#please know how beautiful the features you think are imperfections are

[bunnis-monsters]

I love reading about angels and your writing is so good! i was in the clouds at the mere thought of an Angel partner and how cute a relationship that would be, but i also think about how scary meeting an angel is since their presence is overwhelming due to their extreme grace along with the feeling of feeling tiny ☹️💔 the pressure i would feel to be even minimally decent to their purity is unreal 🌬️🌬️

i love your writing, take care! 🩷

It’s like standing in front of pure light, something you were never meant to lay eyes upon.

His features are gentle and kind, but more beautiful than you have ever seen before. It’s hard to meet his gaze due to the immediate shame you feel, meeting the eyes of someone so pure when you yourself are a creature filled with sin.

You wouldn’t consider yourself a bad person, angels are simply blameless, they think only of pleasing their creator and spreading his word. They have no needs that have to be met, whether they be sexual or not.

So you don’t see how his eyes light up, how he looks at you like you’ve hung the stars yourself. You don’t understand that for an angel, his light is incredibly dim.

Looking at a normal angel may just turn you to ash.

Pure as he may be, he has strayed from the path of goodness. His gaze drifts to you when he should be focused on his task of spreading gospel.

It’s blasphemous to compare you to god, he knows that, but it’s all he can do to not fall to his knees and worship you.

You’re perfectly imperfect, with your lustful thoughts and habit of telling little white lies, or maybe you steal or harbor jealousy for others. Regardless, it makes you human, and he so desperately craves to be the one that gets to stand by your side.

Your angel may be a fallen one soon, if he doesn’t stop pining for you.

Note: I post early fics and exclusive content on Patreon and Kofi!!

[buckyalpine]

Okay okay, that Wakanda Bucky imagine was soooooo hella cute 🥺❤️

Would you do a continuation of it where they live happily in the hut and maybe with some smuuuuut ? 🙊 The idea of him in that Hut, all cozy and romantic is not leaving my mind

WAKANDA BUCKY? YES, I will gladly give you more (this can be read as a standalone) There's something about Bucky in Wakanda that's just so soft and comforting to me. That sweet baby with his goats, just living in peace for the first time ever in a place where no one can hurt him. It's also the first place where he can just be himself without the pressure of worrying about anything else.

Just you and him.

He's just so in love with you; his words can only do so much. He wants to make you feel good in the most intimate way possible. He wants to physically give you what words won't translate.

He's nervous though.

He knows you love him for all of his imperfections; there's no doubt you adore every single bit of him. He has no reason to worry about what you'd think.

But this beautiful sweet boy is shy anyway.

Too shy to tell you he wants to make love. Too shy to slip his hands onto your bare skin even though he knows you wouldn't stop him. Too shy to even insinuate he wants more. Ever since you've moved into his hut, he'd wanted you closer. You cuddle every night and he loves the feel of your soft body nuzzled right by his side but its just not enough. He always tells you he loves you and how much you mean to him but it doesn't compare to the way he wants to just melt into you.

He manages to hold his tongue until one night when he just can't anymore. He's cuddled up on your chest while you both lay in his cot and he feels so safe and loved. He wants you now, more than ever. He doesn't even want to take you apart and wreck you; he just wants to love on you softly but he's not even sure if he can, I mean he only has one arm-

"What is it Buck" You whisper, carding your fingers softly through his locks, pushing back the few strands that fell from his half tied hair. "What you thinking about" you let your finger trace over his features, smoothing the crease between his brows that he makes when he's deep in thought. He blushes at you catching his mind in action, blinking with wide eyes before chewing his lip.

"I-

"What is it sweet boy" You continue to let your fingers gently dance over his face and the action makes him purr, leaning for more of your touch.

"I want you"

"You have me baby" You whisper, your heart beating a little faster wondering if he was implying what you were thinking, what you'd been wanting and craving for ages-

"No angel, I want you" He says in earnest hoping you'd understand, "I just-I'm not sure how" He looks down at himself, now afraid to meet your eyes. How could he make you feel good if he only had so much to work with. "I want to make you feel good"

He hesitantly lets his hand slide along your hip up to your waist and slipping under your shirt. The feeling of your bare skin is already so addicting, he starts to work at taking your clothes off as soon as you nod with a needy please. He finds you so unbearably gorgeous when you're naked on his bed and at one point he thinks that might be enough.

Your bare form is everything to him and he'd do anything to worship your more sacred places.

He'd be such a precious baby when it comes to you undressing him. The pink on his cheeks spreads to his ears and he can't help but gush at the way you kiss every scar and freckle on his skin when you let his robe drop to the floor.

"You're perfect" You whisper and he shakes his head because he's nothing in comparison to you. Not with all those angry red lines scattered across his chest, scars covering most of his skin.

"Not like you angel, I'm not-

"You are. Do you have any idea how beautiful you are soldier, how perfect and strong your body is" You don't let him argue, a gasp slipping past his lips when you wrap your hand around his length and start to pump. He's about to protest again because this is about you but he has no idea how long you've been waiting to do this for him.

"Please Bucky" You softly beg and he's an absolute goner when you wrap your hand around his aching length. Just when he thinks it couldn't get any better; your warm soft palm stroking him up and down, you tell him how beautiful and perfect he is and he swears he could cry.

"Look at how pretty you are baby" You coo, perched between his spread legs, leaning over to suckle the tip, humming at the taste, "Can't believe you hid this all from me for so long baby"

"Another-fuck sweets-another night, God I'll cum-you gotta stop" He whines as you release with a pop, your lips covered in his slick. He pulls you to lie down beside him, thinking about all the times he imagined making love to you. Looking into your eyes, letting his body cage you from the rest of the world, just you and him and nothing else.

But it wasn't easy with 1 arm.

"M'sorry baby, I-" Bucky stuttered, feeling unsteady as he hovered above you.

"Lay down for me" You cut off his rambling with a kiss to his lips before letting his head fall against the pillow. "Just wanna feel you Jamie, be close to you" You moan, rubbing your now dripping pussy all over his cock. "Want you inside me"

"Put my cock in you angel" Bucky's feral side made an appearance while he held his length letting you line up with the tip, the both of you gasping at the feeling of him finally pushing into you. "Fuck babydoll, wanted this so bad"

"oh fuck" You threw your head back at the feeling, all the pieces inside you coming together as you sank all the way down making you feel complete. "You feel so good inside me Bucky" You whined, grinding and rocking yourself on his thick length, feeling him in your belly.

"C'mere angel, please" He begged, reaching for you and pulling you causing you to fall onto his chest. He planted his feet and started to thrust up making you cry out. "Wanted to make love to you baby, I-fuck I love you so much, wanna make you feel so good"

"Feels-so-good-hng" You whimpered between thrusts, nipping and sucking bruises onto his neck while he held onto you tightly with his arm. "I'm-so close-

"I'll make you feel good" Bucky groaned, pushing you back up and slipping his hand between your bodies while you leaned back and held onto his thighs. You cried out as he found your clit, moaning louder with you and he toyed with your pussy.

"That feel good baby?" He panted, letting his thumb rub your clit in fast circles, your silky soft bud throbbing against the digit, "You look so pretty with my cock in you angel, cum for me, cum for me pretty girl"

It didn't take long for you to shatter around him, and Bucky followed right behind. He nearly sobbed as you collapse against his chest while he pumped you full of his load, not bothering to pull out long after his cock softened. Cuddling with you with his spent cock warm in your soaked pussy was his favorite part of the night. Nothing was more intimate than the both of you so closely connected, whispering sweet nothings while tangled under the soft sheets, the both of you falling asleep in the warm, cozy air of the hut.

[mdzs-owns-my-ass-i-guess]

(Un)disclosed

Based off this post I made yesterday about Hua Cheng collecting Xie Lian smut throughout the centuries. Enjoy!

Warnings: suggestive content, long post

...the ornate, white robe slid down the prince's shoulders like water, the gold embroidered silk pooling at his feet in a glittering heap. He looked up at the commoner, a coy look in his eyes as he gauged the other's reaction. His skin, perfectly stretched over his form, bore no markings or imperfections, flawless just like the other had expected it to be. His neck and the tops of his shoulders turned a very light pink, just like the apples of his cheeks.

