#cause genuinely at first i was just trying not to throw up from how bad it hurts now its down to a cant walk good but otherwise alright

[dammit-tazmuir]

@grievingbovine I am always happy to gush about Paul ;w;

Also I feel like... I'm not sure if it's more "codependency isn't always bad" or "codependency is a term we've grown to use too liberally when what should actually be the defining factor isn't the behaviors involved but whether or not those are actually hurting the people involved" or something in between or adjacent to that. It also feels like there might be kinda two definitions people use interchangeably? One being the more medical term and the other a looser thing of like, deeply dependent on each other.

But semantics aside I know what you mean, and yeah.

It is, generally speaking, unhealthy to be SO dependent on a SPECIFIC person that you can't live without them. Cam and Pal post-explosion had a very unique situation, whereas for most cases in real life, it's better to at least like... need SOMEONE, a purpose, a cause, but also be capable of seeking a new one if you lose that, after time to process and grief. A Camilla whose whole life revolved around Palamedes but didn't get him back learning to live again for Nona, as a hypothetical, or Harrow who would not let herself survive alone but can live for God and for Gideon and for Alecto and for the memory of those lost to conceive her and who may find other purposes still. Ofc no one is arguing Harrow is healthy about that, but like, if you CAN'T find an internal sense of worth, a purely external one is still infinitely better and healthier than none!

It feels very silly but a straight up life-changing thing for me as someone who does the same shit was the anime Gurren Lagann throwing around the phrase, "believe in the me who believes in you." Over time it morphed into "believe in the you that I believe in", and ultimately into having genuinely self-assurance, but taking even one or two of those steps is like... YEAH? Yeah! You know? External validation can be so meaningful and powerful, and isn't antithetical to internal by any means. If you can find it in even a handful of different sources, even better. A thing I try to tell people a lot when it comes to mental health too is you don't have to Get Better to get BETTER. It's not "you're unhealthy and must be fixed" or "you're 100% healthy in all ways". Less unhealthy and more functional than you were is amazing and to be celebrated actually!!!

But at the same time?

Ya know, no, I agree, I DON'T think it's a bad thing to need to NOT be ALONE. I understand the importance of being capable of surviving alone, at least long enough to seek new connections. And living for a person or cause is always easier than dying for them ("you could have lived for her, but you didn't know how"...), especially if you're living for their memory after they're gone, but people should try to do it anyway! But to just..... want to be devoted to someone? To thrive on supporting or caring for other people???

That's not what I'd call "toxic codependency", that's humans being a social species. Hell, that's looking at stories and seeing how many supporting characters are vital to helping a hero succeed and deciding "that sounds awesome actually! Not everyone needs to be the hero, I would love to be a supporting character!" Especially when you're not losing sight of your own needs in the process.

Like... Sacrifice and martyr mentality can be horrible destructive things that do more harm than good, but sacrifice is also objectively a major way people show love. Parents doing without a little more to make sure their kids get something nice, someone doing a chore they don't like because they know their partner hates it more, etc. The difference between "my needs aren't important, I'm not important, I'll always prioritize others because I don't take care of myself in general" and "I have weighed the pros and cons and decided that I can handle this and wish to put someone else first in this situation" is not always apparent from the outside but it's an extremely important distinction. There's a difference between being needlessly reckless and hard on yourself versus making a decision to achieve an end you want even though it costs you something.

Cam trying to hide how rough carrying Pal was on her wasn't her being needlessly reckless, it was her being a stubborn bitch who knows she's tough as hell. If anything people have more grounds to criticize her going against Pal's interests and wishes by not giving him information he needed to make properly informed decisions! To think that he was in any way taking advantage of her when she'd have found a way to kick his ass if he'd tried to force her to stop is wild lmao. (Not to mention Pal literally killing himself— he was still Around but objectively dead all the same!— in the "dying for someone is the cruelest thing you could do to them" book. Like he ain't making big sacrifices fueled by his love for and trust in her too smh.)

And honestly? Yeah that does sound like the kind of thing that could save the world. Our world would be a better place with less people striving to be main characters and more people eager to support each other. More people should be saying "No you will let me help you, you son of a bitch. Don't you dare tell me it's Too Much." >:( So many people are afraid of Being A Burden but more people need to understand— from the perspective of the person with that fear and as friends wishing to help someone who has that fear— that only the person offering help can decide what is A Burden to them! It's not the other person's decision to make!

Palamades didn't have a right to tell Camilla not to push herself to keep him around when that was her choice, and anyone fearing their loved ones sacrifice too much for them don't have a right to tell them to love them less, either. Sometimes— often, really— the alternative is worse. And part of me has to wonder if some people are averse to acknowledging that because if they did, then they'd have to acknowledge that letting someone else help you can be actively beneficial to them, and constantly refusing to ask for or accept help is in turn actively depriving them of something that would help them too. <.< Too bad everyone, gotta let people love you.

Locked tomb hot takes:

Insisting that the birth of Paul is only a tragedy because of the uneven power dynamics between Palamedes and Camilla as Necro and Cav invalidates Camillas autonomy and undermines her as a character capable of making her own decisions. It also undermines Palamedes constantly checking for consent. He understands more than most that there is an uneven power dynamic and actively works to respect her autonomy as much as he can while also respecting their bond/positions as necro and cav.

In a world where those who identify as men have no natural power over those who identify as women or neither, we can not apply the same cisheteronormative expectations of male behavior to male characters.

Camilla made every. Single. Choice. Willingly. She had reasons for it, and Palamedes respected that more than readers seem to. We get plenty of examples.

"What would you do if you discovered Camilla was a murderer?”

“Help her bury the body,” said Palamedes promptly.

“Sextus.”

“I mean it. If Camilla wants someone dead,” he said, “then far be it from me to stand in her way. All I can do at that point is watch the bloodshed and look for a mop. One flesh, one end, and all that.”

GtN chapter 30

NtN chapter 17

The relationship between these two may be codependent, but it's predicated on trust and consent. The whole way through. This is the life Cam wants to live. Becoming Paul was what *she wanted*.

I find it strange that some people think they know what's best for her more than she does, just because she's a cavalier.

[scripts4dreamers]

Me and my one (1) friend who has also had their brain corrupted by the blight (dragon age) have been fighting about this for two days but I’m so sure I’m right, so I humbly present my thesis to you lovely people.

1. After the events of the Veilguard, if Rook and Neve ended up together, Neve tries to leave you.

LET ME EXPLAIN! (Spoilers for the Veilguard ending)

I love Neve. She’s my favorite romance from Veilguard, she’s an incredible character and she does not deserve all the hate she gets. Having said that, she does 1000% try and leave Rook.

The one thing we know about Neve, almost from the moment we meet her, is that she is not a believer. She doesn’t believe Solas is a god, at first, she doesn’t believe anyone will have her back, she doesn’t believe Minrathous will improve and she doesn’t believe she’s going to survive this job. But still she fights on, not out of a genuine belief that she can win, but because she has a soft spot for lost causes.

Neve has devoted her life to being the champion of lost causes. She tells Rook that, even if this job doesn’t get her, one of them will. She risks her life, day in and day out, in service of a city that has done nothing but hurt her. Neve believes she’s a dead woman walking, and all she wants to do is go down protecting the people of Dock Town because someone has to. Someone has to.

And then she meets Rook and Harding and now gods are real, and they’re destroying the world and oh well everything was always going to go down in flames, so why not help out? She’s always been a magnet for bad news, for bad luck, for the worst of humanity, so why not spend her last days fighting for what little good is left?

She tries to fight falling for Rook, but they’re everything she wishes the world could be. They’re the lifeline she’s been waiting for since before the world forced her to stop believing. They’re good and kind and full of life and how can she do anything but love them for that? But she’s already dead, they’re both already dead and she can’t survive another loss.

She throws herself into loving them only after she lost them to the Fade. Only after Harding/Davrin died. After her world already ended, because that’s when she really realizes how quickly it can all end and how much time she wasted pushing people away. The goddamn WORLD IS ENDING and the person you love is THERE and they’re REAL and they WANT YOU, so why not? What is there to lose? It’s easy to love someone when the world is ending. It’s easy to love someone when you’re both already doomed.

But then the world doesn’t end. The sun rises on a blighted Minrathous and they’re both still alive, and now she’s faced with rebuilding. There’s so much work to be done, she’s a bloody, scarred mess and the job she was brought in for is over, isn’t it? She’s not a cool noir detective who died saving the world anymore, she’s someone’s partner, someone’s friend and lover and those aren’t jobs she had ever prepared herself to take.

Suddenly, without the haze of panic and the urgency of stopping the gods, things look different. She needs a new apartment. Minrathous needs a detective. Life goes back to normal and Neve still isn’t a believer.

Of course, everyone says they’ll stay in touch. Bonds formed that can never be broken and all that, but Neve knows better. You don’t hang around once the party is over. You don’t give the world more ways to hurt you, more people to take. You don’t give people a chance to leave you.

So she leaves first.

She regrets it. She hates herself for it. She cries herself to sleep wondering how she could be such a coward, but she leaves. She packs a bag, writes a goodbye letter and leaves before morning.

Now, do I think her and Rook get back together? Absolutely I do. I just think that, with all the events of Veilguard happening in such a short time, there’s going to be some major questions for all the companions once the dust settles, and leaving before you can be left is Neve Gallus’ answer to those questions.

[oceanwavesproteinshakes]

Have to take a break from training legs cause i bruised my knee this morning

Sucks

[zero-in-kyoto]

please make headcannons about okarun as a boyfriend :3

GUYS OMG IM SO SORRYYYY

I’ve been so busy lately and I did get a lot of requests!! So I will be doing them asap, heheh!

(I got a lot for Takakura and Jiji so yeah those will be dropped soon!)

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Tags: Lots of fluff, no use of Y/N or name, reader is just called “you”, suggested fem reader? (I can make another for male reader if asked!), mostly just focused on you two.

Okarun boyfriend headcanons

- He absolutely made the first move, but not on purpose at all.

- You were both fighting together and he ended up getting the wind knocked THE FUCK out of him, literally almost cried and said fuck this shit.

- Only jokes though, he would not actually leave.

