love life is kinda shitty? theres no one to think about when you look at the sunrise, there is no one to imagine while smelling the flowers, there is no one to call when you listen to good music, and while you can enjoy these things on their own love is kinda like a stat multiplier yknow? a sunrise is already gorgeous, but kissing someone you love under a sunrise? that shit makes even the darkest of days a bit worth going thru

sigh but hey, im just a touch-starved bi blob in a country where acting a bit gay is already something worth bullying and talking with girls is sorta seen as a taboo

[honey-sunny-bee]

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[dexships]

a squip from like. day one is very quiet and touchy whenever hes physical beause he senses youre touchstarved and severely anxious and frighten easily, so theyre always about easing you into situations, not about to push you out of the nest to get you to fly, but helping you one step at a time, holding your hands and giving you this look of pride and a warmth that spreads through your body, and their noble phrase of “hey, im right here. youre okay, now.” is etched into your heart and you feel like youre falling into their unconditional loving spell.

[vyrim]

Im so touchstarved that Im pretty sure I cant come into contact with anyone or I might explode. I need several weeks where a personal is placed a small distance from me so I can re-acclimate to the environment like some sorta zoo animal.

[iwouldfuckdarkiplier]

okay so, how would the damien and dark react to a *severely* touchstarved s/o? like we're talking about to cry cause omg he's showing physical affection what is this and wait he's doing in front of people im gonna cry. (as someone who is veryyyy touchstarved i just need some self indulgence)

Damien

Honestly, slightly startled at your reaction

He only took your hand in his, and now you shaking and nearly crying

The second there’s a break where he can pull you aside, he does

“Are you alright, my love? If I upset you by taking your hand, I apologize.”

Once you calm down enough to explain, he nods and gives you a small smile

“If you wish for me to wait until we’re alone to help you get reaccustomed to physical affection, I can. I don’t want my darling being embarrassed. If you wish, though, I can keep holding your hand?”

He is Best Boy. 10/10 husband material, 10/10 hand holder

Darkiplier

The second he feels you tense, he lets go of you

You think he forgets about it by the time the ego meeting is over

He didn’t

He walks into your room, his hands behind his back

“Why did you tense up when I touched you? Do you not want me to?”

You explain, his face keeping its neutral look the entire time, but you can tell he’s paying attention

“I see. How can I help you?”

However you suggest, he’ll do it to the best of his abilities. He may not be physical with most people, but when it comes to his S/O, he’ll do anything to be able to hold you in his arms or kiss your forehead (without you crying, preferably)

[darkiplierappreciationclub]

how would dark and/or damien react to a severely touchstarved s/o? like "im gonna cry he's hugging me what is this physical affection"

Ooc: this is a huge mood for one. Im a very touch starved person so thank you for the validation hfjdjdkskks

At first he would be a bit nervous when we saw you reaction. Worried that he hurt you or scared you.

Dark gives phsical touch rarly to begin with so he was worried he did something wrong

After you explained though he would be so soft let me tell you

He would always be sure be touching you in some way to make you smile and feel how much he loves you.

Would always want to hold your hand or wrap an arm around you while walking

And the hugs. Don't get me started on the hugs. He would hold you and cuddle you for hours if you asked him

After all you mean the world to him and he would do anything for you

Requests for writing and art are open!!

[phobiadeficient]

Wait i just had another idea Omfg sorry for sending too much requests :'c Top!Sniper and Bottom!Spy angry sex? Im very angry today myself 'cuz y'know, life And touchstarved too. Fucc i need them good ol' cuddles Love ur stuff! -🐑

bro name a person who isnt touch starved. you cant its impossible

(warnings for aggressive behavior and minor violence)

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“You bloody fuckin’ rat,” Sniper all but spat, shoving the Spy bodily up against the wooden wall of his nest so hard that it creaked alarmingly, almost as if it threatened to give way.

