#i lobe this so much

[loseractivities]

skshjsjsjsksnsjbsjsbshsbsjbsjsbsushjsjsjshsjsjjsjsjsjsjsbbsjs i resonate...this is so true ....

me when

[rainbowfartblaster]

JAYCES HAND CUPPING VIKTORS NECK OH MY GOD I NEED TO DIE

[lavenders388]

~The Type of Guy~

⋆｡‧˚ʚ🍓ɞ˚‧｡⋆ Kang Dae Ho

a/n i kno this gif isnt fully dae ho but its fully my favorite soo

not requested 💌

~⋆｡‧˚ʚ🍓ɞ˚‧｡⋆Kang Dae Ho is⋆｡‧˚ʚ🍓ɞ˚‧｡⋆~

the type of guy to make you laugh without even trying! his personality is so genuine and extroverted, anything he says he means it and he says it with his confident enthusiasm! he absolutely brightens up even the darkest of rooms (like in the games) and loves making people happy. this caught your attention at first and stayed your favorite thing, only growing as your love grows ⋆｡‧˚ʚ🍓ɞ˚‧｡⋆

the type of guy who vows the moment he meets you to protect you no matter what, this also ties into his confident and strong personality, he knows he deserves respect and so do you, and he's willing to fight for that no matter what<3 in the games he makes sure he's by your side or watching out for you and ensuring your safety. in the mingle game he won't for a second consider splitting up even if the group decides to.

the type of guy whose goal is to give you the life you deserve. if he meets you in the games, his perspective on winning the money totally changes; he decides he wants to pay off his debts and then buy a nice house for the two of you where you can spend the rest of your lives comfortably without the stress of finances. if he already knows you, he 100% joins the games because he believes he needs to be out of debt and moderately wealthy in order to be what you deserve.

the type of guy that is super super clingy to you. he loves you so much and he wants to show it in any way he can- always expect an arm around you from his tall frame, protecting you and reminding you how loved and cared for you are. he loves to cuddle, whether its on the couch watching a show during the day, or in your shared bed at night he wants to be as close to you as possible- not just to show his love for you but to make sure you feel safe and supported; as well as he just wants to hold you!!:3

the type of guy who listens to anything you say big or small, expect to get home and find that thing you briefly mentioned needing/wanting sitting on your bed ~v~

the type of guy who supports you no matter what! want to quit your job and look for a new one? he's already asked for more hours at his! want to go to uni? he's packing your lunch! want to do something out of your comfort zone? he's already cheering!

the type of guy who encourages you to have your own independence. he is absolutely in love with you having your own hobbies and things you enjoy doing! as well as he supports if you want some alone time or to be with your friends as well!

the type of guy who is the best partner ever (˶˃ ᵕ ˂˶)

[peatchoune]

New weapon for the birthday boy 🫰

[anzuhan]

[gingerbread-qwq]

Save me kagehina save me

[wineaunt420]

Let me tell y’all when I say it was just pure vibes when I was cooking this up, my most proudest scarecrow moment

[orangeheliophile]

Is my love enough?...

Cw: some cursing, fem!Atreides reader, arranged marriage, one-sided love, angst, bittersweet fluff, Feyd is head over heels for you.

Feyd has always hated physical touch. The kind of intimacy that one would share with their lovers. He felt himself shiver in disgust at the thought of being emotionally intimate with anyone or anything, really.

He never allowed his harpies/concubines to caress him in a soft and domestic way. It made his stomach churn, and he always threatened to slit their throats if their hands lingered for even a second too long.

He never wanted to be hugged by his brother and certainly didn't want any sort of touch coming from his uncle.

Sure, he would play with the slave warriors in the arena, and he let the servants apply paint onto his skin before every match. But he didn't tolerate any of that romantic intimacy.

Feyd-Rautha did not need to be vulnerable with anybody.

That was, until he met you; his arranged wife and daughter of Leto Atreides. You completely fucking bewitched him.

You were the sweetest thing he's ever met. Shy, a bit awkward and with a kindness he's never seen on other people. But you were not a delicate flower. You've been through many things. You were fierce when you wanted to be, yet decided to stay kind.