- He would get up and continue trying to fight and attempt to protect you. All those times you were fighting together would resonate with him at this moment and he’d start going on a rant about how you make him feel.

- Him having a crush on you would be so obvious that it’s so hard to believe that he actually even like you and is trying to keep it secret.

- Will stare at you.

- Will continuously rant to you about sci-fy topics.

- Will insist on acting tough and like a gentleman to impress you. (He ends up looking really dumb but in a cute way)

- He would draw you a lot and one time you stumbled across a drawing and it was you as an alien and you genuinely didn’t know how to feel about it and he felt bad and felt scared to talk to you for the next few hours.

- He isn’t exactly the needy type, but after you get together he will need reassurance especially if you have close male friends.

- Absolutely hates being jealous in all senses but will absolutely fight for you if he feels the need.

- If you’re into stars and astrology type shit, he would make one of those solar system type projects for you but it would be so expertly made.

- As your boyfriend he would always want to get you little trinkets, like inexpensive things that remind him of you.

- If anyone talks shit about you, he will not tolerate it at all. You wouldn’t even have to tell him cause somehow he already knows. He’ll come out the shadow like he’s Batman ready to beat that ass up for justice.

- He would be more hesitant to let you get into dangerous type situations but he’s not controlling at all by any means, so he won’t stop you but will do what he can to help and protect you along the way.

-He would most likely not initiate a kiss first until like a bit into the relationship because he’d be worried about the timing but he’d gradually get more comfortable kissing and hugging you without asking if it’s alright like 1000000 times.

- if you go to school together, you would ask him for the homework answers and he’d be a smart ass and ask why you didn’t do it yourself. (He’d give them to you.

- Will get ALL UP in your ass (not literally. Not sus) if you aren’t taking care of yourself. He will scold you but his words most his words weigh heavy on your heart due to how concerned his voice will sound the whole time.

- One time he would stop wearing his glasses and when you ask about he would explain that he heard from one of your friends that you didn’t like boys with glasses. (SABOTAGING HOE👿.. GRRR)

- Probably wouldn’t really like PDA all that much but he would never be afraid of telling the whole world that you’re his lover and that he’s your boyfriend.

- If he found out anything other girls had a thing for him, he would immediately turn them down.

- He would NOT like his lover being jealous at all. Causing any pain to his partner physically or mentally would absolutely hurt.

- He would panic if you’re sick and try his best to take care of you.

- If you threw up in front of him, he would definitely throw up too.

- He will start to copy things you do and say after a while if you doing them without realizing and you ask him where he got it and he’d just say it’s something he picked up somewhere. (He doesn’t want you to think he’s making fun of you.)

- If yall were a meme, you’d be "I don't like them at all," Takakura says, then he suddenly tripped and fell to the ground, as multiple pictures of you fell out of his pockets. "Wait!" He cried out. "These aren't mine!"

- Would have a photo album of you both every time you went on any kind of adventure, all the pictures would be shitty and kind of blurred, but it’s definitely the thought that counts!!

ERM AND I THINKS THATS ALL FOR NOW. I MIGHT WRITE ANOTHER HEADCANON THINGY FOR HIM ANOTHER TIME IF YOU GUYS WANT!!

Tags: @taesy-miranda-lee @stefnarda

[dreamcubed]

hp fanfic recs!!

hello all! i feel like i dont interact enough with this community, so here's some recs for you all (i do follow these people, on my main blog @emptytakeawaycup) give them a follow too!

mattheo riddle;

we aren't over (18+) - @slytherinslut0

summary; fwb gets jealous seeing you kiss another guy at a party after the two of you had called things off

this love - @wordsarelife

summary; mattheo finally asks you to be his girlfriend

let me ruin fuck you (18+) - @slytherinslut0

summary; worried that mattheo was just going to use you for sex and leave, you had him agree to courting you first until you felt you were ready to take it to the next level. after months of this, mattheo finally can’t take it anymore, and lands himself on his knees at your feet

theodore nott;

the cat chronicles - @obsessedwithceleste

summary; five times theodore nott *accidentally* stole your cat

darling socialite - @fangisms

summary; you are talkative as all hell, and theo has dubbed himself your devoted listener

just like your boyfriend - @angelfrombeneth

summary; you and theodore are the new it couple in hogwarts. theo's known for always causing up a stir but never you. at least you do yours in private. it isn't until your faced with skylar snaggle, the one girl you can't stand that you break that streak

too many nights - @priniya

summary; theodore nott spent too many nights, smoking and hanging out with matt’s little sister to not make her his girlfriend

second hand smoking - @evergone

summary; a short one where theo teaches the reader how to smoke

i'm [nott] a bad person - @evergone

summary; the reader and theo are accused of causing a fight, but they swear they didn't do it

an unintended double date - @papercorgiworld

summary; enzo doesn’t want you ruining his date so he calls in back up to keep you busy, which leads to an interesting date

fred weasley;

something that we're not - @sergeantbuckybarnes

summary; you and fred are friends. best friends. who happen to cuddle and sleep in bed together all the time

anything - @ibbythebee

summary; fred would do anything to see you, "hogwart's strictest prefect", loosen up

first time (18+) - @frenziedfireworks

summary; you've been trying to figure out how to bring up sex to your boyfriend...

george weasley;

blindsided - @desideriumwriter

summary; as the gryffindor quidditch team celebrates their win on the field, malfoy begins to openly throw insults in front of george and fred towards them, their parents, harry, and you. george isn’t able to ignore and shrug off his mockery. it only ends in a shocking altercation between the redheaded gryffindor and sneering slytherin

blaise zabini;

everything i'll ever need - @slytherinslut0

summary; your boyfriend whisks you away from the enchanting yule ball, blindfolding your eyes in mystery, alluding to a secret spot. though he suggests it's merely to show you something, what unfolds is a testament to his deep appreciation for your love of nature and a showcase of his genuine gentlemanly demeanour

a night at the museum - @pizzaapeteer

summary; where your boyfriend blaise takes you for your birthday to your favourite place

draco malfoy;

an unintended double date - @papercorgiworld

summary; enzo doesn’t want you ruining his date so he calls in back up to keep you busy, which leads to an interesting date

remus lupin;

remus can tell you have a crush on him - @luveline

remus and you exist in your own little bubble - @luveline

[superectojazzmage]

Among my mounting bad/unsure feelings about Arcane season two is a feeling of... I don't know, weirded outness over how Jinx is being handled. Just the way they seem to almost be trying to pretend like she wasn't depicted in season one as basically a sadistic, bloodthirsty, would-be school shooter who did shit like shooting animals for fun or blowing up buildings to try and impress her dad.

Like, the narrative of this season seems to be going out of it's way to handle her with kids gloves in a way that season one didn't, treating her as if she's just a "lol so quirky" kind of character or even a genuine revolutionary hero to be idolized as Zaun's leader compared to season one's "oh this lady is genuinely dangerously unstable and a threat to everyone around her". She's not treated as a villain - albeit a tragic one - she's treated like she's a flawed hero at worst.

Hell, I mean, you see it with the whole plot of Zaun following Jinx as a symbol of revolt. Because all throughout season one, Jinx's relationship with Zaun in even the most charitable light amounted to everyone except Silco being fucking TERRIFIED of her or outright hating her guts, and with good reason as she did nothing but make everyone's situations worse by being a mood-swinging killer who attacks anyone and anything around her at the slightest provocation and constantly goes into violent, hallucinatory fugue states at even the most mild of stresses. But than she blows up the council and suddenly everyone is literally equating her with a god worshiped in Zaun? Imagine if you saw people claiming the Unabomber was the Second Coming and you get an idea of how bizarre that is.

Everyone regarded Jinx as a walking bomb in season one. Even a lot of Silco's allies - from Sevika to Marcus - spent said first season saying Jinx was out-of-control and that killing her would be doing Silco a favor, and that was objectively true, especially considering Jinx ends up directly murdering Silco in yet another fit of blind rage and panic. Now we get season two and anyone who seriously opposes Jinx seems to be treated like either a jerk or a burgeoning extremist for not liking a terrorist who kills people because the voices in her head say to do it, and some people who despised Jinx in season like Sevika now act like they're just mildly annoyed by her childishness and weird behavior (something else that was played in a very creepy light in s1, but now seems treated like it's harmless).

Her crimes from season one and even this season are kinda brushed over; there's tepid acknowledgment that she killed Caitlyn's mom and two other councilors, but that's it and nobody really dwells on the fact that she basically did fantasy 9/11. And likewise, Caitlyn is treated as if she's becoming a violent zealot for shooting at Jinx while Isha is near, but nobody so much as comments on Jinx outright murdering numerous children through Grey-bombing Piltover or literally shooting a teenage Firelight in the back in season one just because she looked like Vi.

Speaking of Isha, I hate to say it, but she really does feel like she has no reason for existing beyond making Jinx look better. No themes of Jinx perpetuating the kind of abuse Silco inflicted on her by raising to be the monster she is, no acknowledgment of how dangerous somebody like Jinx would be as a mother, no questioning of the ethics of Jinx's actions, and Isha watching Jinx murder people is framed in a silly, comedic light compared to season one's blunt depiction of how Powder being exposed to violence from a young age warps her. Isha throws straight KILLS HERSELF via suicide bombing and it's framed as a heroic, beautiful act and not a horrific sight of a child being so radicalized by the terrorist that raised her that she thinks killing others and eve herself "for the cause" is good. The series dangles her and Jinx being friendly with each other in front of you like a parent jangling car keys at an infant. "Oooh look at Jinx and Isha dancing and dying their hair haha it's so cute don't think about bad things, Jinx is nice now!".

I just honestly am not a fan of this "Harley Quinnification" of Jinx after season one went out of it's way to tear down that kind of character. Such a big part of Jinx's portrayal there was ripping apart the idea of this manic pixie terrorist who is Totes Awesomes and only hurts bad guys as part of it's larger themes of the ugliness of violence and the dangers of valorizing it. And I really feel like we're losing that. Not even just with Jinx, but with Zaun as a whole, this season feels like it's going full "everything is Piltover's fault, Zaun didn't do nothing wrong, those Piltover babies should just shut up and let themselves be attacked for being big stupid oppressor doodoo heads!!!!" which feels very counterproductive to the series' messages and like frankly shit writing.