It was a sight equal parts beautiful as it was arousing, so overwhelming that the commoner fell to their knees as if in worship. "Your Highness..." they spoke, voice reverent, eyes glinting with adoration as they stared up at their prince. "I don't deserve to look at you like this, you're-"

The prince's hand came to cup their face, looking down at them with gentleness and a subtle hint of something dark and hungry in his eyes. "Earn it then."

"How, Your Highness?"

The prince carded a hand through their hair and took one step closer. "You know how."

"I don't, my prince, I know nothing." The commoner whined, so willing to please their voice shook. "Please, won't Your Highness teach this lowly one?"

"Open your mouth."

Xie Lian shut the small book with such a powerful thud that the brittle pages nearly clapped between the old, hard covers. His face burned with shame, fingers trembling as he placed the offending item back on the shelf he had taken it from, all but shoving it into position.

Xie Lian had never read such a shameful text before - granted, erotic art and writing never interested him and so he never looked at any of it, especially considering the requirements of his cultivation path - but to think the first ever he would lay eyes upon would be one of himself was far too ironic!

He should have known not to snoop around Paradise Manor when Hua Cheng was not there - but he became antsy in the ghost king's absence and even a little lonely, so what was he to do but try to explore the nooks and crannies of his husband's abode?

But though he had started off thinking he might find peculiar items, explicit stories of himself definitely exceeded all of his expectations.

It was likely Hua Cheng had stored that book away to ensure no such inappropriate and perverse stories circulated to soil Xie Lian's reputation further - of course whoever had to have written such things did it to make fun of Xie Lian, most likely after his fall, turning his image into one of a salacious lover rather than an ascetic god for the sake of mockery.

With a sigh, Xie Lian calmed hid shaking hands and reached for a second book, hoping to find solace in another story that would be as fascinating and enrapturing as the many pieces of literature Hua Cheng kept in the Manor's main library.

Opening another small book, this time a red one, Xie Lian flipped through the pages until he reached tge one where the book's spine had broken. That page must have been read often!

"Your Highness, this humble one is-"

"Silence." The prince's authoritative voice rang through the main hall of the palace. "Have I allowed you to speak at all?"

Their eyes widened and they swallowed dryly, looking up at Xie Lian with tearful eyes. The kind, gentle smile and soft gaze had been replaced with a sharp, cold look, the very picture of authority and respect a crown prince should be. His features did not look any less regal, though, even anger and disdain fitting his handsome face.

"N-no, Your Highness..." they replied at last, voice quivering with fear. "Please punish me... I've wronged you too much, my prince, I've been disobedient and audacious..."

A small, barely there smile pulled at the prince's lips, a dangerous look in his eyes.

"What punishment would be fit for the likes of you, then?" He asked, voice almost playful had it not been so dark.

"Kill me, Your Highness..." their voice came, small and fearful. "I deserve to die..."

"It would be a waste, though." The prince quickly intervened, taking slow, small strides around the other. "A waste of a good servant, and a waste of a good body."

Their eyes widened, following the young royal's movements until they could no longer turn their head, Xie Lian now standing behind them.

"I have decided on your punishment." He spoke, tone low, so close that his lips nearly touched the other's ear. "And you will take it - and like it."

Xie Lian dropped the red book to the floor with a small yelp, so embarrassed he felt like he could have burst in flames. Had his people truly seen him in such a shameful way?! Had it been lust and desire that he instilled in their hearts rather than righteousness and grace?!

Xie Lian couldn't possibly remember of any instance where he had behaved suggestively as a young crown prince, not to mention he had never shared a bed with anybody until he married his now husband, Hua Cheng. Why would people come up with such terrible stories about him if they had no root in reality? And to think they could be so vastly different... he had been portrayed as wanton but gentle in the first one, only to be turned into a depraved royal in the second! Had he truly instilled such fantasies?

With a defeated sigh, Xie Lian sat on the small chair beside the reading table in the corner of the room, folding his arms on it to lay his head down and hide his burning cheeks. Could he be considering himself grateful that Hua Cheng had locked all of these away or even more ashamed thinking perhaps Hua Cheng had read them?

Xie Lian hoped the ghost king hadn't... he did respect Xie Lian greatly, but Xie Lian knew what kind of perversions his beloved could conjure in their bed (and other places, some more creative than others!)... could he have read all of these terrible stories himself?

Xie Lian felt even more flustered at that thought, and lifted his head from the table, trying to stir his attention elsewhere. His eyes fell upon another small book, an incospicuous black one with a red tassel bookmark halfway in it.

Hua Cheng had definitely begun reading that one, so Xie Lian hoped it was a normal book this time and not another pornographic depiction of the crown prince of Xianle taking someone to bed more or less gently.

The creature had to have been some kind of ghost, a powerful thing wielding a sort of dark energy that acted as both its limbs and life force. Whatever had willed it into existence must have been angry and resentful, the dark forest reverberating with growls and haunting moans as it skittered among the trees like a feral beast.

The young prince did not have the time to react this time, though, and he failed to dodge the many winding limbs stretching towards him - and so, despite his valiant efforts, his arms were bound above his head, pulled taught, and his legs, though kicking, had been spread apart and held in place by the creature's tentacles. This way, his spine bowed forward, arching against the merciless ghost's hold, writhing incessantly in an attempt to escape.

He put his whole strength into every attempt to free his limbs, thrashing like a fly caught in a spider's web, but all he managed to do was tire himself out, breathing heavily as sweat glistened down his body, soaking the remaining tatters of his clothes and making them stick slightily to his skin.

His guan had long been lost in the fight, and so his long hair flowed down his back nearly to his knees, further sticking to the sweat dripping down his back and making him overheat even more.

When it had become apparent to him that struggling was futile, Xie Lian tried calling out for help - but the beast had lured him too deep into the forest for anybody to hear, and so he had given that up quickly as well.

There was no more time to think, his heartbeat picking up as he felt two of those ghostly limbs suddenly caress his neck, one wrapping around it whilst the other slid up and down his chest, tearing the material of his robe.

But when Xie Lian tried to struggle, the limb around his neck tightened until breath could no longer fill his lungs, so he stilled, watching with wide eyes as the tentacle tore at his clothing, leaving him bare.

It wasn't until two other limbs slid up his thighs that the prince realized what was going to happen to him, one of them wrapping around his-

"Gege?"

Hua Cheng's soft voice tore Xie Lian's attention from the story and he immediately fumbled to close the book, his shaking fingers barely managing not to drop it.

"S-S-San Lang!" He shakily replied, feeling as if he had been caught doing something unmentionable. "What are you..." he cleared his throat, realizing he sounded high-pitched, "What are you doing here? You're back early!"

"I am not...?" The ghost king spoke, a controlled expression on his face as he continued, "It is past midnight."

"Ah. I must've not noticed..." came the sheepish response. "I've been...uh...reading..."

"I see..."

A long stretch of silence followed, neither of the two daring to say anything or even gaze at one another for more than a few seconds. It seemed that they both shared an understanding of what they should have been addressing but neither had the courage to speak up.

It was Hua Cheng that did, though, when the quiet became unbearable.

"Gege, I'm sorry..." his expression became ashamed, saddened even. "I understand if you find me repulsive now-"

"San Lang, did I not tell you I could never find you repulsive?" Xie Lian spoke, his voice soft, "I just wish to understand. What are these books? Why have you been collecting them?"

Hua Cheng swallowed, feeling every bit as mortified as Xie Lian did, even though his demeanour didn't betray much.

"Gege knows I have loved him for over eight centuries but I have not had the honor to stand by his side until recently. Despite this, my love for you never faltered - it grew and developed to what you know it to be today. This also means I have lusted after you as well."

Which, in truth, Xie Lian was not exactly surprised about. It was a given, after all, and it wasn't as though they didn't have sex nearly every night - all that desire had to have come from the same place the love did.

"So... I have found a...niche of writers that created these... erotic stories about his highness, the crown prince of Xianle, and...I have kept them for my own...use."

"Use?" Xie Lian quickly parroted, feeling a strange heat pool in his stomach.

"Yes. I am sure gege knows what I mean..."

Xie Lian's eyes drifted towards the black book and the red tassel that lay in it. "Is that one your favorite?"

"One of them." Came the strained reply, Hua Cheng's voice betraying a feeling of both vulnerability and excitement.

"I see." Xie Lian looked up the tall shelf, stretching nearly to the ceiling, and he couldn't suppress a small, muschevous smile as he leaned against the table on his palm, toying with the ring on his necklace with the other. "Then, would San Lang wish to share his other favorites with me, then?"

