#even though I am flattered

[slimybeth69]

a friend asked if I was free on the 30th to hang and I'm like it's not in my calendar but I know I'm busy so I can't and it's only just hit me that I was thinking about hungry man coming out lolol

oh my god- this is so cute. I LOVE THAT YOU HAVE HUNGRY MAN ON THE BRAIN BECAUSE SO DO I.

I HOPE YOU ALL LIKE IT BECAUSE I'M SO NERVOUS.

Okay, so I don't know where you're located, but I'm on the east coast- so I'm planning on posting it at 3 o'clock PM Eastern Standard Time. Hopefully you can do something fun in the AM like some brunch or some general good time hangs-- and then be home in time to read it before you gotta go get ready for Monday.

But if she wants to make evening plans-- tell her to eff right off because you have stuff to do. <3

[coquelicoq]

when i call lan xichen a child of divorce i'm just saying he has the vibes, i'm not saying his parents were literally divorced. his parents had something real fucked up going on. i have the utmost respect for divorce and would never do it dirty like that.

[chatlote]

I HAD TO GIVE HIM HIS SILLY ANTENNAE BUT YAHOO

AAA HIS LIL ANTENNEA IS CUTE OHMYGOD

I love the way you drew him so much;AAAA; !!!! He is my wet cat creature and I adore everything about the way you draw him, also the close up is so pretty too !!! I'm so happy you liked my design this much!!! Your art is adorable! <3

[burinazar]

Oh, wait, wait, ok, I can tell tumblr my news now.

I was accepted into the JET Program and will be moving to Japan for one year starting in late summer to teach English. : )

I don't know how many other applicants have ever had either of my specific application 'angles'. I think they were both pretty weird, but also very, very me, and I'm pleasantly surprised that they seemed to have worked, going off both by the acceptance and the very positive and warm reactions I got during the interview I had. These were:

Science/scicomm/museum background + implying mutual interest in and love of like insects and sea life could be an avenue of intercultural connection and exchange

India and Japan have always struck me as weirdly similar in ways nobody seems to discuss, especially in both being simultaneously hurtling into modernity and deeply traditional/conservative in many ways and places

So. Is this a silly idea considering most people in this program are fresh college grads, and people my age are expected to maybe be getting more settled rather than hopping continents? Is this a scary idea, considering I'll have to uproot all my shit and go exist in a foreign country whose language I really don't know beyond miniscule smatterings? I mean, hmm, yes on both counts, but I'm very excited. On count one, I'd only get older in the future and demonstrably *don't* already have a settled life and career here to disrupt (lol), and on count two...guys, I'm so so tired of letting fear and inertia make my life decisions.

Time to pack up and store most of my shit and end my lease and. Yeah. Also I haven't actually been to India in five years and will probably try to visit my relatives there in the coming months since idk if i'd had an opportunity for a prolonged visit in the future during the one year (at least) in jp. I'll also be probably selling, trading, or giving away a lot more of my hobby shit (that was sort of an ongoing project already but since I'll be unable to use most of it for a year plus it's another reason to do so), so uh, if you've ever wished I would sell any of my dolls now might be time to commit BJD Hobby Taboo and ask me lol. And, obviously, I'll be studying more Japanese, because mine is incredibly へたくそ at the moment. So much to do. But I'm really excited. And thank you to all of y'all that have been encouraging to me about anything related to this matter <3

[permanentlyexhaustedpigeon88]

hii me & @sluttyseacadet @ghost4tets started a lil isildur-centric discord if you wanna join! maybe they already sent you the link haha but it’s https://discord.gg/MUZQC4ua

hey hey!!! thanks so much for the invite!!!

perhaps a little bit too much info on yours truly, but...discords and I (at least the ones I've tried thus far) don't usually jive? not out of any drama, or anything like that, it's just sometimes the amount of different conversation threads happening at once and people talking at once is (for me, at least) somewhat...overwhelming? all of the kudos in the world to everyone who can follow it all, but I've always felt that I get kind of lost in the crowd there, and I usually just kind of remain silent and lurk on the sidelines for a bit before losing my nerve entirely, and leaving (that's absolutely a me thing, something I need to work on, and have been struggling with, but it's a hard thing to crack, at least thus far).