[signanothername]

hhhhhhh i love your art so much man it's just so rrrrrrrrg words can even describe it 💥💥💥

butt like like genuinely how do you figure out poses and shit that fit who you draw so well likeee

idk me personally i just struggle with that stuff, yk always stuck with the -looking front on with hands in pockets- or the dreaded -peace sign with hand in pocket- fjdjdj

sorry for the yap sesh butttt any advice would be like so cool

also the way you portray killer and nm is like godly just 💥💥💥💥💥💥💥

HDHDHHDHD THANK YOU <333333

And oooh that’s a very valid struggle, cause the thing is, I used to struggle a lot with posing characters in a way that actually satisfied me, going for the stiff front look a lot dhdhhdhdh

But the thing is with art, is that it isn’t just lines on a page y’know? At least, I stopped treating my art as such, every time i draw an artwork i want the artwork to tell who sees it something, I treat every artwork as a story in of itself

Ok imma generally give you what I learned from my art journey so far, i’m gonna start with a more general advice and then get to how I choose poses for certain characters, and imma try to explain the best I can but I can be really bad with wording things so bear with me

Art can be difficult cause different art concepts are interconnected with each other, so sometimes you need to think of so many things just to be able to do something as simple as posing a character

Before we start tho, here are 2 tips:

-everything you know about anatomy? Throw it out the window, no i’m not joking I’m being completely serious

The reason many artists suffer with making dynamic poses is cause they think too much about anatomy, they think the anatomy should look correct and perfect, and no, anatomy is the biggest reason the pose you draw is going to be stiff, you need to forget “correct” anatomy if you want your poses to feel alive and dynamic

- practice gesture/figure art, IM ON MY KNEES I BEG YOU, cause it teaches you to let go of perfect anatomy and actually learn how to draw figures in motion (which is extremely important for fluid and dynamic poses!)

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With that in mind, here are a few things i keep in mind when posing a character:

1- line of action

You hear these three damn words a lot yet no matter how much you research them you can never find a good explanation for what they mean (me after i researched this bullshit so much shbdhdhhs)

But simply put, think of the action line as the spine in a human, the more you bend it outta shape the more dynamic the pose is going to be

And it’s genuinely so important cause it can make a very simple pose such as a character standing doing nothing much more dynamic when you put line of action in mind

Even a very slight bend in the line can make the pose more natural/dynamic, because an action line dictates the movement of a character

So if you want to avoid a stiff pose? Avoid a straight action line (you gotta make that action line Queer af💅✨✨✨✨)

But here’s a mind fuckery, the tricky thing with action lines is that it’s better if you keep them in mind but not consciously think of them if that makes sense

You gotta understand them and implement them and practice them, but when you draw a character posing a certain way, thinking too much of the action line can actually make it difficult to maintain and in turn, makes your art stiff af too

Like you got to internalize this concept and to keep it in your subconscious rather than actually consciously think about it when you draw your artworks

Ok Anó, how the fuck do i do that? Start with practicing them consciously by actually drawing the action line and then the pose in art studies, and then level yourself up by practicing them by drawing characters posing a certain way WITHOUT putting an action line first, i’m sorry to say there’s no way around it, there are no short cuts

Here’s a helpful visual guide/summary of what i mean by the paragraph above cause words suck

(but sooner or later, what you learned gets burned into your muscle memory, and your hand would start doing all the work without you consciously thinking about it, then congrats!! Action lines are now part of your subconscious)

Ok but does that mean straight lines are bad/should never be used?? NO

I can never emphasize how important straight lines can be

One thing that’s beautiful in art is that there’s no such thing as “bad” or “wrong”, art is subjective, and something that’s perceived as “wrong” by one artist, can be right/ something implemented in another artist’s artstyle that makes it unique

In fact, straight action lines can be great to use depending on what you wish people to take/understand from your art (a simple example: a turn around reference sheet for a character tends to use straight lines, cause in a reference sheet you focus on clarity, and drawing with queer lines can cause that clarity to be thrown out the window)

But I especially love to use straight Action lines with Killer, I sometimes make him stiff as a fucking rock and it’s completely intentional on my part, cause i love to use stiff poses to enhance the uncomfortable/unnatural atmosphere Killer gives, or to further emphasize an already uncomfortable situation

So to summarize, if you wish your poses be more natural/dynamic and to avoid stiff poses, use queer Action lines, but straight lines are also great to use depending on what you want people to understand from your art

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2- perspective (camera angle)

Variety is key!

What is the perspective you want to focus on? I know this seems like it doesn’t have anything to do with posing a character, but it does, (remember, art concepts are interconnected!) cause the perspective you decide to draw from can also influence the pose you decide to draw or vice versa, and help you make the pose more dynamic

Hell sometimes, perspective can do the poses justice even if they’re literally the most boring stiff poses you’ve ever drawn chchchhcch

Like are you going to draw the character from an upper perspective? Lower? Fish-eye? Third person? First person?

Is the perspective tilted? Is it normal?

What is the perspective you want and why did you choose it? What are you trying to tell the people who see your art?

Here are a few tips when it comes to perspective:

-More dynamic perspectives (upper/lower) are good for artworks that have tension in them, or have some sort of stakes going on (fights, horror, uncomfortable situations)

That of course doesn’t mean they can’t be used to simply make your artwork look cool :D

-choosing how many vanishing points there are (one,two or three points perspective) can also make your art tell a different story depending on the situation you’ve chosen them for

-and most importantly, when you draw a pose, foreshortening is going to happen to the body depending on the perspective!!

But my point is, I make sure i draw in variety, sometimes I draw the character from upper, lower, tilted or even a mix of all of them, all to enhance my poses to look more dynamic/natural

Ok Anó, got it, but what if I don’t care to include a crazy perspective and i want to draw in a normal perspective? Then how do i make my poses more dynamic?

That brings me to my next 2 points

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3- camera shots

Same as perspective, there has to be variety!

Your art doesn’t always have to be full body, try to draw different shots, draw a headshot, draw closeup shots draw half bodies

If you go for different shots then you’ll be forced to think of different poses to fit such shots :D

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4-bodies are like little toys, break them

One thing you can do to bring more variety to your poses is to have different body parts facing different directions, not all limbs have to face the same direction >:)

Generally the characters don’t have to face front! Try to mix it up and draw from the side or back

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5-emotional weight and a story to tell

And this is where i’ll bring my point about treating my art as a story back

A really good way to actually put variety in your poses is to treat any sort of artwork/sketch you make as a story you’re trying to tell

Before you draw a character posing a certain way ask yourself, why is this character posing this way? What are/were they doing before that pose? Are they alone or are they reacting to something/someone?

Is there a point to them posing this way? (It’s ok if there’s no actual point to it! But the poses still would need to tell a story regardless)

Cause if you’re posing them reacting to another character (off screen for example), you pose them in a way that makes sense for their emotions of the other character right? (So if the character has negative feelings towards the other one then it makes more sense to draw them in a defensive stance or a fight or flight pose)

If you’re drawing them all alone then what are they doing alone, are they doing something important or is it their off time? If it’s their off time what are they doing for their off time? Do they like to spend it reading a book for example? What are they reading? Is it a horror novel that makes them scared? If yes then how do they deal with fear? Do they throw the book across the room or do they hide under a blanket?

Cause a pose also holds emotional weight, it shows you what emotions the character is exhibiting, it’s not just the expression of the character that tells you about their emotions, it’s their body language, and body language can be translated through poses

Let’s say they’re doing a peace sign pose for example, why are they doing it? Are they taking a picture with someone they love or are they doing it to annoy someone? Hell maybe they’re being forced to do it, and so they do it half heartedly maybe?

Get what I’m trying to say?

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And now with all of the above in mind, time to get to the most important thing and the main point of this post

How do I choose poses for certain characters?

6- personality

who am I sketching? Cause each character is unique and each character is gonna act a certain way other characters won’t, and depending on the situation, the poses change too

Understand the character and how they act, try to analyze them and take in their quirks and behaviors, and before you draw a pose for them actually ask yourself, would this character EVER do this pose?

Like you say you fall in the peace sign trap right? Now think about a peace sign pose, but with Nightmare… it doesn’t make sense right? Cause the pose is an absolute striking contrast to Nightmare’s personality, like Nightmare would never do a peace sign till the day he dies, hell i’m sure if he’s forced to choose between death and doing a peace sign he’d choose death (it’s a lot more mercifull than the humiliation he’d feel making a peace sign hcchchch)

See what I’m getting at?

For example, I draw Nightmare with his hands behind his back a lot, but you won’t see me do the same with other characters often, not cause other characters would never put their hands behind their backs, but because it’s a quirk in Nightmare’s character, Nightmare TENDS to do that a lot, he acts so formal and royal like, and so i draw him do it a lot

But here’s the thing, if i draw other characters having their hands behind their backs like i do with Nightmare, i do it in a way that makes sense for them! An example is how i draw Nightmare and Dream with their hands behind their backs :D

But I also keep in mind Nightmare’s character, so whenever I pose him a certain way, I ask myself “would Nightmare actually stand/sit/lie down like that?” If the answer is yes, then I continue, if not then i change it to fit Nightmare

To further explain, I tend to think Nightmare is defensive in nature, so you’d see that I also pose him in a way that reflects that, with his hands crossed in front of his chest for example or generally his hands close to his body, sometimes hunched in on himself, I also think Nightmare is egotistical and self centric, but most importantly, he sees himself as an elegant King, and so I draw him crossing his legs or generally have him sit in such a formal manner or a hand on hip kinda pose etc

So when you draw a pose ask yourself if it fits the personality, mindset, and pattern of behavior for said character!