"Yes, Your Highness."

[sixlane]

lane u can't just say "pandoralecto" and leave it at that i need to know more please

it seems i’m incapable of talking about pairings without making a moodboard recently… but anyways YES let me tell you about them.

alecto is our resident radfem man-hating lesbian who can’t help but conform to patriarchal ideals in her quest to redeem herself and her family in the eyes of the rich elite. she’s mean and selfish and brutal yet she still cares what others think of her. pandora on the other hand could not give less of a fuck what anyone is saying about her, yet she just happens to be this (on the outside) “perfect woman.” she’s blonde and beautiful with delicate features and she’s rich and she throws elaborate parties that everyone who’s anyone is invited to. and she does it just because she wants to. pandora has never done a single thing she didnt want to do, and she’s praised for it. people don’t seem to care that she’s blunt and apathetic because she’s beautiful and alecto hates her for this. but she also wants to be her. she becomes jealously obsessed with pandora and somewhere along the way that blurs into lust. and it’s so ugly and gross but she wants to literally cut pandora open and wear her skin. she can’t help it.

then we have pandora, who is just living her life carefree exactly the way she wants to and there’s alecto standing in the corner of her party with an untouched martini just glaring at everyone. and pandora is like. what is her problem? alecto is so full of rage and pandora cannot understand how a person can hold so much inside of them and she doesn’t like it. she thinks alecto has the most massive stick up her ass and her failure to understand this woman bleeds into disdain for her. but it also means pandora cannot get alecto out of her head. she’s a natural observer and she finds herself to be so fascinated by other people because she’s so different from them. she’s low empathy like her brother but entranced by the way people interact with each other in a normative context. she cannot for the life of her understand why alecto cares so much about anything but for some reason she can’t get herself to leave alecto alone. their whole relationship is pandora doing things to get reactions out of alecto. good or bad. seeing what will make her tick. constantly antagonizing her. she’s obsessed with alecto just as much as alecto is obsessed with her. she wants to break her so bad.

their fighting turns into violent make outs which lead to creepy power-play sex. who will get the upper hand. it’s a fight to the death. they’re both trying to rip the other open.

also i thought it would be interesting to explore their relationship in the context of both of them being in some type of weird codependent twincest relationship. they don’t hinge on this but like pandoras relationship with evan is about belonging and alecto’s relationship with amycus is about dominating. so i think the pandoralecto sexual dynamic would be flipped. alecto finds their violent sex dynamic surprisingly fulfilling because it’s equal. they’re both women!! she’s not performing. she’s at her most feral and imperfect and pandora still wants her in some weird way. she feels more comfortable taking on a submissive role because she doesn’t have to uphold this power over pandora that she feels she has to uphold when she has sex with men. for pandora sex with her brother is not about sex. it’s very intimate and like. idk something otherworldly. but sex with alecto is about sex. it’s lust and obsession. i think she realizes that alecto has never not been in control and she wants to flip that. she wants to get on top of alecto and see what happens. she takes the reins because alecto has always had an iron grip on them.

tl;dr: they’re feral and they hate each other and they’re obsessed with each other at the same time. they both have an inability to let things go once they’ve zeroed in and that’s what drives this dynamic. they just can’t stop!

[lightningant]

I've never seen characterizations of Tom and Harry the way yours is. I love how neurotic and messed up they both are -- they're *SO CUTE* too. <3 <3 <3

Tom is just so exhausted and cynical and Harry is a manic catastrophe with sooo many crossed wires and they're HILARIOUS. XD

And just so well written, I cannot tell you how distracted I was for at least a week after I read what you had for your fic -- I truly, truly admire your narration and dialogue and characterizations (I already said that but PLEASE I LOVE THEM SO **BAD** >O< ) Soooo funny and well made.

They're realistic! Tom and Harry are so messy and also normal people at the end of the day who make mistakes and aren't super cool all the time (really, they're utter dorks, and you TOTALLY show thatt) but also they're competent and scary and stubborn and you just have suchh a nice blend of their facets and I JUST....aghhh, I love itt.

Also I ADORE your designs -- I love how Tom is so sickly and neat (you said it best "Victorian child with tuberculosis" LMAO), and Harry is so IDK, he's just a Guy but in the most wonderful way -- I'm not actually good with words :,))))

I just love your art style in general, it's like, realistic yknow. You don't get rid of normal people "imperfections", they're a part of the design or enhance them -- I don't think the word imperfections is right, I just mean like, you don't exclude non-conventionally attractive aspects of bodies or facial expressions??? Idk, I'm trying here, I really am. Just, just, just I like it a lot and I wanna be like that toooooo >.<

IIIIIIII dunno if I have accurately gotten anything across or even given an actual good compliment in this entire thing but anyways you're very cool and awesome and also PLEASE forget that I said they were Babygirl I've never used that word before in my LIFEE and don't know if that was right at all -- if it was nevermind I meant it all and am so cool -- ANYWAYS bye :,)

I don't think I've succeeded in lessening my embarrassment but uhhhhh, I hope I've at least articulated myself better :,)))

Askbomb swag. Thank you, this message was so sweet :) I shall try to match energies.

One of the things I love most is that the kind of person who puts up pretensions is, innately, trying to hide something about themselves they find sub-par. Tom isn't just a scary and incredibly powerful domineering sigma male who is a master manipulator, he is a person who is actively attempting to turn himself into that man, and in my fic he is still a teenager and still tripping his way through that mental image he has of himself. The two worst ages to ever be are 15 and 20; fifteen, when you are ready to shed childhood but don't know what maturity looks like just yet, and 20, when you are ready to become your own person and achieve adulthood, picking your way across existence-defining beliefs. And his only friend for the past like, 7 months? has been his 16-year-old self who has the single-minded objective of looking cool and mature to his adult self. A hell of his own making.

Harry is also 20. He is one of those 'unusually mature for his age' kids and he has an inflated sense of his own righteousness and capability, despite being the actual one with the emotional range of a teaspoon (he just knows to keep it himself). There is no way Harry would detect he is having a manic fit, especially if he is having one that is triggered by his arrested feelings on Sirius. It's incredibly fun writing him perform this extremely risky and reality-altering plan and his plan was "idk, kill him?" and picking shit up off the ground whenever he sees it, the DADA position included. our hero.

Beautiful tragic terminally ill gothic prince / fit jock is really a match made in heaven aesthetically. Cannot get enough of it

Thank you for art compliment too ^_^ I used to lean more to anime fandoms so Harry Potter really let me stretch my legs on more 'normal people' facial features like big noses and soft chins and I'm glad it's clear how much fun I'm having doing that. Yay! Though one of the compliments I've always gotten that I've always been proud of is how distinct the way I draw expressions is.

No no...you're right. Tom is absolutely a babygirl. And Harry...well he was certainly Ginny's babygirl, and I'm sure a part of him is really itching to have someone put their hand on the small of his back 😔

[sporesgalaxy]

I know this is something u were probably asked before but as the guy that has a good relationship with art....how do you do that??? I mean I get that this question is vague but how do you not care if it looks bad? Do you just?? Keep on going till it looks like you want it to look? Despite the agonies? You seem like you enjoy talking abt this thats why im asking, dont feel the need to answer if u dont wanna

hmmmm. You know, I don't think about the agonies much these days. But it's not that I don't care. I guess I've become a freak who sees beauty in the agonies, sorta? It's kind of complicated! I will do my best to explain!

First of all, I know that I have the unfair advantage of having no ambition. I don't have a goal for my art besides making art when I feel like it. That makes it easy to be less judgemental-- I remember having a rockier relationship to my own art during the time when I thought I would make it my career.

This is why I like talking about my perspective, though!! I think it's important to try not to let yourself be consumed by self-criticism as an artist, even if self-criticism is necessary for you, and hopefully my carefree way of looking at things can help balance things out haha.

Anyways, ambition or not-- and I know how this sounds but bear with me-- art doesn't ever look bad.

(Barring ethically harmful art, ugh, I don't want to get into ethics so just-- surely you know what I mean!!!)

Art gets a lot less stressful if you can tell yourself that no art is bad, and remember the reasoning behind that until you really believe it. It isn't a fast process, but it's very worth the work.