You had a weirdness to you that you only ever expressed when you were with your family; a weirdness that only ever came out with the people you trust and love. He was, unfortunately, not one of those people.

He only saw glimpses of your personalities, a small crack of light in the many walls you've built to protect yourself. He never knew that he would soon be the one to desperately want to see you. The real, true, and beautiful version of you and not just the quiet, nervous, and grieving version that is shown in the Harkonnen palace.

It made his heart squeeze, and his stomach churn. He absolutely loathed the thought of you being terrified and depressed. Yet it made his heart and stomach drop at the thought of himself being the cause of your miseries.

Yet the tension was still strong between you, and you didn't dare speak a word in fear of upsetting your arranged husband.

Of course, being arranged husband and wife, you had to display little acts of affection to prove that your marriage wasn't weak or easily broken. From time to time, you would hesitantly squeeze his hand and place a small, shaky kiss on his cheek; hoping this would satisfy the public and wouldn't make your arranged husband want to slit your throat.

Feyd-Rautha never thought he would completely melt to such small acts of affection.

Every small kiss, hand brushed against yours, every moment where you would lock eyes-Feyd could feel his heart beating a little faster as his lips would part in a silent hitch of his breath.

Over time, he believed he wouldn't be able to take it anymore; Feyd needed to experience the soft, sweet touch of your hand caressing his face, the honey-like taste of your lips against his and the warmth of your body tangled in his own-

And it wasn't just the physical touch, either. He longed to have silly conversations with you and to hear the music of your laughter dancing like a melody in his ears. He wanted to see your bright, warm smile shining when you saw him; he wanted to learn every habit and detail you had and write gospels about it and put them into the Harkonnen history and culture.

He fucking hated the fact that you both slept in separate bedrooms. The only reason he allowed it was because he valued your privacy; but that didn't mean he wanted to break through those doors and hold you in his embrace until he couldn't anymore.

You were the only thing that would plague his mind every second of the day and entirety of the night. He only cared about you; you and you only.

Feyd-Rautha would dream of you, dreams that would feel that they could make ones heart burst with light and love. He soon dedicated every kill to you; a promise that he would return to you safe and whole no matter if he fought a slave warrior or a soldier.

You were praised and worshiped without even knowing it.

You had him completely wrapped around your beautiful finger, yet it was almost laughable of how you didn't seem to notice-or care, in fact.

You still feared the Harkonnens, even your betrothed husband. And you had every right to, Feyd was not delusional. Yet, that didn't mean he didn't feel his heart being stabbed every time you scurried in the opposite direction whenever you caught a glimpse of him.

Feyd-Rautha believed he was falling completely in love with you, everything about you. Soul, body, mind, and all. He would kill for you. He would kill himself if he even thought of laying a finger on you. Yet you still feared him and were too deep into your sorrows to realize this.

But that was alright, he didn't mind waiting. Even if his mind and heart were practically screaming at him to tell you what he truly felt about you, but sadly, he would have to wait. He hated waiting.

But for you? He would wait an eternity. He would wait and count all the stars and the planets as his love grew for you every moment of the day and night. So that when you finally opened your heart, he could overwhelm you with the infinite love he had for you.

Perhaps Feyd-Rautha's love for you would be enough for the both of you. And that would be alright.

Every waking moment, he feels like he will die if you do not tell him you love him back.

[mysteriousmissme]

WE FINALLY CAUGHT THEM ALL how are we feeling hananene nation

[iloveethubs]

ETHUBS 🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏

[xrosaurax]

Quick harvey

[magnetmagician]

IM GOING INSAE

I LOVE HIM SO MUCH

I need him carnally I’m NEED to draw him

[tongues--and--teeth]

More shrimps for my dear sweet mutual @wyrmofworms <3

[mistressoftheforest]

OH EM GEEZIES

Meowwww

Some scene haircut clockwork for ur liking misstressoftheforest 🙇🏼‍♀️🙇🏼‍♀️🙇🏼‍♀️

[minimujina]

wriothesley is an old lover, i think. he’s tough and strong and oh-so-ruggedly handsome; he’s a gentle handler, a slow mover. it takes knowing someone a long time before he can either fall in love with them or, if he happened to fall fast and hard, get the guts to do something about it.