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With all that being said, while it’s amazing to be able to do a variety of poses, I think it’s also important to keep in mind that art is supposed to be fun, take your time trying to learn, don’t overwork or frustrate yourself with learning new things, and it’s completely fine to not do poses that have meaning sometimes (do that peace sign to your heart’s content <333) it took me 10 whole years to get where i am today, and compared to many other artists my own progress is extremely slow, and it used to bother me cause I treated art like there was some sort of deadline above my head and that I should learn things in a timely manner (which is absolute bullshit), my point is, take your time with learning poses, even if it takes you years, the important thing is that you will get there eventually <33333

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Finally, here is one art resource for poses that i think is really good/useful

Keep on creating and hope my endless ramble helps a lil chchchchchch <33333

[hannieehaee]

hello!!!

i would like to request possesive (lowkey toxic) bsf minghao like a short five or a drabble bcs i read your toxic mingyu one and it was sosososo good!!

tysm (i love your fics btw they’re so good)

18+ / mdi

content: toxicbsf!minghao, friends to lovers, he's toxic but its fine bc i have a crush on him so, manipulation, afab reader, smut, mentions of oral (f receiving), reader is a virgin, loss of virginity, penetrative sex, etc.

wc: 2064

a/n: thank uu!! im obsessed with toxicbsf!svt ive been wanting to write more of it since my mingyu fic tysm for requesting!!

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sometimes it stressed minghao out how sweet and innocent you were. how easy it was for a guy to catch your attention and for you to fall for anyone showed the barest amount of decency towards you.

well, it's not like minghao could really blame you. throughout the many years of being best friends, you had never really been in a serious relationship. there had been a quick fling here and there, but they never went far. not if minghao had anything to say bout it.

it wasn't that minghao wanted to get in the way of your relationships. he was simply protective. whether you realized it or not, he knew better. he knew the filthy ideas guys could get in their heads, specially when a pretty and sweet girl like you showed interest in them. which was why minghao always ran guys off one way or another before things bad a chance of going too far.

now, minghao wasn't dumb. he never made it known that he had been the one to somehow scare away (or sometimes frustrate away) possible suitors for you. he would simply speed up the inevitable. he knew they'd eventually use you and throw you away like most men tended to do to sweet girls like you.

despite your temporary sadness over the constant failed relationships, minghao knew that this was for the best. he wasn't about to allow some filthy man come in and sweep you off your feet just to defile your innocence when they could never love you in a pure and genuine way – in the same way that minghao did.

the task of keeping men off you got harder through the years. you were simply too beautiful to resist. that's how minghao first fell for you anyway (but, of course, he then fell for every other detail about you). you had men asking you out left and right, even ignoring his presence whenever he just so happened to be there. you were always shy and sheepish about it, accepting the compliments but always looking to minghao while seeking his approval of the guy in question (which he never gave, seeing as there was no man who deserved you).

however, there were occasions in which a guy would slip through the cracks, somehow charming you enough to concede to a date or to some flirtatious text messages without minghao's knowledge. the discovery of these instances would always lead to spats between the two of you, with minghao claiming that you clearly did not love him in the way he did you if you were so easily willing to hide things from him. these nights would usually end in you apologizing to him and telling him he was the only guy you needed.

but that did not happen every single time. currently, an anomaly had occurred, causing minghao to be disgusted by recent developments that had occurred in your relationship.

being as sweet and innocent as you were, it was clear to minghao that even a single second away from him would lead you to fall into the arms of some guy. which was what had happened a few weeks back, when you had enthusiastically agreed to a date with some boy you'd met at a party during the ten minutes in which minghao had left you unsupervised.

surprisingly, you had asked minghao to let you try things out with him. you were aware of minghao's protectiveness towards you (although not the full extent of it), but minghao was still surprised when you shyly asked him to let you see how things would go between you and this guy.

the two of you had been talking every day during those few weeks, even going on a few dates which minghao had to be made privy of as you came home overexcited after each one. he hated watching your temporary happiness with some loser who didnt deserve you. he knew it wouldn't last, but it still made him scowl at the thought.

the whole situation reached a crescendo the day you came back from yet another date with the guy, sheepishly telling minghao that you thought it was time for the next step in the relationship. this was, of course, something minghao was not willing to let you go through with.

since you had asked him to not get involved (not even allowing him to meet the guy thus far), he had left the situation alone with the hopes that it would crash and burn on its own, – after all, no man was good enough for you, nor did they compare to the way in which minghao treated you – but unfortunately for minghao, the past three weeks had gone well for the two of you. and now it was time for minghao to step in.

despite his initial anger at your revelation (anger which he kept hidden from you), he allowed you a safe space to talk to him about your 'relationship' and what you intended to do next, which then revealed a window of opportunity for minghao.

"i ... i'm nervous, hao."

"hmm? what makes you nervous, angel?", he was sitting beside you on your shared couch, with your legs basically intertwined.

"i dont know, i've just never ... you know ..."

he knew. you'd never outwardly spoken about it. but he knew you to be a virgin in every sense of the word.

"i dont know, angel. you're gonna have to be more specific."

"i've never had sex. i've never really done anything .."

as expected from his good and innocent girl. but the satisfaction of hearing you say those words died as soon as he remembered the context of the conversation. you were seeking advice in order to have sex with that guy whose name minghao had never even bothered to learn.

"that's okay. you don't have to if you're not ready," he assured you.

"no, but i am! i just ... i wont know what to do when it's time to ... you know, actually do it."

"oh?"

"what if i disappoint him? or what if he thinks im a freak for never having done anything?", you lamented, "am i? is it weird i've never done it? it's just ... it's never worked out between me and any other guy and– fuck you must be exhausted of hearing me lament myself every time i ultimately fuck things up before even leaving the talking stage," you chuckled at yourself in what seemed to be pity.

and minghao did somewhat pity you. despite being direct cause of many of those failed talking stages (something he would never let you find out), he still felt bad that you were feeling unseemly because of his doing.

"angel, no. stop. it's okay. you can always talk to me, you know that. and no. you're not weird for being a, a virgin, you're ... you're so special. no guy should ever make you feel pressured to do it. who is this guy anyway? is he making you– "

"no! hao. it really isnt that! it's me. i'm ... i just dont wanna embarrass myself. i dont ... i have no idea what i'm supposed to do. i ... i've wanted to, but i'm just scared," you pouted, looking down into your lap rather than at him.

he knew the perfect solution for this. it was the most obvious thing, but he needed to approach it in a way that worked out in his favor. he could not risk scaring you away. you were just vulnerable enough in this moment for minghao to finally rid himself of the nuance that had been in his way for these past weeks and finally have you for himself.

"well, i ... i cant help you? if you want. i could show you whatever you're curious about. and then you wont feel nervous anymore", he suggested, now having moved closer to you.

"isnt that cheating?"

he chuckled at the adorable confusion in your tone, reaching out to caress your cheek with his hand, "no, angel. id just be teaching you. as a friend, yeah?"

"oh ... a– are you sure? i dont wanna make you uncomfortable or anything ..."

"you could never make me uncomfortable, beautiful. so what do you say? hmm? let me help you?"

you silently nodded as you scoot even closer to him, giving him the green light to finally have you in the way he'd always wished.

"how about we start by kissing so you can ease into it, yeah?"

you nodded again, already too lightheaded to respond to him with words. minghao felt immense arousal at your innocent demeanor, adoring how your eyes fell directly to his lips the moment he mentioned kissing.

as gently as he could, he connected your lips, staring off with an innocent kiss before letting escalate further.

it was hard for him to control himself, so he didnt. he only gave you a few seconds of gentleness before beginning to kiss you with the fervor he had always wanted to, drinking in your adorable whines of arousal.

somehow your mewls became even prettier when his lips went south, now savoring the taste of your skin as he licked and nipped at your soft neck. his hands were not left unoccupied as they felt you up in ways that could not be defined as anything less than filthy. but you didnt seem to care. you seemed quite into it, actually, moaning endlessly in the way a girl deprived of pleasure would.

in this moment, minghao knew his wait had been worth it, as he now had you in his arms for his taking. and there was no way he would ever let you go after this.

~

it was only a short while later that minghao would finally reach his ruin.

minghao finally had you bare and willing under him as he hovered over you on his bed. after having eaten you out to completion, he was almost completely spent from just the view of your gorgeous body receiving such pleasure for the first time. and now he could finally have you in a way that only he ever would.

"angel ... are you ready?" he breathed as his lips pulled away from your own.

your gaze was completely empty, clearly gone to the pleasure that minghao had such given you and the pleasure you knew was yet to come.

"please ... need to feel you so bad ..."

"oh? but i thought this was about learning, angel? what happened?", he emphasized his words by grinding against your bare core, whispering his teasing words into your ear.

"n– no ... it's not ... just want you ... please."

that was enough for him to finally plunge in, groaning at the slight resistance you showed despite having prepared you beforehand.

your body arched against his as you cried out his name for the nth time that night.

"oh, angel ... feel so fucking good. is it good for you, beautiful? am i teaching you well?"

"y– yes, fuck ... h– hao! feel so fucking good ..."

he ground into you mercilessly, in a way that would make anyone think that this was not your first time together. except it was the first of many.

"does it always feel this good? will it always make me want it like this?"

"no, beautiful. it will never feel this good. you know why?", his hand went to play with the tiny pearl between your legs, making you cry in response, "because you're mine", he speed up in his thrusts, matching the pace of his hand, "and only i can give you this pleasure."

"hao! fuck ... gonna– "

"i know, angel. me too. gonna cum with my pretty angel, yeah? be good for me and cum with me, beautiful."

"love y– you!," your wet cries and stutters already had him gone, but your declaration was what truly did him in, causing him to bury himself as deep as possible as he released him inside you, groaning at the way you pulsed against him as your own orgasm took over you.

upon regaining your breaths and laying together, minghao turned to you, cradling you into his chest as he felt you breathe against him.

"you're mine now, aren't you angel?"

"always," you softly peck his chest, cuddling right back into him.

there was no longer need for minghao to worry about your nameless fling, nor any that would've come after. he had finally kept you all to himself.

[a-hazbin-reader]

Oooo Vox! How about Vox with a unnaturally unlucky SO? And it's always been like that and how they died as well!