all of that said, please don't think that this means I don't appreciate your offer! in fact, I really, really do! and maybe given that it's isildur-centric it'd be different than the ones I've experienced in the past, as well, I just may need to work myself up to having the courage to jump in, and didn't want you thinking I'd ignored the offer altogether!

thanks again, lovely!!! even if I'm a huge coward (lol) I really do appreciate the offer! 💕💕💕

[oldbutchdanielcraig]

i do love this url because especially as some of my posts have been reposted on tiktok and like on gifsets and things some have referred to me as tumblr user romansmartini or it’s nice to see myself that way. especially because those posts have largely been for other fandoms. like they don’t know roman OR his martini……

[harmonicabisexuals]

you mentioned east of eden a few times now and i read it in high school (on my own) and i remember absolutely loving it. but i can't remember anything about it now?! do you feel like talking about it?

hey!! sorry this took me so long to answer, i legit had to sit there and be like how *do* i explain east of eden cause it's not exactly the easiest to summarize lol.

in the simplest possible terms, it's a generational epic/faux to semi-biographical account of steinbeck's family from the late 1800s to WWI. it includes one of the coolest and scariest psychopathic villains in literary fiction, cathy ames, and is also a biblical allegory of the story of cain and abel and humankind's struggle between good and evil. it's a long book but extremely well-written and easy to read, and steinbeck considered it his magnum opus. i also actually read it for the first time in high school!

in terms of how this relates to the x files or anything else i post about, a major theme of the book is the idea of free will and how the different characters apply it to their lives. the main conflict in the novel isn't necessarily between the different characters but rather between the characters and their own choices. one of the main characters in the second part of the book, caleb trask, initially feels destined to play the part of the "bad" son, especially compared with his seemingly perfect twin brother aron (you see how they're literally a blatant allegory for cain and able lol, but i promise it works and isn't too heavy-handed). but, without giving too much away, the brothers eventually switch roles by the end of the book because of their choices, many of which (especially in caleb's case) are morally grey or at the very least complicated. basically, evil is a choice, but so is goodness, and the only way to escape or change your fate is to consciously choose to do so. i talk more about how this relates to a specific txf episode here.

also the movie adaptation stars james dean as caleb and is actually pretty decent, although it kind of only focuses on the second half of the book.

[crabussy]

i swear like every post of yours i see is a hit. youve got a talent for this

somepony save me

[theotherwesley]

turambawkward: you look like you should be in one of those old timey detective stories with the stylised lighting and the undercurrent of societal commentary that adds a glorious spice to every moment of prolonged eye contact. you say something enigmatic to the detective and then vanish as mysteriously as you came.

"You were gonna say how much I looked like that dame in all the papers, weren't you? But your wrong, detective; dead wrong. I've never laid eyes on that hotel before, never even heard of the place before the murder investigations began. I guess you could say I've just got one of those faces, the kind that attracts trouble. You know about trouble, don't you detective? It follows you around from city to city, no matter how fast you go, or how hard you try and shake it. Well, that's just the kind of trouble I'm in now."

[tentglitch]

Random woman just called me babe ough

[heraldofhope]

I would kill for any clown lore on the realm of course but I'd really like to hear his more personal opinions on foolish

[setaflow]

Art interpretation + ace brain is so funny sometimes. Someone subtweeted (positively!) about the CP2077 concept art I'd shared a few days ago from @/tarmac-rat, saying how they really liked it and that it was "Vjohnny doomed yearning" and I just had to laugh to myself...I saw it as like, V and Johnny discussing what they wanted for breakfast lmao.

[cesium-sheep]

she asked me when she was giving me some time to be sad if I was afraid, when I reiterated that I'm dying. I told her the truth, once a body's just a body it doesn't matter to me anymore, and that includes me. I'm only afraid of pain. it's sad to leave things unfinished, but that will be true no matter when I die, because that's how living works. and it's sad that others would be in pain without me around, but that will probably also be true no matter when I die. (I'm thinking about it right now because aml is supposedly very aggressive, so if it wasn't just a system hoop I may be dying faster than I thought. but also my brain is just a constant stew of confusion and sadness now anyway so even if it hadn't been mentioned I'd probably just be sad about something else.)

[iceunhie]

— PUSH AND PULL : honkai star rail.

premise. as someone who's always believed in the term “try and try again,” (peak delusion, you know) rooting yourself in their heart has always been your goal, no matter the cold rejections and curt declines you receive. however, even you have your limits; perhaps this little push and pull you two have going isn't worth your time after all... but what happens then, if the chaser becomes the chased? (oh, how the turns have tabled.)