Apparently not alarmingly enough, as that combined with a knife the size of his forearm at his throat didn’t wipe the smirk off of the BLU Spy’s face. “Oh, mon cher, I’m so sorry,” he said faux-sympathetically, voice sickly sweet. “How terribly clumsy of me. Perhaps next time you shouldn’t leave your mug on a windowsill like that, who knows what might happen?”

“What’s going to happen is I’m going to put a few new holes in you,” Sniper snarled, fury boiling hot in his gut after this, the latest in a long string of antagonizations from the Spy that day, and by far the most severe.

“Oh, and then what?” Spy purred, leaning forward until the edge of the knife was pressing lightly into his skin, and that was when Sniper caught on to his little game.

Oh. Oh, so that was how it was.

“Seem to remember you being the one to say we keep this discreet and outside of work hours,” Sniper hissed under his breath.

“And I seem to remember you saying you would have time for me for the past two weekends, but apparently circumstances change,” Spy replied airily, and there was only the slightest tic to a muscle in his face to betray that Sniper wasn’t the only one who was a little bit fed up, and then it was gone, replaced by that smug smirk again.

“You absolute buggering—“ Sniper started to growl before giving up on words and just crushing Spy into the wall with his body and leaning in to fix him with a dominating kiss.

He found Spy’s hand and crushed his wrist hard enough to make him drop his knife, then kicked that and his own across the room and out of the way before quickly disarming him in every other way he could think of and forcing his jacket off of him, popping a button or two and some of the stitching in the process, which made Spy pull back and try to protest such rough treatment of his clothes. Sniper bit down on his bottom lip hard for the infraction and moved to change their positions, bending Spy over the nearest medium-high surface, which happened a few crates covered badly by a tarp. They were slightly uneven and of varying heights, and would be uncomfortable to be bent over. Sniper considered that a pro rather than a con just then.

“Did you bring slick at least, or did you want this to hurt even more?” Sniper snapped.

“I prepared before I got here, but I have more lube in my front left—“ Spy started to say, but cut himself off when Sniper found the lube he was talking about and quickly undid his pants. Spy started to shuffle those off with an amount of care, and Sniper moved to loosen and undo his tie. Once that was off, he snatched up Spy’s hands and shoved hard until they were stretched a good distance above his head, and then they were quickly tied together. “Ouch, tight, tight—”

“Like this being rough isn’t what you were looking for,” Sniper snarled into his ear, and it made Spy tremble, going quiet and lax for a moment until he got ahold of himself.

“I was looking for a quick fuck, thank you, emphasis on quick,” Spy snarked right back, trying to get a glance over his shoulder as he clearly heard the sound of Sniper’s buckle rattling.

“Well, lucky for you I’m out of patience,” Sniper muttered, and drizzled lube carelessly, and pushed in with exactly enough care not to hurt Spy outright.

That said, he didn’t give Spy much time to adjust at all, and the pace he settled into from the start was rough, punishing. And he knew it had to be uncomfortable, probably right there at the edge of what Spy could handle, but he didn’t complain outright, just groaning and clenching his fists there up above his head.

And the pace, though heavy, wasn’t something that Sniper thought could get him to the edge particularly quickly. No, it wasn’t so much to get himself as much pleasure as possible, it was more a punishment. A way to vent his frustration after Spy tormented him for the large majority of the day. To make him really get a feel for how much he’d pissed Sniper off.

Pissed off enough that he would break his otherwise unshakable professionalism to fuck his enemy senseless in the middle of the battlefield.

Pissed off enough that he wouldn’t even undress either of them to any reasonable standard for vigorous sex.

Pissed off enough that he’d tied Spy’s hands above his head and didn’t do him the courtesy of tugging him off.

Spy seemed contented with that for a while, but it didn’t take long before he seemed to notice that he couldn’t touch himself, one of Sniper’s hands lying weight on his back to pin him down while he pounded his brains out of him. And soon that awareness turned to discomfort turned to desperation.

“Bushman,” he managed through gritted teeth, very much out of breath.

Sniper ignored him.

“Bushman,” he tried again. “I’m—I need you to touch me.”

Sniper ignored him.

“Sniper, touch me!” he said more demandingly.