The truth is that art either looks how you want it to look, or it looks different from the way you want it to look, but both are ultimately neutral. You CAN make art that looks different from what you wanted, that you still feel pleased with.

When art looks different from how you wanted, the gut reaction you have is often to call it bad or get frustrated. And of course it's frustrating! Maybe you feel it's not as effective at communicating something as you'd hoped, or you feel it's not as visually impactful as you imagined...but it's important to remember those things are only your perception. Not an objective fact. And art is a two-way street! A communication between creator and observer! And communication is really weird and complicated.

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Other people's perception of your work won't ever be exactly the same as yours. Sometimes this is desireable and sometimes it isn't! Maybe your art will communicate the thing better to someone than anything they've ever seen-- even if a more effective version could theoretically exist, the "imperfect" version that actually exists and communicates is all that matters to the observer. Or, maybe a feature that turned out exactly how you wanted it to will fly completely over an observer's head, and not have the effect you wanted at all. A lot of the time, you'll never even know.

An artist can NEVER fully control an observer's perspective, so at a certain point you have to live with what you have. You already do this, to some degree, if you have ever EVER decided to stop working on a piece of art and share it. You can always keep adding to something. You can always keep editing. But sometimes, you stop. And perfection doesn't exist, so when you stop it must be because the art is good enough for now. And nothing about "good enough" is objective!

And is that really so bad? Surely people who grow fruit understand that a fruit which is smaller than they imagined can still feed somebody-- that at the very least it will feed bugs and microorganisms and be useful as fertilizer to grow more apples. Your art still means something, still accomplishes something, is still worth making whether it turns out how you imagined or not.

A lot of art is learning when to quit and move on. As a habitual perfectionist, this was something I had to learn early, to stop myself from erasing holes into every piece of paper I drew on.

There's this rule I was taught in middle school drama class: if you fuck up, act like you didn't fuck up. The audience doesn't have your script memorized, so odds are they won't have any idea you fucked up unless you tell them. Other art works the same way. No one knows what you wanted to make but you. And more importantly, a "perfect" version of your art doesn't exist (no "perfect" version of anyone's art exists, or ever will).

The version you made exists, so you have to find what's worth loving about that version. You have found what's worth loving in the imperfect art of others many times. Many observers will treat your art the same way you treat others' art. Why not treat your own art that way, too?

It sounds really REALLY corny, but I try not to think of this as embracing "mistakes." I think of it as celebrating coincidences.

I really really like coincidences. I like that every circumstance wasn't guaranteed to happen, that everything comes down to chance. I think all the little random things are beautiful because they turned out however they did, and not any of the millions of other ways things might have turned out. It's a coincidence that my genes expressed the way they did. It's a coincidence that my parents met in college. It's a coincidence that my oldest friend and I both got to middle school early every day, and stayed close even when we didn't share any classes.

Art is full of coincidences! I try to draw a straight line. The line does not turn out straight, because of the way my hand is shaped and the way my muscles contracted, because my body is not exactly like anyone else's in the world. No one else would have drawn that slightly not-straight line just exactly how I did. It's mine, and it's crookedness is what makes my art mine. Okay, maybe it's a little too crooked for what I want this time-- I'll erase it and draw a new crooked line at a bit of a different angle. There we go, I like that! Now it's my beautiful, irreplaceable crooked line! And the ghost of its predecessor guides the eye just so, and no one else's two crooked lines would guide your eye the same way, only mine! Isn't that nice on its own? Just to have made something that can't ever be replicated? To have made something no one else has ever made before?

You can also apply this in a bit less dreamy and more practical ways, I promise haha.

For example...I've never been a canvas flipper, as a digital character artist. I don't mirror my canvases to see if they still look preportional to me from either direction. I also don't usually draw visual novel character sprites that need to look good mirrored in either direction to serve their function, so it's never been a practical concern of mine.

I consider many kinds of distortion on a character I've drawn to be a good part of the visual flow of the image. Like a smear frame in animation, distoriton in the right places can make character art look dynamic and energized because it can lead the eye through a certain visual flow over the form of the character. If I were to flip the canvas, that eye-leading effect might hit differently because my American eye is used to reading from left to right-- perhaps it doesn't feel as "smooth" going in the opposite direction. This doesn't mean I need to change the distortion necessarily, it just means I prefer not to flip the canvas.

Often, these distortions aren't intentional. They're a coincidence of how my muscles move as I draw, and the areas my left-to-right American eyeballs instinctively pay more attention to. But the effect is still desireable to me. So, happy coincidence!

I think...that's the best I've got for now? Feel free to ask for clarification. I hope it's not total nonsense!

[800ieatkids800]

It's me again, COMPLAINING ABOUT DANMEI🙃

About how DEHUMANIZED these characters are because of these INSANE danmei beauty standards.

Yes I can't get over it.

I'm sure we've all, at some point, complained about beauty standards in books. How the female M.C never has appearance flaws, how her "one time bad hair day" is the extent the author will allow her to be imperfect, how her burns have to aesthetically frame her body.

I'm sure we've all criticized the way women in movies shave in between getting chased down by zombies, how, while the men get to be elbow deep in monster viscera, the women will have a gun and a thin line of blood decorating their foreheads. Having grime under their nails in such circumstances is already viewed as a progressive decision on the directors' part...

We can all agree that these beauty standards, arbitrary lines in the sand, bring down the message the movie/ book is trying to portray- as if grief can be accurately portrayed with a single tear going down your cheek, as if you can yell and cry pretily, without your spit getting everywhere.

We can broadly agree on this, and yet, in danmei, (and somewhat revolutionary) it is THE MEN who are forced to abide by these same unrealistic, INSANE beauty standards. Of course, all must be beautiful, so beautiful the author can't use other words to describe it. Ethereal.

Let me take it to the begging.

I first got into danmei because I was tired of how shallow romance books were starting to be (booktok made this EVEN WORSE). I was pleased to see how this new genre seemed to focus heavily on the plot and world building, things that are so severely neglected in many current romances.

And that STAYS true. Danmei ( and baihe as well but I won't get into that) is one of the few romance adjacent genres that's not afraid to get long and complicated ( 2 things that are RED flags in the eyes of the present publishing industry).

The fact that danmei also abides by beauty standards so uncomfortable they single handedly DEHUMANIZE the characters is also (what I consider to be) a fact. All GOOD characters must be gorgeous, out of this world! The baddies CAN be ugly, the unimportant can be plain.

But the MCs...

Their eyes are in the shape of...limpid tears (the best in-universe shape) and their mouths are BEYOND mouth shaped. And their hair is long and luscious- they could be fighting on the front lines and it still wouldn't be coarse. Their teeth are veneer straight, their smiles always perfect and stricking, their actions are either elegant and poised or charmingly strong and self assured, they have the sparkle of youth even at 3793 years old (gods...fox spirits...ghosts...high level cultivation...am I right?), not a wrinkle, not a white hair (I can only think of Yan Wushi as a gray hair haver) not a mole that isn't artistically placed under their eye or in the corner of their mouths, no freckles (God forbid.)

6 packs? no, these bad boys have rippling 18 packs and they are here. to. stay! And they will NEVER look bad or smell off, these beauties don't GET to be disgusting in a non-sexy way even at their lowest! Hairless, smooth, jade-like, with long fingers and perfect fingernails, with a disability that dissappears half way through the first book!

And maybe I am alone in this, but even if their personality is compelling, their perfect looks immediately break the immersion for me. The way their love interest can't help but be attracted to EVERY. SINGLE. FEATURE even if they hate their personality, how they don't have to make peace with ANY flaw, how they don't have to TRY to maintain this beauty (I would LOVE to see this theme explored in danmei, aka a character who sees their self worth as their beauty and how hard they try to keep it. If you know a book where it applies do share).

So OFTEN our internal suffering is related to our outside, to the way we are perceived, treated...BUT that won't be explored here, no sir!

You could argue that we're talking about gods and gods are perfect, but A LOT of danmei characters aren't gods. A lot of them are just...rich or soliders or martial artists..supposedly normal people. I'd argue I'd be more interesting if they at least adhered to the archaic beauty standards of their time, but that won't happen....a single, conventionally attractive bald man on ONE cover was enough to make many people not want to read the book.