...or, when you play hard to get with them.

— ft. sunday, aventurine, jing yuan.

warnings: angst n fluff, messy messy, these boys are in love but are wayyy too chicken to admit they actually adore you, genderless reader.

a/n. inspired by @/xiaowhore's playing hard to get headcanons! my holy trinity 😇 n MY FAVES RAHHH

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SUNDAY is perplexed. very much aware of his qualities which enlists him as one of the finer (finest) bachelors of Penacony (he was the Robin's one and only blood, and was also the head of one of the main guiding forces of the Family, after all), sunday isn't sure he's ever come across someone as.... tenacious as you.

foolish, to be more precise, for he cannot for the life of him comprehend exactly why you are the way you are with... him.

no matter his respectful declines of your invitations to promenade around Penacony (re: going on dates), you really didn't know how to leave him be. though he hasn't exactly said he hated it, sunday was, admittedly, rather... affronted. your gifts, in particular, were your loud declarations of your affection (that make his wings flutter more rapidly than he'd like); but sunday was rather inconvenienced at the whole thing.

nonetheless, he does still accept them. reluctantly, mind you. not because he was fond of your constant shower of affections, which seemed so permanent that he began to look forward to them got used to it. to your credit, your gifts were very much to his tastes. (Robin once gave him a rather soul-searching look when he found himself wearing the gloves you gifted, light blue and white in color. he still uses it, just not when his sister is in the vicinity.)

in fact, perhaps he may have gotten too comfortable. little by little, your constant intrusions on his time have thawed a way to his heart; making sunday look forward to your jovial greetings and grandeur elaborations on your day, and such a thing makes him feel scared sunday needed to nip this in the bud, and fast.

so he confronts you, abruptly one day as you give him his newest gift—a jewelry box for his earrings. (surely, the rapid thumping of his heart was due to his irritation at your constant persistence, right?) “i'm afraid this can no longer continue. i am flattered by your... fancy for me, but i do not wish to enter a relationship in the near future.”

the utter silence that follows is torture to him—but he endures. he tries not to look at the momentary flash of hurt on your face. you seemed to quickly recover, though. giving him a simple smile (it didn't reach your eyes. it shocks him how his chest ached at the realization) and shaking your head when he returns the gift to you.

“i understand, mr. sunday.” the formal usage of his name instead of your chipper ‘sunday!’ makes his face twitch. “but please, keep the gift. think of this as my last declaration. it... would do me a great comfort, just this last time, if you accepted it instead.”

(if he had grabbed your hand at that moment as you left for the door, would he regret it?)

when you leave, sunday thought it would put the conflicting feelings in his mind at ease—but it doesn't. a week and two days counting, true to your word, sunday receives no flagrant gifts, nor little messages on his phone that tell him to take care of himself, to eat, and to make sure to remember to check up on Robin.

instead, contrary to the feeling of ease, regret follows him instead.

it's at two weeks and five days counting when sunday could no longer stand the sight of papers that stacked atop his desk and the image of you leaving for the door replaying in his head far too many times for him to count, that he contacts Robin.

and she, once hearing about the situation, gives him a very, very enlightening talk. (of course, not without giving her brother a lecture of the lifetime. part of him felt shame to know that his sister knew of his... turbulent love life, but she was the only one who he could trust, anyway).

“absence makes the heart grow fonder,” she says. “but in your case, brother, your heart has already decided it's course, right?”

sunday eyes the smooth velvet of the jewelry box you gifted, ruminating. his earrings lie there, carefully pristine and beautiful, gold and silver intertwined. he has worn them without fail, clean and spotless. (of course it was. such a design so intricate was only chosen by you. the thought makes his ears warm).

the next days are agonizing. vigor renewed and epiphanies well-spent, sunday spends the rest of his time after finishing his duties researching and painstakingly finding the best jeweller he can find (even employing the suggestions of a certain gambler, much to his dislike), and spending a god awful amount of time revisiting and rechecking which spots you like, which places you enjoy, to the point it comes up in Penacony's headlines that sunday is interested in someone.

surely, it should've reached your ears by now, yes? sunday panics. your preferences are well-accounted for, and he's sure the Bloodhound family members that report to him have to tell you that the person he had in mind was you. even Robin, who was your closest friend, has probably told you already.

it's embarrassing to admit, but; to hell with it, the day he meets you after three weeks and sees you having a pleasant chat with aventurine, of all people, sunday thinks his heart had shattered into little pieces and stabbed themselves into his body. not so much as sparing him a glance, moreso.

so when, finally at his wits end, sunday chooses to corner you at the dewlight pavilion and spills out how he has royally screwed up in the worst way possible, no one is surprised. at this rate, you would be swept up in the charms of that wretched gambler, and what sunday lacked in, aventurine more than made up for.