(Also calling Vox their lucky charm and how he's the most luck they ever had and needed)

Man Y/N really is unlucky landing Vox as a S/O-

I'M JOKING I LOVE THIS

Vox X Reader Headcanons

✅️Romantic

❌️Platonic

TW: Second hand embarrassment for Y/N, Valentino being harmed

Description: ☝️⬆️

Not Y/N accidentally getting placed in Hell because of some unlucky mix up-

When you first told Vox you were unlucky, he didn't really believe you and just thought you were being dramatic

And sure you've had a few bad luck incidents that he's seen but nothing that really stands out to him

It's not until he's in a relationship with you that he realizes you weren't fucking joking around when you said it

You really are unlucky

In just a day you've somehow managed to trip and ruin one of Velvette's outfits and completely disfigure her model

You caught Valentino's wings on fire while trying to make a sandwich and when you went to put it out you made it worse by throwing oil on him

Good

You broke four of Vox's cameras, five of his stage lights and broke his chair all while he was live

And all that doesn't even begin to cover the mayhem you caused just last week

Somehow you keep running into Alastor and that's a whole headache in itself

You stress him out so much that if he had hair it would be white and falling out of his head

But Vox will be damned if you aren't just the most precious thing in his life, you're too adorable to get rid of

No matter how much trouble you are to keep

You're so fucking adorable Vox isn't letting you go

Whenever he starts to feel himself getting irritated with you, he just looks at your apologetic face and melts

"Sorry Vox...I guess I just need to stick closer to my lucky charm next time, huh?"

Fuck he loves you

"Just-get over here and hold still!"

Keeps you in his lap because it's the only way to keep you from causing trouble with your horrible bad luck

Not at all because he loves having you close and because his heart skips a few beats when you lean into him or because you smell so perfect-

"Vox? Your screen is all hot and glitchy...are you alright?"

He's fine, babe

Honestly can't get enough of you and genuinely believes he can keep your unlucky nature at bay if he keeps you with him at all times

You managed to trip and toss a dozen fragile, expensive things into the air???

Don't worry, Vox is scrambling to catch them all in a hilariously cartoonish manner

You got lost and now Alastor is contacting him and telling Vox to come get his curse out of Alastor's hotel??

Vox will be there and won't even start a fight, the hotel has been beaten up enough by you and your bad luck as it is

He's kinda proud of you for that one tho

He can't even be mad, it's so obvious that some supernatural force is out to get you

There's no way you're just naturally this unlucky

And he can't just dump you, no matter what Valentino says, fuck him

If he dumps you then you'll be at the mercy of your unluck and nobody will be around to save you

And Vox wants to be the one who saves you, he wants you to depend on him more than anything else

Whenever he sees the grateful look on your face after he bails you out of trouble he's reminded of how much he loves you all over again

Can't resist the urge to take you into his arms and rub his face screen on you, no he won't put you down

With him around to clean up your messes, maybe he really is your good luck charm

Vox really starts to believe it

But then your bad luck strikes again and his migraine is back

Good luck charm his ass

I REALLY REALLY HOPE YOU LIKE THIS ONE 💗

[foreverlittlesoshi]

if you were church

noah sebastian x reader

content warning: smut, oral (m. receiving), sacrilegious, dom! noah, and some soft parts

word count: 2.7k (this is the longest i've written in a good couple years)

part two of the bondage of freedom

it had been a couple weeks since noah had you, he genuinely thought maybe the crush would’ve gone away after he slept with you but it just heightened it even more and he needed you more than ever. he tried his best to go on with his daily life with focusing more on his band, partying and trying to sleep with other girls. he did have one girl but it just wasn’t the same. even when he was alone, he’d touch himself to the thought of you and remember how felt. 

he knew he needed more of you but it was hard to get you when you went under the radar. ever since that night you weren’t coming to church anymore, he would overhear your parents say you were too sick but he knew better because you had come to service before while being sick. he never saw you around town anymore as well. whether it was the local cafe, the bookstore, the park or even the damn grocery store. he saw you were active on social media but you stopped posting and quit responding to him. he couldn’t take it anymore, he understood you may needed space but it was killing him and he was just fucking craving you. 

that’s how he found himself standing outside of your house, looking up at your window and saw that your lights were on so he knew you were still up. only bad thing is that your parents are home so he had to be extremely quiet getting up to your window. 

the sounds of soft knocking startled you, taking your attention away from the overwhelming amount of extra studying you were doing to regain your faith since that night. that is until you saw who was knocking, the whole reason you had decided to throw yourself into studying and going into hiding. noah sebastian davis. the first and last person you wanted to see right now. you couldn’t deny that you wanted him again but it just felt so wrong though it was a good thing so without much thought, you opened your window and let him in.

“what are you doing here?” the softness in your voice made his heart flutter. what was he doing here? it’s not like he was gonna confess to you right now so he had to come up with something.

“i wanted to show you something.” he said while pulling out his phone which made you nervous because you remembered what he took with his phone last time. 

“noah, i don’t-” “c’mon, just trust me.” you shouldn’t have but you did trust him more than anyone even after what happened.

at first all you saw was the church background in the video which caused you to panic, “did you film us!” 

“of course not, doll. just watch.” the video continues to play as you observe as a nun & a priest begin to passionately kiss with it leading up to the nun sinking to her knees then pulling the priest’s pants down to suck him off. you quickly turned your head the other way.

“please tell me this isn’t real.” 

“it is, doll. i just wanted to show you that there is no shame in what we did. now watch this part.”

seeing the way the nun’s head bobs up and down with how she also takes the entire length into her mouth. it made you nervous but you could feel yourself getting slightly turned on and it’s like noah immediately knew.

“would you like to try it, sweetheart?” the raspiness in noah’s voice didn’t help.

“yes, i would.” your verbal consent was all that he needed as he sat on the edge of the bed and spread his long legs apart. the sight of you falling onto your knees for him made his mind go extremely fuzzy. you watched as he unzipped his pants and pulled them down along with his boxers then pulled out his cock. you’ve been craving another taste since that night though you had no idea what you were really about to do. the sight of him jerking himself while thumbing his tip to spread his pre cum made you want him even more.

“go ahead, doll.” when you grabbed his cock, it was shocking how hot it felt and you did your best to copy him with sloppy jerking but with the quiet moans he let out, you felt like you weren’t doing that bad. you take a chance with dragging your tongue from the base to the tip, his head tilts back so fast you were scared he’d break it and his body stiffened.

“at least warn me next time. we don’t need your parents walking in on this.” 

“oh, i’m sorry!” 

you gag as you begin to take him into your mouth while doing your best to not have your teeth hurt him and begin to bob your head up & down. the struggle to breathe caused you to pull off his cock to cough, though you did your best to do it quietly to not alarm your parents and went straight back to it. he opened his eyes long enough to get a glimpse of the sight of you, you looked so small between his legs with a face struggling so hard to take him and please him. tears in your eyes, small hands wrapped around what couldn’t fit into your mouth, and he could tell he was close to cumming. 

“fuck, doll. i’m close.” noah groaned, which caused to look up at him and the eye contact awoke something in him. you felt his long fingers fist your locks, grabbing harshly and beginning to thrust into your mouth. making you take every inch of him so your throat was being obliterated and getting extremely raw from the harshness with tears pouring from your eyes finally. he holds your head still as he feels himself start to twitch, letting a low groan as he cums and the sweet taste of his release hits the back of your throat. 

noah lets you pull away from him, watching you try not to spill any of his cum and swallowing it all down, then you wipe any remains of it from your mouth just to lick it off of your fingers. his lips curving into a smirk at the sight of that.

“so, did you like that?” noah asks as he fixes himself then zips his pants back up and pulls you into his lap. he did his best to straighten your hair back out and wipe the tears off of your face.

“you know, i actually did.” your hoarse voice made him chuckle.

as much as you wanted to get up to get some water, you didn’t want to move. it felt so nice to be held by him even though you wanted more and the little crucifix hanging on your wall also felt like it was mocking you. 

“can we fuck again?” you ask him quietly.

“no, baby. not tonight, it’s too risky.” you couldn’t help but whine at his response. “i know, baby but we can’t have you being too loud and we get caught.” 

“can you at least stay until i fall asleep?”

“of course.” and he did, covering you and turning off your desk lamp then left through the window quietly to not disturb you.

-

you tried your best to conceal your sore throat, convincing your parents that it was just a really bad cold and that you would get over it soon. from drinking tons of water to using numbing spray to help it. you wished noah would’ve given you a warning but he didn’t, hell he didn’t even text you any advice and would just send laughing emojis every time you’d ask. 

“what do you even see in him?” your friend rebecca asks, “you do realize that he’s just using you?” 

“of course i thought about that but with how long i’ve known noah, i don’t think he would do something like that.” you felt stupid for defending him even though you knew he wasn’t using you.

“c’mon, i know that you have known each other since you two were kids but the fact that now he only wants something to do for sexual stuff. doesn’t that strike as weird?” 

“don’t say it so loudly!” you slap a hand over her mouth, your bedroom door was open and your dad’s office was just one door down. “they don’t know about us, okay?” 

“why are doing this then?” 

“i don’t know.” but you fully did know why. 

you wanted to be with noah but you didn’t know how to tell him or if he even felt that same way. 

-

can you come over?

are you alone?

his response made you let out a sigh, yes.

i’ll be over soon then

okay

when you heard the soft knocks on your window, you rushed to let him in and technically pulled him in actually.

“woah, woah, you good?” noah asked, for some reason the question had anger rising in you.

“what do you want from me?” he felt his heart stop, “are you just only gonna use me or is there something deeper, noah?”

he wasn’t ready to confess but the look of anger and upset on your face made his heart feel like it was breaking. he should’ve known this was gonna take a toll on you but he was so caught up in his own feelings, that he never thought about yours and it was making him feel like shit. 

“i’m so sorry, doll. but yes, it means something deeper.” his words surprised you, “i was just too scared to tell you. to be honest, i think i’ve been in love with you since we were kids. i just always thought you were too good for me and you were always more concerned with religion and trying to please your parents that you never noticed me trying to flirt or anything along those lines. hell, the whole reason we slept together was because i was just tired of hiding my feelings and i thought maybe it would help me get over you.”

your eyebrows were furrowed like you were trying to remember so he continued, “all that i did those couple weeks was think about you, no matter what i did. that’s why i came over that night, not just to get blown but because i couldn’t stand not seeing you. i was close to confessing that night but i panicked.”