And the fandom, OH the fandom, the fandom is ready to kill and bury ANY who dare portray their favorite as less than the perfection they ARE. The fandom is ready to harras any who adapt the story into a comic and fail to deliver on the beauty (cough erha) ready to witchhunt any who DARE draw the book covers "ugly" to the point the cover is taken back to be reworked (Ballad of sword and wine, I'm looking at you), ready to absolutely GUT the actors who play their gorgeous overlords and supposedly fall short of it. (Do correct me if I remembered any of that wrong, it's been a while).

So yes, the fandom is also a big problem.

Not all of it. Some of my favorite fanfictions are stories in which these characters are given physical imperfections and visceral emotions, but A LOT of the fandom seems to VENERATE these standards we used to judge so harshly.

Why? Can we not have our power fantasy in the body of someone less than perfect? Can we not believe the love that blossoms between 2 people who don't fit the norms? Would we not find it worth while, like that?

Are we REALLY this shallow?

(And I won't even go into how these ideals of morality and beauty are SOSO completely NON daoist, even though these stories seem to operate on a daoist frame work.)

[keepthyfaithandthylight]

Dear friends,

Once again I feel moved to speak on something. I am coming from a place, now, of a wilderness. Of screaming and tearing out your hair and clawing at your skin till your throat is raw and you’re bleeding, blood under your nails and in the sand. There is no season of life I’ve ever seen in my short time here on this side of eternity, no period of life where I’ve known such pain. Such desperation.

And yes, in all truth, such fear and terror.

So forgive me if this post is coming off as blunt, as vulnerable and raw. Because I am. I despise getting like this anywhere.

Please, dear friends, though you’ve read that part of the post, I wish for you to pay the most attention to this portion. No matter who you are, what you’ve done, where you’ve been, all of these things are trivial in comparison to the mercy of God. I’ve experienced it firsthand. While Saint-Just wrote of knowing God by His miracles, I know God by His mercy. His relentless and unending love, provision, strength and kindness. All of this, along with His miracles. There have been times when I have not known how I would eat that day, unsure of when a paycheck would arrive, and miraculously I managed to find enough money to but a small dinner, or a paycheck would arrive and I could eat.

While I have not known much trouble, or many tribulations, I have still weathered a storm or two. My only reason for survival was the Lord.

If there is one thing I desperately hope for you to glean from this post, it’s this: Do not ever doubt God’s love for you, do not ever doubt that you are valued and needed. The same God who created the trees, the oceans, mountains and skies thought that the world should have you, too. You are not here by accident, planned or unplanned. You were made intentionally.

Never doubt your beauty, in all of its uniqueness. Your features were handcrafted by the One who made the stars. They suit you beautifully, both He and I think so. Nothing about you is a mistake, not your nose, your teeth, your eyes, your hair, your height. You were expertly made by the world’s greatest artist and craftsman.

While some people may close their hearts and minds to you in the church, for whatever reason, Jesus does not. Neither will I. Both He and I love you immensely (though, there is no way I could ever hope to love you with as much intensity as the Lord, though I love you all with all of my heart. It is still a fallen world from an imperfect heart on my part). My arms are open to you, and my heart, and it is only a shadow of that of the Lord Jesus. Jesus endured the pain of the cross because He saw you on the other side. He was thinking of you and thought that yes, you are worth it.

So no matter what this world tells you, always remember. The One who is above all things thinks you are fearfully and wonderfully made, and that you are valuable. That you are worth enduring the pain of the cross. He thinks that you are not a mistake, that you are a wonderful creation, and His love will never end towards you. He sincerely wishes for you to be in paradise with Him for all eternity, no matter who you are or what you’ve done. You just have to trust Him and take Him up on His offer (psst, it’s free. The price has already been paid). He loves you beyond measure.

And I love you with all of the capability that my flawed, mortal and fractured heart can.

[kumkaniudaku]

What are you absolutely favorite features on Aaron’s and Kel’s faces? I love Kelvin’s lips. They are freaking BEAUTIFUL. I love Aaron’s eyes, but not because of the color necessarily. I love their shape and how they crinkle when he smiles ☺️

Okay I’m gonna say lips for both BUT THAT DOESN’T COUNT! I have individual answers! I just couldn’t skip the fact that they both have beautiful lips.

Now, let me fan out. Apologies if this gets long.

Kelvin has some beautiful eyebrows. They are absolutely stunning. No notes. I need to know who he inherited those from because they are perfect. And they add to his overall expressive face. I think they balance with his other features very well and amplify whatever emotion he’s displaying at the moment. When he’s excited, they enhance that. When he’s looking seductive and sexy, they get super dreamy. I love his eyebrows.

Aaron’s is gonna sound weird, but walk with me. Whenever I look at his face, I am automatically drawn to that scar above his lip. I don’t know what it is that makes my attention zero in and stay. Maybe there’s two reasons. The first is that I’m simply curious about it. I’d love to know the story. Did it come from a fall or a fight? Some sort of childhood horsing around? I don’t know. It just seems to be part of his story and I want to know more. The other reason is that it gives his face some character. He’s so strikingly handsome that it’s almost jarring. But that little beautiful imperfection is a reminder that he’s a work of art with little bit and pieces that are unique.

I could look at both of them forever. Truly beautiful men. If anybody else has something to add, please do! I’d love to know.

[adamrenfro]

The Night Desk - 1.19.25

The Night Desk is a periodic late-night dive into ideas that linger long after the day ends.

Wisdom After Dark

"The only way to deal with an unfree world is to become so absolutely free that your very existence is an act of rebellion."— Albert Camus

Camus, the French-Algerian philosopher and writer featured in the banner image, wrote The Rebel in 1951 when the world was still picking shrapnel out of its skin from fascism and war. He talked about defiance not as hollow outrage or empty theatrics, but as acts of creation—standing up, doing something, building something, or just flipping off the status quo. The absurdity of life, according to Camus, isn’t something you beat; it’s something you face, head-on, with a laugh and a little swagger.

Fast forward to now. Different battleground, same fight. We’re up against algorithms and digital surveillance that know us better than our parents. Then there’s the exhausting drone of same-same opinions, split neatly between echo chambers. Camus’s advice still holds: be so unapologetically yourself that the world can’t ignore it. Write the book no one asked for. Make the indie film that scares Hollywood. Heck, keep hammering away at whatever it is I’m doing right now (Dear God, please don’t be a blog). Because in a world addicted to comfort, conformity, and scrolling through infinite feeds of someone else’s life, living on your terms—your raw, imperfect, messy, human terms—is the loudest act of rebellion there is.

Digital Tremors

Here’s a curveball: archaeologists are using Stable Diffusion’s AI not to create images, but to reconstruct ancient frescos. By analyzing brushstrokes, pigments, and artistic patterns, the AI helps match scattered fragments and even predicts missing sections based on the artist’s style. Historians are taking it further—applying the same tech to analyze handwriting, spot forgeries, and track how writing evolved. I love this type of innovation: using a tool in ways no one ever intended and uncovering something remarkable.

Deep Currents

Here’s the deal: analog is making a comeback, and it’s in the form of escapism. Vinyl records, typewriters, and film cameras aren’t just retro quirks—they’re deliberate rejections of the relentless hum of the digital world. Sure, some of those vintage typewriters on eBay end up as shiny collectables on somebody’s shelf, but vinyl? That’s a different story. I had a massive record collection back in the day—dragged it through apartments, overseas moves, and finally ditched it when CDs were “the future.” Big mistake. Fast forward, and my daughter discovers the music from my era, and guess who’s back to buying the same records I swore I didn’t need anymore?

Why does it matter? Because it’s a reminder that people crave something real, something they can hold, something that doesn’t vanish with a swipe. Writers, take note: ditch the screen, pick up a pen, and feel the weight of your words again. Give your brain time to think. It doesn’t need to see that blinking cursor on your monitor. In a world of infinite scrolling, slowing down isn’t just quaint—it’s revolutionary.

Screen Time Worth Your Time

This is a movie about friendship, identity, and rolling with life’s changes. Will & Harper follows Will Ferrell and Harper Steele as they hit the road after Harper comes out as a trans woman. The two longtime friends navigate their evolving bond on a cross-country trip that’s funny, raw, and full of awkward, heartfelt moments. It’s a reminder of how messy, surprising, and beautiful real friendships can be.