“wait, don't go to that gambler just yet.” he's breathless, he's chaotic—and something in his heart squeezes when you finally look at him. “i... i wish to take up your time now, if that's possible.” (he wishes he would take up your time forever, really, but that was still too early).

you eye his getup. all of your gifts, lined on the man you spent so long chasing after—you see the gloves you gifted, the tie with not so much as a single crease, and the earrings that shine more brightly in the light of the pavilion. (it suits him. like you) it was as if sunday had completely surrendered himself to you, had all but decided to proclaim that he was yours, and this was nothing short of a plea for you to hear him.

“please.” he says. almost begs. “i can't bear not seeing you anymore. allow me to correct such a damning mistake.”

and if you were skeptical, the way sunday looks at you would dispel any doubt you could ever have. (his wings, they were fluttering.)

(months later, after a nerve-ending confession, many days of dinners, shared gifts involving matching jewelry and promenading to your wishes, it dawns on sunday he was absolutely dancing to your tune. did he regret it, though?

....no, most certainly not.)

if AVENTURINE were to be honest with himself, he saw you as a useful “friend” rather than a romantic interest. was it bad of him? of a sort. but risk cutting himself open and letting someone he might grow to care for know about all the ugliness that follows his life? no, he's fine as it is, thanks.

the first thing he notices is that you're kind—though he distrusted most of his colleagues and preferred none to get close to him, aventurine, in some morbid moment of curiosity, instead allowed himself to bask in your attention. instead of curtly disparaging you, he flirts back at your compliments (the way your face heated up in return was far too endearing that he can't help but want to kiss you he finds it amusing) and consistently texts you a “did you get home safe” or a “i bought you this because it reminded me of you”; at this point, it was like you two were dating.

was it leading you on? yes, but he supposes it was a win-win; he could send you those tiny bits of validation that was enough for you to stay respectfully at a distance while he probed at your intentions. unlike others who attempt to garner his favor, you're genuine, and you seriously take the time to know him. because you always text back with hearts, always reassure him, tell him to stay safe and wish him luck at every gamble, every high stakes bet he finds himself in. you even complimented his perfume once (and, if he had to be honest, he could not stop thinking about it all day—because that perfume he commissioned exclusively was based off of your own favorite scents and it was extremely embarrassing that he loved hugging you knowing that you loved the way he smelled and that it felt extremely domestic).

(sometimes, he doesn't reply. for months on end. suddenly the golden-haired man you love goes cold and you know then that aventurine ghosts you and then returns when he's in need of a friend—never a lover. it hurts you, but at the very least, you know he cares in his own way.)

and, if aventurine had to be honest, it was killing him from the inside bit by bit. as if to drive the knife deeper, you never danced around what exactly was going on with you two. you never ask why he ghosts you, then sends you a bundle of gifts all of a sudden and then rapidly spends time with you and repeating the cycle. no, you were consistently by his side, so warm and so caring—so unlike him—that aventurine wonders if it's really all right to open his heart to you.

if, by some chance, he actually wanted to be with you, would you treat him even more sweetly than before? aventurine thinks you would—you were beautiful in your entirety, and he was practically undeserving of you. he imagines himself kissing your hand and having you in his arms—and that feels like ice cold water being dumped onto his head, because you could do so much better and yet, why him?

so when aventurine hears about how a certain doctor was visiting you for some unknown reason, his already fragile sense of security in this little will-they, won't they crumbles.

and when he finds out that you were staying over with ratio? something twisted lodges itself in the little brushes of his heart, coiling and coiling—making him feel green. aventurine is aware you and the doctor are good friends, and ratio was the one who even told you to make a move on him! how could he just—suddenly interrupt?!