“you’re so stupid, you know that?” his heart broke at those words,”noah, i’ve had the biggest crush on you since we were like 12 but i never acted on it because my parents told me not to get involved with you that way with how much was going on in your home life back then. i spent so many years trying to defend your actions but all i was told was to focus on the church and not worry about you. not to mention, when you got with brittney, i thought i had no chance.”

he couldn’t help but chuckle then held your face in his large hands, “do you forgive me?”

“of course i do but something else can make me forgive you more.” you tell him and he looked at you confused.

“fuck me, noah.” the softness in your voice made him immediately hard and now that he was looking at you more, your outfit didn’t help the pain in his pants. white turtleneck paired with a black & white skirt with white frilly socks and black mary janes. 

“you’re gonna be the death of me.” he says quietly as he removes your shirt, tossing it across the room and removing his own. 

“tell me what you want.” his low voice made you let out a whimper, “you want my cock so badly, don’t you, sweetheart?”

when your back hit your bed, you couldn’t help but cover your face from embarrassment and just whine at him. noah just smiled at the sight of you while he snuck his hands under your skirt to pull off your underwear, throwing them somewhere and began to use his thumb to circle your clit. quiet moans leaving your lips as you take in the pleasure along with your hips already bucking. 

“are you gonna tell me what you want now? don’t make me stop now.” 

“please, i just want you. please just fuck me. i need it. i need you, noah.” he hasn’t even done anything to you yet you’re already so whiny for him and he loved it. when he removed his hand, you let out a huff but stopped when you opened your eyes to see him removing his pants.

“turn around and get on your knees.” 

you wasted no time, your ass still covered by the damn skirt that he’s falling in love with as well so he hates that he’s probably about to ruin it. noah wasted no time kneeling behind you, pulling the skirt up so it was bunched around your hips and then dragging his cock through your wetness. 

“i love you and i just want to make sure that you truly want this.” he said.

“i love you too and yes, please just give it to me, noah.” you begged him.

noah pushes into you carefully, trying to go slow so he doesn’t hurt you too much from the new position and knowing he was going to feel a lot deeper than before. you hissed at the feeling, the size of him was something you felt like you were never gonna get used to and then you felt him push in further. he grabs onto your hips as he pulls out just to roughly push back into you and you moan out loudly.

“be as loud as you want, remember we’re alone.” noah’s voice sounded muffled due to the pleasure you were focusing on more.

he kept a fast and steady pace, loud clapping from his hips hitting your ass and your loud moans made him want to go even faster. his eyes made contact with the crucifix above your bed and he got an idea. one hand let go of your hip to roughly grab your hair, lifting your head which caused you to arch your back even more and your mouth fall open so your moans now sound like screams. 

“open your eyes, doll.” noah whispers to you and you quickly do, making you look at the crucifix. 

“do you accept me as your god now finally?” his hips started to move faster which caused you to cry out as it felt like he was entering your stomach.

“fuck, yes. you’re my only god now. just you, noah. only you.” you blabber out and he let out a low laugh at your response.

“damn right.” he let go ahead of your hair which made you fall back onto your mattress and your hands were gripping your blankets so hard that it hurt. he couldn’t stop his own moans from leaving his mouth at the sight of you and he felt you clench at his moans.

“tell your god how badly you want to be filled with cum.” he demanded.

“fuck, please. give me all of it, noah. please, i want it so fuckin badly.” you cry out as he goes harder.

you could feel the bruises already forming on your hips with how hard noah was gripping your waist as you both cum. your insides felt so warm and battered as you felt him empty himself into you, your mind felt fuzzy as he pulled out slowly and shivered as you felt it start to leak out of you. noah took a minute to catch his breath then he flipped you over and entered you again which caused you to whine. you reached for him so he leaned closer and you immediately wrapped your arms around him to hold him close.

“you okay?” he ask worried and you tiredly nodded, “yes, i just don’t want you to leave just yet.”

“well, your parents are gonna be home soon.”

“fuck them, they’ll have to get used to seeing you in my room soon.” you giggle at him.

“i love you so much, you know?” he tells you again and you softly smile at him.

“i love you too.” 

AN - this took me like three days to write so enjoy!

title comes from church by fall out boy

oh also this is the only time i will ever use noah's real last name because i usually try to avoid it all cost

part one - https://www.tumblr.com/foreverlittlesoshi/767807347709132800/the-bondage-of-freedom

[rekino2114]

Can I request Daki relationship headcanons

Daki relationship headcanons

A/n:another thing that was requested by two people. Also I'll make the reader a demon in this one cause I like it better that way.

You got Upper Moon 6 as a girlfriend, congrats, while she may be hard to deal with at times she still loves you a lot, in her eyes you're one of most beautiful persons in the world (second only to her) and she treats you as such, she's uncharacteristically nice to you to show you how much she loves you.

She throws tantrums a lot and is generally pretty bratty, if you don't pay attention to her for a while she'll pout and yell that you don't love her anymore, and if you're too busy to go on a date for her she'll demand that you go no matter what you have to do.

She has a sweet side too though, specifically when you two are alone she'll show you all of her love, some of her favorite activities to do are: cuddling, trying on clothes for you, and doing each other's hair and skin care routine In general, seeing her having so much fun with a smile of pure love on her makes up for all of her childish traits.

Daki is very clingy. She likes having her hands on you, especially for hugs, she has no problem doing it in public, too, If anything, it's a plus as it's a way to tell everyone you're hers. If you're too far away from her she might just use her sashes to pull you closer to hug you.

She also gets very jealous very easily, if she sees you talking with a human girl she immediately pulls you away with her sashes and gives you a stern talking about how she's the only girl you're suppose to speak to . If she's in a particularly bad mood she might kill the girl or have gyutaro do it.

Speaking of gyutaro, her brother didn't like you getting too close to her at first he's very protective of her because of their past, so he was worried you were gonna hurt her but after he saw you two being genuinely happy around each other and hearing daki talk about you with nothing but praise and love, he understands that you were a good "person" and approved of your relationship (he still threatened to kill you if you treated her badly though)

[yuff7e]

Hiiiii! I wanted to ask if you could write Elliot x bookworm reader hc’s? He’s my husband in every farm I have, my beloved fr.

Hru today and who’s your favorite sdv character and spouse??

✧˖°. ⭐️ 𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐈𝐎𝐓 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐀 𝐁𝐎𝐎𝐊𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐌 𝐒/𝐎 🍎 ✧˖°.

𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐧𝐞𝐮𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐥 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

heya juiceedapplee !! i’m great, how are you ?? my favorite sdv spouse would also be elliot because he’s my spouse too !! but my favorite character would be emily, because she’s so me fr !! hope you enjoy this cute one-shot w headcanons :) ఌ︎

♬♪ -> lıllılı.ıllı.ılılıı

when elliot first noticed your shared interest in books, he was immediately captivated by you. the new farmer, a fellow bookworm? it seemed too good to be true! determined to get to know you, he listened eagerly to the whispers of the town. people talked about seeing you immersed in a book during breaks from your farm work, leaning against a tree, lost in the deep pages.

he would pass by you frequently, too shy to say anything but would still have a lingering gaze on you - trying to decipher what books you would read and what style of writing you liked depending on what author you were reading from. eventually, he got enough courage to walk up and maintain conversation. and you were actually quite pleasant!

he was drawn in by your calm nature, how you grasped the sides of the book gently with a soft gaze staring into his. since you were a farmer he was quite surprised by your mellow personality, which intrigued him even further. you both shared common interests with certain authors and specific genres - which only made you both closer.

overtime, you two became a couple. he moved into your farmhouse, eager to assist you with your farm work, although he quickly realized you were already a pro at it. living together, he had the opportunity to explore your extensive collection of books; from farming guides and cooking tips to sci-fi, romance, comedy, and everything in-between. it was clear to him that he was in the perfect place.

“dear, it’s quite late. would you like to come to bed?” he called out from the bedroom while you were in the kitchen, meticulously following a breakfast recipe from scratch to save time in the morning. “just a second! i’m almost done with this!” you replied, flipping the pancake over on the pan and tossing it into a small, ziplock baggy.

after finishing up, you made your way into the shared bedroom you and elliot occupied. with a tired smile, you stripped yourself of your clothes and quickly changed into your pajamas; throwing yourself onto the bed. “i’m so tired.” you groaned, throwing a hand across elliot’s covered stomach, signaling for cuddle time. “would you like to cuddle, love?” he chuckled, shimmying his way closer to you.

“yes please.” you replied, wrapping your arms around his neck as he pushes his chest up against yours - reveling in eachothers warmth. “you’re so warm, i could fall asleep any second.” you remarked, a drowsy smile playing on your lips. “you’re always quite beautiful when you’re tired.” he said, causing a blush to creep up your cheeks. “mhm, well, you’re not so bad yourself.” you reply, returning his smile. he leans in, placing a gentle kiss on your lips, his hand tracing a path from your cheek down to the side of your neck.

˗ˏˋ ✨ 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍𝐒 ✨´ˎ˗

— he’s so grateful to be with someone that also shares his interest in books, genuinely

— he thinks you’re 10x more attractive with a book in your hand, and even more attractive when you’re reading; your brows furrowed, lips slightly parted, face relaxed…

— he loves to cuddle up with you and read together, picking out different books at the museum is one of his favorite activities! knowing he’ll be going home to cuddle up with you once more.

— he’s so attentive to your interests and likes picking out books that he thinks you might like, along with recommending a few of his favorite authors and writers.

— if you read to him before he goes to bed he’ll sleep like a baby, not kidding.

— when he goes on a few of his trips he definitely snags a few books every now and then to come and bring them home to you!

— if you share the same favorite authors he’d marry you on the spot, first day of talking.

— of course, he did marry you; and he’s extremely happy!

𝐑𝐄𝐐𝐔���𝐒𝐓𝐒 : 𝐎𝐏𝐄𝐍

[dunmeshi-darlings]

oh my gosh i love your imagines so much!!!! have you ever considered doing something like when chilchuck realizes he has feelings for the reader?? maybe they joined their party and seemed really interested in his work and always wanted to chat with him when they could and it sort of led him into getting closer and being like “oh shit… am i growing attached…”

thank you so much deary, it warms my heart to know people enjoy the content i am putting out for them.