Through the Lens

This poster screams mid-century 20th-Century style—big, bold lines, loud colors, and that slick Art Deco flair. And as cool at the poster’s art is, it is propaganda, plain and simple, selling the fantasy of Ceylon (Sri Lanka today) as a sun-drenched paradise where good tea practically grows itself. But the truth? It was sweat and suffering. Tamil laborers, shipped in under brutal English colonialism, worked endless hours for scraps while plantation owners got rich. That muscular godlike figure? He’s not real. The woman bending over the tea leaves? She’s the one who built the tea industry, one back-breaking day at a time. This isn’t art—it’s a postcard from a rigged system.

Writer's Underground

Outlines are great for mapping out your intentions, but once you start writing, things tend to evolve. Characters in fiction might take on unexpected traits, themes might emerge organically, or new evidence in nonfiction might push your argument in a slightly different direction. The result? Your finished draft may no longer align perfectly with your original plan. Bring in the reserve outline. A reverse outline helps you evaluate what your draft actually says versus what you intended to say.

The reverse outline forces you to confront your writing’s architecture—the invisible framework holding it all together. When you write, especially in the heat of inspiration, your ideas may flow in fits and starts. You can easily end up with a piece that feels complete but lacks cohesion. By summarizing each paragraph or section into a single sentence, you can reverse-engineer your work. This process exposes the critical structural issues, like these pitfalls:

Weak or Missing Transitions: Does one idea logically lead to the next, or are you abruptly shifting gears without signaling the change to the reader?

Redundancies: Are you circling back to the same point repeatedly without adding new depth?

Structural Gaps: Did you unintentionally skip over critical steps in your argument or story, leaving readers feeling lost or unconvinced?

Tangent Traps: Are there detours that stray from your central theme, no matter how clever they seem?

Think of the reverse outline as a diagnostic tool. It helps you identify what’s there and what’s missing.

Night Track

Leave with this night track, and until next time, keep your lamp burning and your mind wandering. The best insights often come after dark.

[mchlgayser]

Please can you do a : Chubby! Reader x Jude Bellingham

Fluff or smut or both no matter :)

Like I really need it

𝐂𝐔𝐃𝐃𝐋𝐘 ft jude bellingham

𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬: Just Jude being extra cuddly with you.

𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: fluff / ✮

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠: none

𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬: Thank you for this one special request anon! I'll try my best and fulfill this to the fullest (even though it is short). I wanna thank you all that's been requesting from one shot to another, I appreciate it a lot! I hope you have fun reading this and have a great day/night ahead! xoxo

You were cooking in the kitchen with your apron on when a hand suddenly snaked around your form, you chuckle and swiftly turn your head around 'Morning, Judy!' You shafts, turning around, and went to peck his lip 'Morning, Godhead!' He caressed your hand before he left your figure to the fridge and grab a bottle of juice 'You want some?' You hum ushering him to ready plates on the island's top 'Yes please, the food is almost ready as well!' You topped two pancakes on his plates and did the same to yours 'What toppings would you like?' You asked referring to the maple syrup and the chocolate one.

He points towards the chocolate syrup and you pour some on him and put the maple syrup on yours. You two settles down and chucked in to the breakfast 'You got practice today?' You asked cutting on your pancake as you bit it down.

'No, I asked for a day off. Want to spend time with my favorite' He playfully bops your chin using his fingers and you blush 'Yes, thanks. I needed that.' He laughs before continue consuming.

It is now three in the afternoon, you and Jude are in bed cuddling with each other, a laptop on his lap as you two focused on the movie ahead.

'Jude, I need to get up. I got to do my assignments!' He whines tightening his grasp around you 'No! I want to stay like this longer! You are so nice to hold!' He commented, tightening even impossibly closer to you, his chest on your side as he wiggle around like a youngster. You huff at him, pouting a little 'But you said that on our second movie. This movie is our third and almost ended!' His frown deepens 'Do you not love me anymore, Y/n?' He asked like a pretend broken child making you awed 'Of course, I do. But I got works--'

'Then stay.' He ordered wrapping an arm around your neck and bringing your head to his chest in an attempt to joke around but you wheeze 'I can't breathe!' He immediately lets go and you laugh 'That hurts, Jude idiot!' You bashed joining him in a small laugh.

You two indeed stay around for another three to four movies after that with Jude being extra cuddly than usual.

'Why're you so unusually cuddly today?' You asked letting him lay down on your belly 'Just because.' You look at him with a knowing look making him exasperatedly sigh

'I love you, you know that?' Your eyes widen at the sudden outburst but you chuckle either way 'Of course I do, why are you asking such a foolish question, Jude?'

'Then stop bashing your form and look so much. You are my baby girl because I love you for who you are. Never get insecure about what other people say. I don't want to see you go downhill because of how you look. I think...No I know, you are perfect like this, just the way you are. You are the most beautiful woman I've met in my entire life after my mom. Your kind heart, your pure soul, your striking feature, and your glowing skin. I love everything about you. I mean, everything. If you dare hate any of your imperfections it means you dare to hate me. Your one and only. Understood? I love you...' He singsongs the last sentence and pounces you to the bed giving you kisses all over your face and hugging you hiding in the crook of your neck

'I'm the luckiest man alive!'

[girlwithwolftatoo]

hc of the moon boys with an s/o that feels self conscious during sex, how would they help them relax and get off?

Moon boys + wholesome stuff gives me life.

Steven Grant:

*He adores showing you love and praise, so he may trigger your self consciousness without knowing. But Steven is a good observer, and as soon as he notices something's not quite right, he'll ask you about it.

*Soft smooches on your face is his main attack to help you relax, while reminding you how lovely and great you are.

*Praise, praise, praise. He'll talk wonders about your appearence and how perfect you're for him while going slow and nice. Remember, Steven isn't well aware of his body and how it actually looks (all those remarkings about Marc's good looks can give you a clue for this), so he perceives you as "too much beautiful to be with him" and he feels like blessed with your presence.

*Steven does this so well you quickly forget about your "flaws" and lack of self confidence. He can make you feel loved and adored, the way he sees you and kisses you and holds you just confirms his thoughts and feelings towards you, and it helps to brush the stress away and make you wrog comfy with yourself with every new encounter.

Marc Spector:

*As usually, Marc doesn't like to emphasize in physical features on you or himself. He's aware of how he looks, but the least thing he wants to do is giving you extra pressure for fitting in a unnecesary beauty standard, he loves you just like you are.

*But being naked makes people feel vulnerable in any situation, and when you curl and try to hide from him using your hands or nearby pillows and blankets, he can either imagine you're scared (if it's your first time together) or you are embarrased of yourself -which for Marc, has no reason to.

*"Baby, look at me" he asks, cupping your face and deep staring at your eyes "We can stop whenever you need, but please... could you give me a chance to show you something?" He'll kiss you from the tip of your fingers to the back of your hand, holding it against his cheek as his free hand travels through your arm, gently caressing your skin. "I'd wish you could see what I see" he mutters under his breath, eyes bright like filled with stars "That you could see how perfect you are"

*Marc doesn't talk as much as Steven, he rather leaves his actions speak his mind out. He even allows you to cover a little if you don't feel specially comfy showing some things and he'll simply touch you under the blanket. But when you grow more confident, he'll ask you to see you.

Jake Lockley:

*This man has a thing for everything about you, including your body. Are you thin and slim? Great. Are you curvy and chubby? Magnificent. You have marks on your skin? Well, who doesn't? You forgot to shave? How could he care about it when he's about to grab your waist and sit you on his dick to pound into you like you deserve to?

*His action plan is making something different to Marc or Steven. He knows it's hard to not be so aware of someone's looks, so he rather points them when you do it (not before) and say something positive or even funny about it. "Wait, Jake-" you shut, using your hand to cover something. "What is it?" he wants to know, and gently makes you lift your hand. He simply smiles and plants a kiss on that weird-looking mole. "You know how these are named in Spanish?" you shook your head. "Lunares" he answers "Because people think these are related to the Moon"

*Because Jake loves having his hands on you at any chance, it slowly helps you to feel less stressed during sexy time. Like in a daily basis, he'll grab your legs and hips and feet and whatever he can lay his hands on, along with nice, reassuring words. He doesn't want you to be oblivious of your appearence, he wants you to love it just as he does.

*If things get complicated, he'll hapily show you his own scars and physical imperfections, asking you if you love him less because of them. "You see, mi amor? How could I stop loving you when you're sl gorgeous?"