(was it dramatic? extremely. but knowing his friend and the person he secretly adores might end up together? you can't really blame him.)

he supposes this can be attributed to him. it was an egregious mistake, a blunder aventurine made—he never gave you a clear sight of whether he truly loved you or not and now you're slipping away from him.

so, he does something very unexpected.

at 3:00 AM in the wee early morning hours, aventurine practically barges into one Dr. veritas ratio's home, demanding what the hell was going on between you. and as if he had expected it, his doctor friend merely gives him a shrug in return.

“perhaps they were simply getting fed up by a certain IPC member—who is clearly head over heels in love with them—giving them mixed signals.” ratio's tone is stern, and aventurine definitely knows that the look he gives him is the one he gives only to fools.

you idiot, the doctor seems to say. yeah, yeah, he is; aventurine ignores the clear pinprick at his dignity.

yes, he supposes he is the fool here. “ah.”

“yes, ‘ah,’ indeed. now, let me propose a question.” the purple-haired man says. “will you react in such a way when i tell you that in order for my friend to stop their anguish, i managed to get them to fraternize with one of my colleagues?”

“...what?”

“they will be having a meet-up seven system hours from now.” ratio shrugs. eyes aventurine, who's looking at him like a gaping, stupid fish. “i can only hope that no one would dare to disrupt.”

...it doesn't take him long to be rid of the gambler by then.

(a few hours later, you stop by the Intelligentsia Guild to see one veritas ratio with a smug smile, eyeing the fur coat draped around your shoulders, and the flushed and happy expression written on your face.

“did it work?” he asks.

you laugh, “splendidly.”

indeed, that gambler was a fool, and there's nothing more than dr. ratio loved than to educate such fools to shape.

“that will teach him.”)

as a quote unquote ‘old man’ who knows that he's well up in his years for a relationship, JING YUAN finds you to be quite amusing.

it doesn't take a detailed analysis to know that you were smitten with him, really. you're a complete open book by his standards—if your heated face and slightly airy voice whenever you were even placed in the same vicinity with the Dozing General was anything to come by. while flattering, he also shares the similar mindset of being too old for any love his way—and he could be mara-struck at any given time, and jing yuan does not wish such a life filled with anguish and pain for the one who may steal his heart. but, worry not, brave suitor of the Arbiter General! unlike the other two above, this man has the experience of millenia, and is open-minded and aware that you truly wish to be perceived as a potential lover.

in fact, jing yuan's recent favorite habit is sneaking off the Seat of Divine Foresight purely to freak you out, watching you scramble up your words, seeing the heat crawl up your nape and bloom all across your face. adorable. you certainly knew how to appeal, that's for sure.

(“heh, it seems i've found a new place to stay in so that the Diviner Fu won't grill me alive when she sees me.”

and when he's rewarded with a bashful and speechless look in return, a smile and your, “i'm glad, general.” it surprisingly lightens up his mood by more than he expected.

that, in turn, gives him a frightening 30% energy boost; fu xuan was utterly shocked to see the languid man actually working and looking like he enjoyed it, for once.

“did something good happen today, jing yuan? why so enthusiastic?”

“i just felt like working more than usual, diviner Fu. i seem to have my energy levels at a high.”)

now, jing yuan is considerate and perceptive first and foremost, so there's a high chance that out of all the men here, he is the most open to giving you the chance to pursue him. he does inform you beforehand that he has no plans of accepting your confessions in the future, and that is where the ‘hard to get’ part comes in.

it's like playing a confusing romance visual novel with a fickle love interest—you never really know what you're doing, whether it's something jing yuan would like or not, and you don't know if he even thinks your attempts are moving his heart. (tldr: he friend zones you).

he maintains the same distance no matter his banters with you, no matter how many times you tell him that you'd help yanqing out with sword lessons. it's like he was just... treating you as he would a friend, and that you were basically stuck in the friend-zone forever.