“And what if I don’t?” Sniper asked, admittedly a little breathless himself from the pleasure and movement, jaw tight as he held on to his concentration in an iron hold. “And what if I bugger you until your eyes cross and then leave you here to sort yourself out, what then?”

“You wouldn’t,” Spy hissed, but he couldn’t quite look over his shoulder, and he fought Sniper’s weight on his back. “Just—just touch me!”

“Beg,” Sniper snarled, and Spy was reduced to shivering and moaning for a good few moments by the heat of it before he got enough of his brain together to speak.

“Fine, please, please touch me,” he managed, shame palpable as he did, and Sniper did, and all Spy’s groaning and carrying on and finally the noise he made as he reached his peak were enough to push Sniper there, too, and he gave a couple more thrusts for good measure before he swore hard into the overheated air between them.

He disengaged one point of contact at a time, breathing hard and having a little trouble keeping his balance as he did so. “You right?” Sniper asked, voice rough.

A noise of affirmation from Spy.

“You done having a tantrum? Ready to go back to being a buggering professional about this?”

Another noise of affirmation.

“Good. Next time you see me, you try to kill me and that’s it,” Sniper said firmly.

Spy murmured an agreement, and probably meant to say more, but Sniper promptly picked up his kukri and put it through Spy’s back.

He at least got back dressed and took a few shots before Spy next stabbed him.

[figuringouthowtobehere]

tw suicide mention at the end

im so fucking stressed ohmyGOD please make this fucking stop

i cant live with my aunt anymore, i havent been able to for several months now, ive just gotten on disability which isnt actually enough to live off of, im scouring everything i can think of to find a roommate cause thats literally the only way ill be able to find a place, i dont have many friends where i live, in fact many people i know here actively dislike me, and i have four months to find a roommate and an apartment/house. my best friend has been weird to me the last little while and its likely hes gonna die. im constantly in a state of Extreme Loneliness and Touchstarved. i have little to no support. the person i live with refuses to listen to me when i ask them not to treat me like a child, etc. i cant fucking deal. i cant fucking deal. fuck. i just. cant.

what did i do to deserve all this.

(all this = abuse from when i was an infant until i was 11, then more abuse, then more abuse, then more abuse. now im alone, poor, and trying really hard to make my life better and colonialism is making kicking the bucket look like a VERY appealing option)

[incendixrism]

“Full” Name: Maki Asabi [BIRTH NAME REDACTED]

Pronunciation: Mah-kee Ahsah-bee

Nicknames: “Little Mak”, “Maks”, “Bunbun”, “Rat”, “Wretch”.

Titles: Failed Experiment, The Last Weapon Made by the Witch Avada, Soldier Under the Timebreakers (formerly), Low-Class Time Patroller.

Height: 5′0ft

Age: 19

Zodiac: Cancer

Languages: Only speaks the Common language and Earthen languages (English, Japanese.)

- PHYSICAL CHARACTERISTICS -

Hair Color: Black

Eye Color: Blue at birth, turned Magenta/Pink due to forced mutation.

Skin Tone: Dark Tan

Body Type: Muscular to a point, but is slightly chubby/curvy.

Accent: None.

Dominant Hand: Ambidextrous, but prefers using her right.

Posture: Tends to be relaxed, if not slightly at alert. Her arms tend to be crossed, her head tilted slightly with eyes shifting as if she’s expecting someone to attack her, or her hands on her hips or near the compartments in her thigh paddings. Tends to lean forward a lot when taunting someone or when she’s getting excited.

Scars: A slash on her right cheek from trying to fight one of her captors, self-harm scar on the upper part of her right breast from scratching at the area where she was shot with a beam, a few little scars + two big ones on both of her arms from fights and trying to attack her captors, one crescent-shaped scar under her breast from being stabbed during a fight with her captors, and several scars on her back from the procedures that turned her into a mutant.

Tattoos: None

Most Notable Features: Glowing freckles and eyes, weird pads on the bottoms of her feet that look like that of a rabbit’s foot, unnaturally long canines for a human (basically, fangs), nails that seem to be permanently black, blood & saliva that seems to resemble glowstick fluid at times, ears with a very slightly pointed top.