[narumika]

hi hi!! can I request hcs of arashi with a s/o thats insecure abt their body ? dont forget to take care of yourself and drink water !!! thank u ^^

୨୧ tags : @nnatsume @yumetokashite

୨୧ cw insecurities, self depreciation. tooth rotting fluff, got a little personal damn

it was right before a date with you and your girlfriend, arashi. you prodding and poking at yourself in the mirror while looking over every blemish and imperfect feature. you tried to avoid this, avoid feeling yourself break at the seams, try to listen to past reassurances from your partner, but your mirror was something that was needed to finish putting on the last pieces of your outfit.

your eyes blurring from the tears and feeling sore from the grip you had on certain parts, specifically your thigh. a mole that seemed placed incorrectly was picking and eating away at you, thoughts jumping from "why does it look like that?" to "why am i worrying? it's not like anyone will see. stop overreacting you dramatic baby." neither of these thoughts helping to calm you though.

after the long time of examining yourself in the mirror you sat on your bed, feeling exhausted and drained after all of the self hatred you thought of, not even noticing how late it had gotten. arashi, after about 5 minutes, burst through your door sweating, panting, and worried. "{NAME}! oh my god you're alright." she pulled you in, not yet noticing your tear stained face and red eyes. lifting your head up, she finally got a good look at your face as a look of pity painted her features.

"{NAME}.. you've been getting into your head again, that's why you were late." she pulled away to shrug off her jacket, then pulling you in again. her hands took yours and started rubbing your knuckles, as she asked "what spiked the thoughts this time, if you don't mind me asking?" you told her about the mole, then about more and more things about your appearance that has been bothering you. "the mole on my thigh doesn't look right, the way my clothes fit isn't right, the way my hair is done doesn't match my outfit, i look ugly. i'm not fit to be dating someone as beautiful-" she put a finger to your lips before starting up again. "you're just as perfect as i am, dearest. please don't put yourself down just to lift me up, all of the things you're saying about yourself or what you're thinking are farther than the truth. you're the most lovely person i've ever met and you've got an amazing personality to go with it. you're prettier than anybody i've ever seen darling and i want you to remember that. just because some people point out certain parts, or some parts don't look perfect, doesn't mean you as a whole is an ugly person. nobody is perfect, but i think you'd make an exception. you're beautiful, smart, kind, and are stronger than most people i know."

you felt your cheeks sting with every tear that fell, squeezing arashi in a hug after and muttering a small "thank you." she separated you two and peppered your face in kisses before standing up and helping you up as well. "do you wanna go watch {your favorite movie} and cuddle?" you nodded and squeezed her hand, she squeezed back as she got your softest blanket off your bed and led you to the living room.

[sugarsweb]

Tatsumi Kazehaya x Fem!Reader

LET ME SHOW YOU. You're feeling insecure, and Tatsumi knows just the trick to make you feel better. (Originally posted Sep 23rd)

Contains : Very light NSFW, groping, body worship, Fem!Reader, not proofread

Word Count : <1000

18+ content underneath the cut. By clicking 'Keep Reading' you are knowingly reading content made for people over the age of 18. Read at your own discretion.

You wipe your makeup off, sighing as your day is finally over. The city is quiet, the moon has risen and the stars twinkle in the sky - it feels like you can get a breath of fresh air. You look at yourself in the mirror, looking at your features; your beauty marks feel like they’re almost highlighted, as you’ve finally removed the rest of the foundation from your face and you can finally scrutinise every imperfect spot on your body.  

Your insecurities scream back at you as you stare at yourself - why can’t you just have a smooth, clear skin like the others? You’d give just about anything not to feel self-conscious about your marks as they litter over various spots on your skin. 

Just when you feel the back of your eyes pricking with tears, your boyfriend’s voice sounds out from the other side of the closed bathroom door. 

“Darling?” He says. “Are you alright?” 

You wipe any remnants of your negative feelings off from your face, opening the door and peeking to see Tatsumi smiling down at you. 

“There you are, I was getting worried. You didn’t really talk during dinner, so I assumed…” 

“No, don’t worry,” You give him a small smile in return, “I’m fine. Just a little nausea, is all.” 

You feel bad about lying, but you think to yourself that your lover wouldn’t understand your feelings about your insecurities. Not like it’s his problem, anyway. 

Tatsumi nods to your answer, albeit hesitantly. You know he doesn’t fully believe you, but he drops the topic for now, getting ready for his nightly routine as you walk out of your shared bathroom. You decide to change while he’s not looking, taking your work shirt off to exchange it with one of his old t-shirts that you use to sleep in. As you take your pants off and prepare to switch into your sleeping shorts, your eye catches one of your beauty marks on your leg, and you feel your stomach twist. 

Your moving pauses, and you just stare at it, your mind running wild once more. Tatsumi walks back out of the bathroom, but you don’t notice how he catches you staring at yourself. As he watches you inspecting your skin, he finally understands what’s going on. 

He makes his way onto the bed, where you’re sitting with your back facing him as you sit on your side of the bed, still lost in your thoughts. You nearly jump out of your skin at your boyfriend’s gentle touch, his hands rubbing your shoulders in a weak massage. His head rests in between the crook of your neck, and he leaves a kiss right where one of your beauty marks resides. His warm lips against your skin makes a pleasant shiver run down your spine. Tatsumi hums, his hands moving to where your own rest in between your thighs.

“Please, tell me what’s wrong.” He speaks gently into your ear, kissing the shell of it as he lets you speak. 

You don’t even know where to start. 

“Why can’t I just… have perfect skin like the rest of them?” You say. “Without these marks all over me - they’re just stupid spots all over me, and I know it sounds dumb when I say it out loud, but…” 

You trail off, trying to stop yourself from crying as the tears once again prick at the back of your eyes. You turn to your boyfriend, your hand coming up to stroke his face. The two moles underneath his left eye are somehow still visible in the moonlight pouring into your room, and you assume your marks are just as visible as well. 

“Yours are perfectly placed, like some kind of painting. But mine… they’re just spotty.” You finish your rant, your hand falling back into your lap, turning your head away from him once more. 

Tatsumi is oddly quiet, and you’re about to check to see if he’s fallen asleep (god knows he needs it), but then he starts sucking at your neck, right below the beauty mark he had previously kissed. You gasp at the sudden action, and his hands start delicately trailing your body, as if he’s trying to memorise it by touch alone. 

He pulls away after leaving a mark on your neck, and his voice leaves goosebumps along your skin. 

“You’re beautiful, darling.” He says ever-so-sweetly. He moves to make room for you on the bed, gently lowering you onto your back and taking your (or his, really) t-shirt off. 

Once your skin is exposed, he kisses a beauty mark right on your collarbone as his left hand gently trails along your neck, leaving feather-light touches in its wake. The sensation is soft, yet truly intimate, as it continues down further to cup your breast. 

“I want to kiss every beauty spot on your skin,” He says after pulling away from another gentle kiss on your chest. “I want you to feel good about yourself, because these marks are a part of you, and they’re gorgeous - just like the rest of you is.” 

Your face heats up at his words, and it’s hard not to smile. Tatsumi gives you one as well, going back to leaving short and light kisses to every mark that’s exposed to him. His hands continue groping at your body, and you sigh out in bliss. 

“You’re beyond perfect, my love.” He says, kissing a mark right on your chest. “Why don’t you let me show you how gorgeous you are?” 

Tatsumi looks up at you, awaiting your consent, and once you nod, he lowers himself even further. 

The next morning, you wake up to dozens of love bites across your body and you look at yourself in the mirror, smiling at the beauty marks on your face. 

You feel gorgeous.

[cocoa-goat]

hey! I was just wondering what your take is on albedo, kazuha and xiao’s ideal type/what they look for in a partner? no worries if this isn’t your kind of thing or if you’re busy :D sending love either way <3

What they look for in a partner || Genshin Impact

Quick notes: Hello thanks for the request, and it’s alright! I managed to write for all three of the boys, so I hope it’s up to your expectations! Also please keep in mind that these headcanons are all based on my personal opinion and are not meant to be taken seriously. Thanks for your understanding. ヽ(•ө•)♡

Featuring: Albedo, Kazuha, and Xiao

Warning/s: None

Albedo Kreideprinz

Albedo isn’t very strict when it comes to the standards of his significant other. He will love you just the way you are.