(he keeps it to himself, but something warm stirs in his chest when he sees yanqing sleeping on your shoulder after training practice, with your arm protectively around the boy's side.

your sleeping face didn't make it easy to look away either; it's one of the few moments in which jing yuan shows just the slightest bit of reciprocating your pursuits; he brushes back the stray hairs covering your face, and drapes a blanket over the two of you.

of course, perhaps to tease yanqing, he also takes the calligraphy brush and makes a work out of his face, doodling all over it.

when you wake up, there's a lingering scent of ink and yellowed paper that fills your senses. when you turn to the boy beside you, you almost giggle out loud.)

it's a little disheartening—and while jing yuan did acknowledge that you were slowly, slowly burrowing yourself in his heart, he doesn't act on it fast enough, and instead lets the realization sit in his mind for a while.

it gets to the point where it feels as though he were preparing to distance himself, and even yanqing had asked if he was well. your visits with the Arbiter General also decrease, as he suddenly buried himself in his work even more than before.

he doesn't get to see you all that much afterwards, despite the lingering feeling of missing you filling his heart.

....that's until jing yuan hears word of a recent mara-struck incident involving the Sky-faring Commission; with your name listed among those heavily injured.

when he visits Bailu's clinic after yanqing urges him, jing yuan takes in the sight of you, littered in injuries from head to toe. your life, about to snap. he never even told you that you won; you did manage to steal his heart and for the first time in a long time, jing yuan allows himself to love.

so if, after three weeks later when you're finally healed up and ready to go, jing yuan brings you into his arms and drags you to let him sleep in your lap, you can't really blame him now, can you?

a/n: i love yearner hsr men,,, might do a pt 2 though. thinking of mayb ratio, jiaoqiu and f/heng next time...... sighs dreamily

@ ICEUNHIE: do not repost translate or plagiarize my works.

[ddejavvu]

Hiccup’s the kind of guy I want to shock with just how horny I am for him.

He’s not some naive little baby, he knows you’re attracted to him, that’s why you’re with him. It might have been hard for him to swallow at first because of how everyone treated him growing up but he believes you when you kiss him, when you tell him he’s handsome, when you start getting blushy around him. maybe he’ll even own it, showing off a bit in the ways he knows you like. Licking his lips when he concentrates, directing you somewhere with a hand on your shoulder, running a hand through his hair. But he underestimates just how much you want to bang him, and you genuinely shock him when you get your hands on him.

You’re extra desperate in kissing him before your first time, but honestly, so is he. He’s already blissed out. Maybe he even gets a round (what he thinks is the one and only) in before you really let your freak flag fly. He’s panting beside you on the bed, stoked out of his mind because he just had sex and he was pretty darn sure for a lot of his teenage years that that’d never happen for him.

He’s celebrating in his head while still trying to be comforting for you, brushing his pinky up and down your bare hip while he catches his breath. Then you’re hauling yourself up before he’s able to move, and trying to maneuver yourself to take his dick in your mouth. If it’s your first time he’s a little nervous still. Maybe he flinches away and you have to assure him that yes, you really want to do this, yes even though you’ve both just cum, yes even though it’s late, yes even though he hasn’t done it for you. And he stutters through a promise that he will, but you’d do it a thousand times with no reciprocation just to get your mouth on him. You’re obscene with it. You’re greedy, gagging and choking voluntarily, always lunging forwards to shove more of him into your mouth than you can handle. He has to scruff you and force you to come up for air, and you cough and choke on the pre that had oozed into your throat paired with the rough intrusion of his cock.

‘Woah!’ He’s holding you at arm’s length worriedly, ‘Don’t-! You’re gonna choke!’

‘I want to,’ you groan, trying in vain to squirm out of his hold, mumbling his name and a thousand vulgar things you want to do and have done to you. His pale cheeks light up bright red, and when he cums you let it pour down your throat and clog your airway. You rub your face into his pubes, inhaling his sweat and musk and you suck him off until he wrenches you off, unable to stand the stimulation anymore. You seem to be doing it for yourself, too. There’s some eye contact, a lustful glance through your eyelashes here and there, but you’re going after it like a dog with a bone, sucking and licking and gulping like it’s the best thing you’ve ever tasted.

You bite and lick and suck bruises into his arms. You push his face into your breasts. You yank on his hair. You shove him up against the walls of the buildings of Berk in broad daylight, barely concealed by 90° from the rest of the villagers. He knows you love him, he loves you too. He knows you think he’s hot, he thinks you’re hot.

He knows you’re into him but every time you fuck he’s surprised by just how much you want him. He looks in the mirror and considers himself worthy of attraction, he’s got a nice jawline that stubble inhabits if he doesn’t keep himself shaved. His hair can be messed into something flattering to his features. His leather accoutrements makes him look cool. He knows all of this, but every time he thinks he’s prepared himself for just how much you’re into him, he is reminded that there is something deeply primal inside of you that takes hold whenever you get your hands on him.