Chilchuck was actually the one to suggest laios get a new party member to join them, with how dangerous things had been getting lately he figured it would be nice to have some extra backup.

He was hesitant about you at first, He thought at first that you asking all kinds of questions was you doubting him. But he quickly learned that no, you had a genuine interest in his work. He would grin whenever he would explain something to you, it was nice to have somebody who respected him and his work.

Of course because you showed such interest in his work the two of you grew closer and you ended up being the person he was closest with in the party, the two of you often sitting together and sharing stories and talking about things as you two laughed together.

After senshi joined you two would also try the foods together, promising to try it if the other did. You were also quick to remind senshi that traps and locks were chilchucks specialty and that he should really respect him and his work. This was music to chilchucks ears and helped keep senshi out of his hair.

You two grew closer and closer, always by each others side as you talked and joked and explored together. One day when you were away from camp marcille poked chilchuck. "Your a hypocrit." She huffs confusing the half-foot. "The hell is that for? what did i do!?" he throws his arms up in confusion, the elf crossing her arms.

"you always get onto us about inter party romance except you and Y/N are so lovey dovey it feels like a romance book" She says pouting a little causing the half-foot to jump in shock. "WHAT?! ME AND Y/N ARNT TOGETHER!?" he shouts waving his arms confusing marcille. "you two sure act like it? you two obviously like each other."

"no it...i...we arnt...i dont view...but.."

Chilchuck tried to explain everything away, saying that he didnt have any feelings. However the more and more he looked at it, all the arguments he kept trying to come up with seemingly fall away as the realization dawns on the older half-foot causing him to sit down and put his face in his hands.

"oh god....i like Y/N....dammit." He groans, the elf mage laughing as she realized the situation, that chilchuck hadnt realized he liked you. "ITS EVEN MORE LIKE MY ROMANCE BOOKS NOW." she wheezed in laughter causing the half-foot to curse at her in his language as she finally settles down.

Chilchuck had a lot of thinking to do, He had preached on and on and on about how bad interparty romance was both from experience with it as well as his own issues he had with relationships that he hadnt told anyone about...was he supposed to just ignore these feelings and act like they werent there? he knew that if he did it would eat him alive, but could he really ignore his own advice?

[blackenedsnow]

Love your writing so bad like I wanna rq this cause It's so fun seeing how you write for every dude even the postal movie dude he is my cutiepie i swear /real

How would the dudes react being showered with kisses by their s/o then realizing they are covered in lipstick marks? cause these boys need sum kisses

the dudes being showered in kisses by their s/o ; headcanons

WARNING: None

PAIRING: Postal (1) Dude x Reader, Postal (2) Dude x Reader, Postal (3) Dude x Reader, Postal (4) Dude x Reader, Postal (BD) Dude x Reader, Postal (Movie) Dude x Reader

NOTE: I had so much fun writing these, and I’m thrilled you enjoy my take on each Dude! Enjoy!!

P1 DUDE

It’s the first time in a long while that he actually stops to live in the moment.

As your kisses cover his face, he’s initially tense, unsure of how to respond.

He stands rigid, clearly unused to affection of any kind.

But as you press more kisses to his cheek, forehead, and nose, he can’t help but soften a little.

When he finally pulls back and realizes he’s covered in lipstick marks, he’s… dumbfounded.

He stares at himself in the mirror, almost as if he can’t believe someone would willingly mark him with so much love.

“You… really like me, huh?”

he mumbles, almost as if he’s talking to himself.

You can tell he’s trying to process the warmth, the affection, and the idea that someone cares this much about him.

P2 DUDE

He’s already smirking as you start covering his face in lipstick marks, raising an eyebrow as if to say, Oh, really?

But he lets you keep going, his grin only growing as he playfully rolls his eyes and leans into each kiss, clearly enjoying the attention.

When he finally pulls back and checks himself out in the mirror, he laughs, reaching up to touch one of the lipstick marks on his jaw.

“Well, look at me—real killer, aren’t I?”

he jokes, half-proud and half-amused at the evidence of your affection.

“Guess I’m just too damn irresistible, huh?”

he says, throwing an arm around you with a smirk.

But there’s a genuine warmth to him underneath the teasing, and he’ll find little ways to keep the affection going, maybe pulling you in for a surprise kiss or making playful remarks all day.

P3 DUDE

He laughs when you start showering him with kisses, clearly flustered but trying to play it off.

“Whoa there, sweetheart, didn’t know you were this eager!”

When he realizes he’s covered in lipstick marks, he’s totally stunned.

He blinks a few times, then looks at you with a huge grin.

“Oh, hell yeah. Look at me, covered in love.”

He’s definitely the type to wear it with pride.

He might even show off to random strangers, pointing to a lipstick mark on his neck.

“See that? That’s from my babe. Lucky, huh?”

P4 DUDE

He raises an eyebrow when you start showering him in kisses, giving a dry chuckle.

“What’s this? Trying to leave me lookin’ like a clown?”

But when he sees the lipstick marks, there’s a faint blush on his cheeks.

He looks at himself, then back at you, a small smile breaking through his usual deadpan expression.

“Alright, I admit it… you got me.”

He keeps grumbling about it, but you can tell he’s secretly pleased.

He doesn’t wipe a single mark off, and later, he catches his reflection and lets out a quiet, affectionate sigh.

“Guess even a guy like me can get lucky.”

He gives you a playful nudge, muttering something about how he’ll get you back for all the ‘paint,’ but his smile says otherwise.

BD DUDE

He’s half-asleep, eyes barely open, lying in bed when you start covering his face with kisses, one after the other.

At first, he doesn’t even register it, thinking maybe he’s dreaming.

But the more you kiss him, the more he starts to mumble and groan, shifting just enough to get a better feel of your touch.

His reaction is hazy at first, a mumbled,

“Mmph… ‘s nice…”

as he melts under the attention, a sleepy smile crossing his face.

As he slowly blinks awake, he touches his cheek and feels the smudge of lipstick, finally noticing all the marks.

When he realizes you’ve covered him in kisses, he raises an eyebrow with a lopsided smirk, rubbing his jaw like he’s trying to remember how he got so lucky.

“Hey,… how come you’re givin’ me all this,?”

he mutters, still half-asleep but looking at you with appreciation in his eyes.

He’ll go right back to lying there, patting the spot next to him, only half-caring about all the marks.

“C’mon, don’t stop… feels pretty damn nice.”

He doesn’t care if he ends up a mess of lipstick smudges and soft bites because all that matters to him is that you’re the one who put them there.

He even playfully pulls you in closer to keep the kisses going, mumbling how he totally doesn’t mind being your canvas if it means waking up to more mornings like this.

MOVIE DUDE

He’s surprised, his eyes going wide as he registers your kisses peppering every part of his face.

His first reaction is a surprised laugh, not used to being shown so much affection so freely.

The sweetness catches him off-guard in the best way.

When he finally pulls back, he looks at you with that boyish grin, touching his cheek and noticing all the lipstick marks you left behind.

He’s more amused than anything, his hands still holding your face as he shakes his head a little.

“Wow, I’m like... a work of art here. You sure you’re not just tryin’ to show me off?”

he teases, touching the marks on his cheeks and forehead with a growing grin.

He lightly traces the ones on his neck, feeling a warm rush but enjoying it.

“Not that I mind...hah”

He’s gentle, practically glowing with happiness as he pulls you close again.

He’s not embarrassed about walking around with all the marks on his face—if anything, he takes it as a proud badge of honor, evidence of how loved he feels.

[just-another-t-word-blog]

Real Laugh

A Hazbin Hotel fanfiction

Okay so, I saw this fanart done by @kalico-of-doom while scrolling around the other day and I ABSOLUTELY HAD TO WRITE A FANFIC ABOUT IT. Otherwise the nonsense deep in my bones will consume me.

As always on my blog, serving up fresh hot garbage semi regularly, ⚠️⚠️ this is in fact a tickle fic. Don’t like, don’t read. Thank you.

Summary: Alastor thinks he’s funny, Angel thinks he should give him something to laugh about.

Self satisfied laughter rang through the sitting room in the hotel foyer. Alastor nudged Angel with his elbow, trying (unsuccessfully) to get him to join in. He’d been rattling off puns for the better part of 20 minutes now, causing most of the hotel residents to vacate the contaminated area. Angel, however, was trapped.

Not physically trapped, mind you, but he didn’t want to leave the powerful demon alone, fearing he may get upset. A happy Alastor was a safe Alastor, and Angel was not about to open that can of worms.

“Oh! I have another one,” Alastor said, smiling widely. “If you don’t mind the crassness, of course. What is the difference between an unclean bus stop, and a lobster with breast implants?” Angel sighed, but engaged, resting his chin in his palm and looking at his companion. “I don’t know, what?”

“One is a crusty bus station, and the other is a busty crustacean!” The red head broke into another fit of laughter, sounding as if he was faking it for a radio audience. This joke at least earned a smile from Angel, albeit a reluctant one. Alastor trailed off, turning to face the porn star more fully. “Oh, come now, why so serious?” Angel shook his head, offering a more exaggerated smile. “Hey, I did laugh at that one.”

“You smiled, my dear arachnid. I’d say that’s hardly laughter.” Angel scoffed, dropping the grin. “Maybe if you were actually funny, I’d laugh.” Alastor raised an eyebrow. “I am funny.”

This earned a genuine laugh from Angel. “Considering that’s the funniest thing you’ve said all day, I disagree.” He said, crossing his top set of arms. “Well, I disagree as well.” Alastor said, crossing his legs. “I’ve been laughing this entire time, so I’d say I’m pretty funny.”

“Funny looking, maybe.” Angel retorted, mocking his signature grin. “Besides, all I’ve been hearing is your fakey laugh.”

Alastor turned again. “Fakey?” He placed a hand on his chest, as if wounded. “That is simply untrue and hurtful, Angel. My laugh is genuine.”

“There is no way in any circle of hell that you actually laugh like that.”

Alastor gave a half hearted chuckle at that. Angel pointed. “See? No one fucking laughs like that. You sound like you’re reading off of a queue card!” Alastors smile faltered, going a little crooked. The two sat in silence for a moment, stewing.

