#musings on touch or no touch

[metamorphesque]

think about how there’s no such thing as a complete touch—only the illusion of it… think about how you’re moved and affected and scarred and scratched and bruised and kissed and bitten by a mere illusion… think about how you’re saved from the real thing… think about how you’re bereaved of the real thing

[intimatelyhungry]

l want to slide your underwear off you, and bury my head between your legs. 😏

[haechansunshineboy]

*:・ﾟ✧. *:・ﾟ✧.

*:・ﾟ✧. *:・ﾟ✧.

Haechan’s rings always look so pretty on his fingers. The different intricately designed silver bands on both his left and right hands just look so good against his skin. You’d been daydreaming about holding hands with him (or his fingers trailing down your bare stomach-).

It was becoming a problem, since you were getting incredibly distracted by his hands holding the red solo cup.

He caught your eye from across the crowd, raising his eyebrows to greet you from afar. You wave back at Haechan, watching him start squeezing past people to get to where you were standing.

“Hey.” His voice puts you at ease every time and you reply back with a “hey” as well.

“Wanna get out of here?” Haechan asks you. “We can take a walk together, if you want.”

You nod, smiling at him as he gestures with two fingers for you to follow him out.

-

The two of you walked around the block until you reached a local food chain, opting to sit on the side of the empty parking lot.

The cool wind felt nice against your skin, and you turn your head to face Haechan, who was already looking at you.

You flushed at seeing his gaze on you, his soft smile growing bigger before he started talking.

“Anyway I started watching this new show..”

-

Haechan’s hands rested on his lap, palms facing upwards towards the night sky. Again, your attention was drawn to the rings adorning his hands. The simple silver band on his left index finger, the delicate ring shaped to look like a rounded nail on his ring finger, and your favorite: the pretty braided metal on his right index finger.

“Everything ok?” He asks you, noticing you hadn’t responded to his question about the show.

Feeling bold for once, you muster the courage to drag your index finger over one of the pretty silver rings adorning his knuckle.

“Sorry, I got distracted by your rings.” You mutter. You let the pad of your fingertips brush against his palm as well, feeling how soft his hands were.

“It’s o-ok. My little cousins are always asking if I’m m-married. So annoying.”

You look up at him, taking in the sight of Haechan’s attempt at being nonchalant, his reddening ears giving him away. You smile softly, bringing your attention back to his hands.

“They’re so pretty.”

Haechan lets out a soft breath when you pull your hand away, hoping you didn’t pick it up.

“Y-you know, my chain is also really nice..” He trails off, never taking his eyes off of you.

You beam at him, secretly enjoying seeing this flustered version of Haechan.

*:・ﾟ✧. *:・ﾟ✧.

[justvea18]

Art block sketches of my muses

[moonlight-prose]

old man!logan and falling in love feels like a wound. a terrible bloody wound that could only be created by the mauling of a wild animal. he doesn’t fall gracefully, he fights it. he bites and chews and snarls with each tender touch; his teeth are sharpened by reverence, his heart poisoned by plush lips and slick thighs. he is the beast you brought in for a meal, the stray you tried to save. and now he refuses to leave.

[life-imitates-art-far-more]

Auguste Rodin (1840-1917) "The Cathedral" (1908) Stone Located in the Musée Rodin, Paris, France

[shallowcloudz]

I know that hua cheng's mother is barely mentioned in the books, but we know from mxtx that she was part of an ethnic minority (likely hmong judging by hua cheng's jewelry and accessories) and that hua cheng was very close to her, meaning that she was likely the only other person, apart from xie lian, to ever treat hua cheng with kindness and respect. Which got me thinking, what if, after her death, her soul lingered in the mortal realm as a peaceful ghost for a while and maybe during that time her and hua cheng managed to meet by chance? Thus allowing hua cheng to reunite with his mother and spend some time with her before she passed on.

[cruel-hiraeth]

lion hybrid jing yuan who refuses to go to sleep unless you allow him to groom you…

[rueyam]

loving some people from a distance is safer for my heart

[intimatelyhungry]

baby, arch you back for me and let me take you from behind. 😏

[lady-phasma]

Feyd-Rautha Harkonnen - Dune: Part 2

No caption, just hands

[the-scooby-gang]

Skeptic Velma who treats science like iron clad rules that can't be broken, is extremely close-minded and doesn't believe in the supernatural: boring, overused, nothing new, not funny at all, girl you know that is NOT how science works Believer Velma who gets SO HYPED about the ghost haunting this bank that she barges in with a home made ghostbusters ghost vacuum backpack, has a little recorder where she makes her observations about what kind of creature this is; Is it a poltergeist? Is it a haunted object left behind in one of the safes acting up?? Is it a secret murder??? She doesn't know but she will damn well find out!!! She has sample tubes where she puts all that glowing goo that is all over the floor and a EMF meter attached to her waistband. Then she is later super disappointed that it was actually the manager trying to scare people away so he could steal from the coffers: New, innovative, would watch a whole show where she is like this, a true scientist spirit

[intimatelyhungry]

come here my girl and let me kiss you. up and down your neck, across your collarbone and up to your lips. 😏

[itshaejinju]

Random BG3 Headcanons (#3) -Touch Starved-

Like there are so many characters that are touched starved, just a few people that came to mind and thoughts.

Astarion doesn’t even realize it that he’s touched starved for genuine affection. Not the dalliances for Cazador the fodder he brought back to the mansion. He didn’t even recognize the touches when Tav and slept with him that first time. It wasn’t until they were inspecting the ritual on his back slowly tracing fingers over the thick gnarled scars. Their touch was soothing….healing the horror of what happened a little bit a start to a long journey. Astarion finds himself relaxing, leaning into the gentle strokes and fingers running through his hair as they relax for the night reading a book.

Karlach poor girl is stark raving mad for touch but the fear of burning someone alive with the touch will do that to you. She gets jealous seeing others being able to touch so freely but it doesn’t last long as instead of turning it to anger Karlach loves vicariously through them. She will ask whoever if it is okay to describe it just to help her remember and for private stress release times. When her and Tav finally can touch it’s overstimulating and can’t feel it always so because her system is over drive. Karlach is in such a daze unaware until one morning tangled in arms and legs of Tav that it is the best thing ever. She loves holding hands and will hug anyone willing.

Rolan touched starved because of a wall he put up keeping himself and Lia and Cal safe. There was not much time for personal relations when he spent all of his time studying learning spells and watching his siblings. He knew he would get around to finding a mate but one thing lead to another and he forgot about a spouse, a fling or even any affection that wasn’t platonic. One day Tav placed a flower crown on his head hands grazing over his horns causing a shiver down his spine startling him. Just a small gentle touch and he grew flustered why did that feel good? He didn’t need their affection with all the trouble Tav had caused him already. This bright smile amongst the doom surrounding them. Absolutely melts with fingers being dragged up and down his arms and back, his tail wrapped around Tavs leg.

Dammon didn’t realized he was touch starved until he received a hug from Tav after helping Karlach. That the more he saw Tav as they visited often to have weapons repaired enjoying their company enjoying their open nature. Carefree with their forms of appreciation patting him on the back making him lean into the touches. Throughly enjoys shoulder and neck massages after a long day at the forge.

[walkingstackofbooks]

Garak and Miles may not be fond of each other, but if Julian ever managed to convince them both to dom him at the same time, I know in my soul that they'd make the most fantastic team. The evening might start with them each trying to one-up the other on your much they can torment Julian, but by then end of the night they'd be combining their skills and ideas seamlessly to enhance Julian's suffering.