[gay-dorito-dust]

Can’t stop thinking the tall horror men of homicipher. I’m like 5ft something, so I know damn well these men tower over me…am I discovering something? Maybe 👀👀👀but I know I ain’t alone. TRUE STORY: Also there was this guy that came into my place of work moths ago with his family and he was TALL, bending down to get through the doorframe TALL but he was lovely.

So how do I imagine these boy would react if they see that you’re clearly ogling them for how tall they were.

Mr crawling

Given the fact that you’ve only seen him stand once, it was enough to have your jaw dropping to the floor. He was taller than the fucking doorway that he had to manoeuvre himself under it, and suddenly you’ve forgotten that you were being kidnapped by Mr Stitch, too intrigued by his height and now understanding why he had lied to you about his ability to stand.

He thought he would scare you but in fact made you feel the complete opposite, you loved how tall he was and you couldn’t get it out of your head, even when he’s back on his hands and knees to comfort you. The illusion had worn off and now you wanted to see him tall all the time, but you didn’t want to pressure him into doing so unless he felt comfortable.

‘You’re tall, really tall.’ You said in awe as Mr crawling coddled you against his chest.

‘Scared?’ He asked as though he was fearing your answer, which broke your heart as you nuzzled your face against his shoulder in an attempt of comfort.

‘No, handsome.’ You replied as Mr Crawling made chirps and purrs of happiness as he held you closer to him.

While he’s still not fond on standing to his full height, the fear of his intimating stature would chase you away one day embedded in his heavily, he would find some comfort in knowing that you loved his tall stature and love you even more for not forcing him to do something he clearly was uncomfortable with; preferring to shower him in kisses and remind him that whether he’s standing or on his hands and knees you loved him regardless.

Mr silvair

The man can feel your eyes on his back constantly. He knows he’s taller than most but the way you looked and admired his full height like you wouldn’t be able to anymore.

He wonders whether this was something only you seemed to have or whether other humans also felt possessed by the need to gawk at people above a certain height. Or was it just you that has this particular expression upon seeing his tall stature in general.

He would take notes of how his height seemingly did something to you that then triggered a chemical reaction within your brain to make you find his height appealing and possibly a requirement in finding your perfect romantic partner.

Or more specifically people of similar height to Mr Silvair himself or anyone close enough to his height to qualify. Mr Silvair soon deduced that you liked the domineering presence of someone much bigger than you, someone who’s able to drag you wherever as though you were nothing but weightless to them, almost like a ragdoll.

He’d soon find that this is in most cases considered a kink amongst you humans who found the height difference between partner rather erotic.

Mr Scarletella

Finds your content ogling of him flattering and thinks that it means that you were finally, finally reciprocating his obsession with you for your own obsession with him.

He’s another one who takes note of how you like how tall he is in comparison to you, always looking at him whenever he was entering the room, eyes widening when you see him having to bed down to get through the doorway, and your eyes never leave him even as he’s walking towards you; seemingly getting taller with each step until he’s in front of you and you’re looking at him in awe and hitched breath.

He’s obsessed with your expression each and every time and uses his height to his advantage. Such as doing things like putting his hand above your head and on the wall, looking down at you with those obsessive eyes of his as his smile seemed to widen upon hearing your breath hitch and eyes widen once more.

His height continued to elicit a reaction out of you that Mr Scarletella loved and adored and wanted to see more of in the future.

Mr Hood

Finds your constant ogling of his height interesting.

He didn’t know why you were so surprised he’s this tall, he’s been with you this entire time and it was only recently did your mind seemed to inform you of your Incredibly stark height difference, and bam! Suddenly he’s the subject of your constant staring and ogling as though it would be the last thing you did.

It was humorous to say the least and will earn you some head pats and cheek caresses that has you leaning towards his comforting and gentle touches.

It wasn’t something that you hide from him as half of the time you didn’t realise you were doing it until Mr Hood pointed it out with curiosity, meanwhile your left flustered as your mind held certain thoughts towards his legs, thighs and large hands.

Poor Mr Hood, he understood to some extent but after a certain point it’s better to explain to him that you find his height rather appealing to you in more ways than one.