“How’s about this one?” Alastor chimed. “What do you call a cow with two legs?” Angel gave him a flat look. “Lean beef!” Just as Alastor finished, Angel lunged, tackling the radio demon to the floor. They struggled, Alastor letting out a surprised yelp as the younger demon grappled for dominance. Having a weight disadvantage, Angel attempted to straddle his waist, only managing a half perch with one leg trapped under him, fighting Alastors wild bucking. He leaned forward, grabbing his upper arms from the underside and pushing them up, pressing his body weight into the hold. Alastors ears bristled, antlers threatening to grow and spike. “Enough with the bad jokes. What do you say we see what your real laugh sounds like?” A confused look crossed Alastors eyes.

With another set of arms, Angel dug clawed fingers into his ribs. Alastor gasped, holding the breath. He looked up at Angel, signature grin wobbling, squeezing his eyes shut and throwing his head to the side. Then, Angel lightened his touch.

The dam broke.

A stream of high pitched giggles erupted from the radio demon. Unrestrained, uncontrolled.

But most shockingly, happy.

Angel felt his face tinge red, a fond smile forming. He carefully scribbled his nails up and down Alastors rib cage, following his squirming. “Now that is a real laugh.” He cooed. He shifted his hands downwards, focusing on the skin where Alastors ribs turned into his sides. The older demon squealed before falling into more frantic laughter. His one free leg flailed about, the heel of his shoe scraping against the floor. “Woah there,” Angel teased, picking up the pace on his scratching. “You’ll wear a hole in the carpet! Niftys going to have a fit.” Alastor worked up the gall to look him in the eye.

“Fuck you!”

Unfortunately, the giggles took all the venom from his voice. Angel laughed. “I don’t know what your deal is, but you don’t need to swear at me! It’s not like you’ve asked me to stop!” A deep red blush painted Alastors face, eyes going wide for a split second before melting into another round of laughter. He finally spoke. “No! No, please-“ his pleading cut off with a yelp, Angel having gave his sides an experimental squeeze. “Ah-ha!” Angel exclaimed. “Another spot, jeez you’re just sensitive everywhere, aren’t you?” Alastor stuttered, trying to get out that he absolutely was not. To be fair, English is hard, and it’s substantially harder when most of your breath is being used for other things.

Angel paused his ministrations and grinned, catching Alastors eye. He brought out his third set of arms.

Shit.

Alastor began to plead again, shaking his head frantically. He was unable to keep the mirth from his voice. “No! Please, no more! I’m sorry, okay? I’ll stop with the puns!” His eyes never left that extra set, watching the wiggling claws hovering over him. “Aww, the big bad radio demon is begging now?” Angels voice dripped with playful sarcasm. Suddenly, he lunged all four free hands down.

Alastor shrieked.

And nothing happened. Alastor peered up at Angel, confused. The porn star had broken into his own stream of cackling, hunched over with his hands hovering inches away from Alastors skin. “I didn’t even touch you! What in the hells was that noise?!” Alastor made an incredulous face, for once his signature grin absent. “That sound was absolutely adorable.” Angel said, wiping a tear from his eye. “Do it again?” He lunged again, this time making contact. One set of hands scribbling up and down his ribs and sides while the others dug into his tummy. Alastor shrieked again (much to his dismay), falling into loud belly laughter. He threw his head back, unable to control himself through the onslaught. He yanked on his restrained arms, kicked with his free leg, and tossed his head side to side. He finally had enough.

Two black tendrils appeared behind his tormenter, wrapping around his middle and dragging him backwards off of Alastor. Angel screamed in surprise, flailing at the sudden jolt. Alastors tendrils held Angel there on the floor while he caught his breath, slowly sitting up. He smoothed his hair with his hands, taking a few deep breaths before putting on his sinister smile. “That was fun and all,” he said, standing to make his way towards Angel, “but I think it’s time to give you a taste of your own medicine.”

————

Charlie watched with teary eyes and a soft smile as her friends played. Hidden just around the corner, she had stopped to make sure no one was getting hurt. She had heard Alastor screaming and came running, finding a much more welcome sight.

Knowing neither of them were used to positive touch, she let them horse around. It might be good for them, after all.

Maybe she should find a way to work this into a lesson plan.

[norman-fucking-reedus]

Not really a sexual request but… thoughts on Daryl coming home upset? Like genuinely hurting over something or anxious about something. Personally I think Daryl would have some level of anxiety that every now and then can get bad so maybe something happens with that? Idk I just love your writing and wanna see your take on sad Daryl🫶🏻

UGHH I’ve been CRAVING some sad Daryl for a while I have this idea of Daryl having a mental break where he isolates himself from everyone because he has no clue how to properly communicate his feelings so instead he decides to stay in his own space and silently drown to death alone in his own thoughts.

Normalize holding adult men like babies because obviously thats what they are

I feel like lately my writing has been kinda bad?? 🧍🏾‍♀️Maybe this is just too short idk but something is OFF.

｡･:*:･ﾟ★,｡･:*:･ﾟ☆

It had been two weeks since Daryl locked himself and your heart in the basement.

He needed some space, that much was obvious, but the worrying started the first week when Daryl didn’t touch the plates of food you or Carol would leave outside the door. He never left the room, never made a sound either. If it weren’t for the years of a living in an apocalypse, you would’ve thought he was dead.

Daryl felt dead, his bone weighing heavy with emotion and anger he just didn’t know how to get out. Years of bottling up everything now seeped through his grimy skin, mind running two miles a minute as his hands fisted his greasy matting hair.

He almost felt like a teenager again, rotting away feeling sorry for himself in bed while internal screaming at himself because lord knows he couldn’t do it vocally. He pushed everyone away, he needed to. Nobody needed to see him like this. Nobody needed to deal with him like this. Nobody needed to help him like this.

Daryl knew you and Carol left food outside his door, but he felt like he didn’t deserve to eat. Didn’t deserve to drink. He didn’t wanna open the door one day and see one of you standing there with a pitiful look on your face. He didn’t need pity.

He also didn’t need the jarring sound of pounding at said door. “Go ‘way” He mumbled, but instead the door creaked open, softly shutting. Maybe he should learn how to use a lock.

“Daryl” You voice was soft against his burning ears, however he felt a twinge of anger surge through him. “Get out. Don’t need anythin” He pushed himself up, sitting on the edge of the bed and only glancing over at where you stood with your arms tightly folded. “It’s been weeks”

He knows. “So? Gonna be another weeks too, now leave” You stood firmly in place, not budging.

Daryl screamed at himself for trying to throw you out, you of all people. Only his internal monologue didn’t match the one coming out his mouth. “Dammit woman I told ya ta leave!”

You stared at him silently, taking a few steps towards him and not faltering when he stood up, merely inches from your face. “Don’ need ya in here feelin’ fuckin’ sorry makin’ me feel worse”

“Well if it makes you feel any shitter I feel sorry for you inside and outside the door” You shrugged up at him, looking at him with a more causal expression than anything. “Why are you pushing me away Dixon?” Daryl bared his teeth at the question, angry at himself cause he didn’t know why. “Why’re ya in here?”

“That’s not answering my question” You scoffed, and Daryl turned to frustrated kick the night stand. “I don’ hafta answer tha’ stupid fuckin’ question! Why can’ ya jus’ leave me tha’ fuck alone?” He began pacing around the room, trying to put distance between the two of you continued to stubbornly close it. “Because I give a shit? You don’t get to suffer in here alone because think you deseve it”

You shoved Daryl’s chest, and surprisingly he shoved back, tears burning hot in his eyes. “Why not?!”

Your face softened and you grabbed Daryl’s hands, holding them tightly in yours. “Fucking stop!” He tried pulling himself out your grip, shaking his head as more traitorous tears spilled. Daryl grunted as you pulled his arms towards you, causing him to stumble which gave you the opening to finally capture him in a tight hug. “Get offa me” He mumbled even as his body desperately melted against yours. “It’s okay sweetheart” You whispered the words and walked backwards, lying on the bed when the back of your knees hit the mattress.

“Ya shouldn’t- Ya shouldn’t see me like this” Daryl buried his face in the crook of your neck, feeling an unfamiliar lump form in his throat. He no longer felt anger, but saddness. He was sad, so sad that he didn’t know what do to other then straying away. His chest hurt, and he felt so vulnerable in your arms that he just exploded, body shaking as sobs racked through him. “I’m here now babyboy, it’s okay” You, quite literally, tangled your fingers into his hair, soothingly scratching the scalp as Daryl’s tears ran down your skin and soaked your shirt.

It hurt so bad yet felt so good to finally, finally let it all out.

You moved to sit up against the wall, bringing Daryl along with you and positioning him to lay across against your shoulder, brushing hair out his red as he sniffled. You wiped his tears with your hand, staring down lovingly at him as you stroked his cheek. “Tell me what's hurting you” You whispered, listening to his soft whimpers and snotty sniffles. Daryl leaned his head against you, eyes flickering up to meet yours as he searched your face. He felt so grateful to have someone like you, caring about someone like him.

“Jus’ everythin” He whispered back.

You kissed his forehead, letting your lips linger there. “Anything in particular?”

Daryl shook his head, soaking up every ounce of attention you gave him. Each tear was wiped away by soft fingers, followed by a gentle kiss.

For the first time, Daryl felt like a little kid, huddled up sweetly in your arms as you ran your hands across his back, slowly rocking his frail frame.

He cried harder than he ever has, muffling sobs into to the fabric of your shirt. You only stroked his hair and told him that it was all okay.

And he believed you.

Daryl could physically feel the love radiating off you, seeping through his clothes and filing his weakened body.

It was so peaceful in the room beside from Daryl’s sniffing, he felt like you were the only people left on earth. As he glanced up at you through clumped lashes, he wished that you were.

“M’sorry” He mumbled.

You quirked a bow. “For what?”

“Fer pushin’ you”

“Away or earlier?” Daryl shook his head slightly.

“Both” He responded.

You playfully rolled your eyes. “Ugh. I guess I forgive you”

Daryl cracked a small smile, one of his fidgety hands reaching for yours. His fingers were cold compared to yours.

“I love you” You whispered, squeezing his hand in yours.

He searched your face, eyes glassy as they once again filled up with tears. “I- I love ya too”

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