- CHILDHOOD -

Place of Birth: Age 834, Earth, the newly reformed East City

Hometown: Lived in a village near Mount Rumble for half of her childhood, then moved to a farming village near Satan City.

Birth Weight / Height: Was simply just known to be a chubby baby. No height or weight records were taken of her birth.

Manner of Birth: Natural birth. Was birthed in an unknown location, as her birth mother was afraid of getting arrested if she went to a hospital. 

First Words: “Hot..”, after mimicking the mistress who ran the orphanage she was in when the lady burnt her finger on a stove & exclaimed it.

Parents: Ura & Temaki Zushi (Birth), Legu & Hari (Adoptive)

Parental Involvement: Ura & Temaki simply had her birthed, but abandoned her at an orphanage at infancy, as they saw her as a burden on their activities in their yakuza organization. Legu & Hari paid a bit more attention to her, but given they were ancient Saiyans that lived the typical lifestyle of their people, they let her wander off by herself a lot. If she was gone for a couple days, they’d simply pass it off as her going out hunting.

- ADULT LIFE -

Occupation: Low-ranking Time Patroller, considers herself a scientist.

Current Residence: Conton City, specifically an apartment in the Business District of the city.

Close Friends: Xeneza, Fu, Veni, Chamomile.

Relationship Status: Taken

Financial Status: Simply known to not make as much money with her job, but gets by.

Driver’s License: None. She doesn’t even have a true flying license like Conton City requires. She just forged the documents that would mark her as already having one. So, that motorbike she has? Yeah she doesn’t have a license.

Criminal Record: Theft, assault of an elder (for the few times she’s tried to beat up Elder Kai for being creepy), speeding, murder, arson, assault & battery, and discreet timeline manipulation. 

Vices: WRATH

- SEX & ROMANCE -

Sexual Orientation: Bisexual

Romantic Orientation: Demiromantic ??

Preferred Emotional Role: submissive | dominant | switch

Preferred Sexual Role: submissive | dominant | switch | sex repulsed

Libido: Quite high, especially due to the mishmash of the DNA inside her and her body not quite being sure what to do with itself, so she’s a bit of a hormonal mess. Though, she’s good at suppressing it. 

Turn on’s: Pinning her down or against a wall, weirdly enough she likes it if someone’s voice gets low, even certain romantic gestures.

Turn offs: Degradation (she’ll either cry or kick your ass), certain types of BDSM give her panic attacks due to trauma, just simply hurting her will agitate her and just make her start swinging.

Love Language: Lots of encouraging words and soft words. Time together and cuddling (because holy fuck is she touchstarved).

Relationship Tendencies: She’s only ever been in one relationship, but she’s typically really cuddly and likes spending time with the person. Though, just like with her friendships, she has a lot of internal crises where she starts overthinking and wonders is she being a nuisance to them? Do they only want her around to just use her? Is she only around because they pity how pathetic she is? etc. She can get over these most of the time, and often is VERY reluctant to hurt her significant other. Really, she just wants them to be happier than she’ll ever be.

- MISC -

Character’s Theme Song: (screw it im putting two here)

I Burn - Casey Lee Williams

Sacrifice - Casey Lee Williams

Hobbies: Tinkering with what she can find, playing video games, playing her ukulele and singing along to whatever she can remember or make up. 

Mental Illnesses: PTSD, anxiety, and depression.

Physical Illnesses: Can sometimes lose function in some of her organs ??

Left or right brained?: Left

Fears: Abandonment, needles, a certain biomechanical blue demon, purple beams, losing everyone she knows, claustrophobia, arachnophobia, Beerus.

Self confidence level: It’s been low, but is slowly rising. She acts like it’s high through.

Vulnerabilities: Loses her ki functions once her prosthetic gloves are broken, basically cowers in fear or runs away if she sees Mira or even a death beam in sight, susceptible to corrupted/demonic energy.