when he does something about it, it’s so romantic and genuine and sweet that you’ll want to metaphorically throw up. in a time where things move so fast—technology makes strides every day, engineers are speeding along the progress of society, and people become daily entangled in small trysts of passion, leaving fragments of themselves scattered—wriothesley moves deliciously slow.

it makes you feel so special, the way he practically courts you. he’s so god damn respectful of everything about you, it’s disgusting. the simple ways he shows affection for you are so beautiful and veneratingly intimate that it almost feels vulgar. wriothesley naturally creates a space around himself that is so safe and so quiet, you melt into vulnerability before you can even think. he makes it easy to be relaxed, and that can be scary when you are used to being on guard.

he is patient, and he’s kind. he’s certainly not perfect, as no one can be—he has his flaws, and he recognizes his own shortcomings. though easy to talk to, easy to get along with, wriothesley does guard his heart carefully, masking himself and his intentions until he’s gauged the trustworthiness of a companion. it can sometimes be difficult to bring the defenses down, even in the most trusted presence; he is used to being fully performative, fully vigilant. he can struggle to communicate in this stage, because he is uncertain of himself and others and, frankly, everything all at once. but once the wall comes down, he’s all authentic, coming as he is without the pre-painted mask.

i feel as if it takes a lot of mutual comfort and reassurance in that stage of scary vulnerability. it is somewhat grotesque to be seen as you are and then to watch someone choose to see more of you over and over and over. you are dying and you are living and it’s mortifying and really very wonderful.

after the initial knowing, there comes the valley where it feels as if your souls begin to intertwine, and the knowing becomes so much more intimate than you might have prepared yourself for. wriothesley wants to hide, and you might too. there are probably some bumps where he puts off replying to letters, or perhaps you procrastinate scheduling visits to the fortress, and you both act very silly, and you misunderstand and squabble a bit and make up. the silliness, however, is not unwarranted, as you both are very aware of how scary it can be to like someone and to be liked. and to watch and feel as the liking turns to loving, and knowing turns to becoming, and suddenly your hands and hearts are glued like crafts and it would be a dire mistake to unravel the lovely work of two loving souls—but moving forward is still, perhaps, so very uncomfortable. but you will, you will do it.

wriothesley likes you so much that he feels himself fall apart. the entirety of the strength he has built up within himself wavers under your soft gaze; your eyes rip him to shreds, but gently, lovingly. you reduce him to nothing but a lovestruck schmuck.

the depths of his adoration for you are, in a sense, biblical. if you have no religious background, you could call his love something sacred, something reverent. he’d never anticipated feeling this way for someone; now that he’s become so deeply entrenched in everything about you, wriothesley feels a deep need to protect and to provide. he is unsure what the future could look like due to his position as the duke of meropide, but he is certain that everything will fall into place if it is meant to be. whatever the case, he’s an absolute schmuck, hanging off your every word and footstep. 100% would follow you around like a lost puppy were he not duty-bound to his work.

for you, it’s really the fact that you could sit in his presence for hours, safely and peacefully, without having spoken a word. there could be no sound in his office but the time-dusted record playing and tea-crusted pages turning, and all would still be well. no guessing, nothing under the rug for you to worry your silly head about—it is just he and you and his work and your books, and the music and his breathing and your humming and embroidery. nothing has transpired but the work that has been done and the record that has played a dozen times over. you may pick up where you left off with him, only with a lighter chest and clearer mind.

sigewinne would oft find the duke passed out in his big red chair, his sweet little lover over on the couch gone to dreamland all the same. it was picturesque. she sometimes wished she could call her friend mamere to paint it, to capture in art whatever it was she could not with words. sigewinne was still learning about humans—and she could glean a lot just from watching you and the duke. but sometimes, like this domestic scene, she would find herself puzzled, unable to describe the feelings that emerged from seeing two humans so safe and comfortable with each other in this particular manner. sigewinne would tip-toe back down the stairs and out of the duke’s office, much to ponder, and much to ask monsieur neuvillette.

very self indulgent, but i finally wrote something 😵‍💫 it just came out like blaarrggh

[m-kuprum]

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