He will adore everything about you, including your imperfections; because to him, your flaws are what make you beautiful in his own point of view—just like his artwork which mostly consists of paintings of you.

But as for the personality, I think he will love it when you know how to respect his boundaries.

We all know that Albedo is mostly busy in Dragonspine working on his experiments and concoctions; and most of them have proven to be quite dangerous, so it’s best you step away when he warns you about a certain experiment and such.

He only does this because he doesn’t want to cause harm to you just because of an experiment that somehow went wrong, much less blew up.

If by any chance you do get hurt, his eyes will widden and he’ll immediately rush to your side to check if whether your injuries are major or not. Either way, he’s still pretty worried. And when he’s finished patching you up he’ll tell you to be more cautious while he’s working, so please be careful. (；´Д｀)

Adeptus Xiao

Considering his past, Xiao has a tendency to push people away and build a wall around his heart, blocking away any signs of attachment towards them.

It would take a lot of patience and understanding for you to break down his walls, and if by some chance you succeed in doing so, Xiao has already devoted himself to you before you even realize it.

Xiao may also have trouble attempting to open up about his feelings and emotions, but he’s trying his best—and he’s trying for you. So all he asks in return is for you to understand him and perhaps provide him even just a tiny bit of comfort. He’s more of an actions speak louder than words type of guy.

Xiao mostly runs his errands alone, without any companions; whether it be protecting Liyue or conquering demons. And since he’s been alone for such a long time, he has to admit that it does get quite lonely for him. So he’s thankful that he has you to keep him company every once in a while. Even though he doesn’t actually ask for it, just take the initiative to talk to him and he’ll eventually get comfortable around you.

He wants someone who he can trust to be with him throughout his highs and lows, but at the same time he’s also afraid that he might affect you with his karmic debt in any way.

Often times he will wonder if he really does deserve someone like you in his life to the point where he’s doubting it. He’s in constant need of validation from you so please reassure him, he really appreciates it. ☹️

Kazuha Kaedehara

Kazuha grows fond of people who are openminded, carefree, and accepts him for who he really is.

He also loves the type of person who’s compassionate about their goals and someone who’s determined to achieve them, just like him. That’s what he looks for in a partner because these qualities will automatically match his vibe; just like a perfect pair.

Kazuha doesn’t really mind your looks, instead he focuses more on your personality and your kindness of heart. Gentleness is also a trait that he looks for in his significant other, and it’s honestly what he loves the most about you.

One of Kazuha’s passions are writing poetry, and he’ll recite them to you once he thinks its worthy enough for you to hear about it. He will love it when you acknowledge his work and know how to give the right criticism in order for him to improve. :)

As we all know, Kazuha is a wanderer and there’s no permanent place for him to stay. And even if he did stay in certain areas, it would only be temporary. He’s mostly away from you, but he will always make sure that he can pay you a visit to spend time with you every once in a while. All he wants is for you to be patient and wait for his return.

If you ask him to let you travel with him, then he’ll happily oblige; unless he knows it’s dangerous and there’s a possibility for you to get hurt. This might cause him to make excuses in order to prevent you from traveling with him.

But don’t get me wrong, he does this because he cares for you, and he knows you care for him as well. He just doesn’t want you to get hurt so he’ll really appreciate it if you understand his true intentions.

My apologies if some of my points seem a little rushed, I’m still in the process of improving my writing. But thanks for reading, and have a great day! :D

[softlymellow]

flaws -- B.B

pairing: Bucky Barnes x ! insecure reader

word count: 1.8k

warnings: angst and talk about body image, insecurities and a persons flaws. 

summary: reader compares herself to Natasha as she see’s her and Bucky getting close. She think’s he doesn’t have feelings for her due to her not being perfect and because of her flaws but Bucky reassures her it’s not. 

note: i hope this imagine isn’t taken this wrong way as me trying to romanticise someones insecurities. if i did please dm me or let me know so i can help fix it!! i promise i wasn’t trying to make anyone feel bad or anything and EVERYONE IS SO BEAUTIFUL IN ALL SHAPES AND FORMS and everybody is insecure about something and that’s completely normal but you are loved and you are perfect and you don’t need a man ( or girl! ) to tell you that. hope you guys enjoyyy

You loved being the reason he smiled or laughed.

 Not that he would do it often, his face masked from the trauma he experienced. But when you were the reason he was happy, it gave you almost a sense of pride, but it was taken away from you.

There she was, Natasha Romanoff. 

Her incredible orange hair that sat on her shoulders was eye-catching, her glowing skin and her full scarlet lips complimented her appearance tremendously. 

You couldn't blame her. She was everything you couldn't be and everything you should be. Yet, the lump that rested in the back of your throat was difficult to ignore as you watched Bucky and Natasha interact with each other. A genuine laugh arose from the male, yet you could only wish you were the reason he laughed.

It wasn't as if you weren't friends with him. Hell, it seemed like a lot more to you. Maybe only to you.

You pulled your knees to your chest and hugged them tightly, watching the pair chatter among each other near the dining table as you reside in the comfort of the couch across from them.

Steve sat beside you, busy fixating himself on his new cellphone and playing around with the features.

You drew small circles on your knee to comfort yourself, ignoring the voice that was calling out to you.

"Y/n!" Your head snapped to your right, looking at a semi-concerned Steve. "Almost lost you there," He chuckled while you rubbed your eyes, gaining your full attention.

"How do you change the ringtone?" He innocently asked, poking his phone.

"Just go to settings and search it up." You told him, relocating your gaze to the pair. Steve hummed as he did what you instructed him. You sat quietly before you began to chew on your fingernails, thinking of every possible explanation on why Bucky would choose Natasha over you.

It almost felt as if you were being toyed with, one minute you'd be two peas in a pod, often being teased as one of the only people Bucky began to get close to other than Steve. On the other, he'd be flaunting off to every girl he would see.

"You know you should stop staring before you make it obvious," Steve whispered next to you,  jumping at the sudden break in thought and looking over to a smirking man.

"Steve," You hissed, glaring at him, "before making what obvious?" You innocently asked, attempting to cover up the embarrassment you felt.

Steve shot you a knowing look and you felt your cheeks flare-up, "Shut up."

"I didn't say anything," Steve responded with a smug expression. You rolled your eyes jokingly before turning your attention to Bucky.

"You should give it a shot, yknow," Steve whispered.

You shook your head 'no', snapping your gaze to Steve, "Trust me," He said in a hushed tone. Looking back to Natasha, you couldn't help the sickening feeling as you watched the pair flirt with each other.

"What would he see in me that he wouldn't in Nat," You mumbled under your breath, not intending for Steve to hear.

"You wouldn't know," Steve cleared his throat, poking at his phone with a pleased look on his face. You tilted your head as you narrowed your eyes at him. Getting up from the couch, you had decided to leave to wallow in your sadness.

You made your way past the pair and you heard the silence that fell among them, their gaze darting holes in your back as you walked away from the room.

Ignoring the distant mumbling behind you, you made your way towards your bedroom. Locking the door behind you, you hadn't bothered to turn the lights on. You dropped on your bed as you felt a swarm of emotions hit you. Once mostly consisting of jealousy.

You took out your phone and headed straight to Instagram. You scrolled through for what could only be interpreted as hours before you paused on a single post that lied on your feed.

It was a picture of Natasha that was posted only a few hours ago. It was taken during Tony's infamous parties last night, one that you had skipped out on due to feeling ill. She sat on a red velvet couch, and she wore a skin-tight black dress that sparkled in the light. She held a drink to her mouth as her red straightened hair fell over her eye. You had noticed that Bucky liked the picture, and you felt the tears brim your eyes. Your grip holding the phone as if your life depended on it suddenly faltered as it fell beside your head, briefly missing your face.

Getting up towards the large mirror that was framed on the closet door, you noticed every imperfection on your figure. Your hands travelled to your shirt as you pulled it off your body, leaving you only in your bra and your negative thoughts.

Your eyes wandered to every flaw, the extra fat and skin on your stomach. The way your body wasn't the perfect hourglass figure. Your fingers traced over your stretch marks that lied on your hips, feeling the slight dent in your skin. Tears began to fall down your face. Your flabby arms and that your breasts wasn't the ideal type.

Sitting on the ground in front of your mirror, you hugged your legs tightly against your chest as you sobbed.

You couldn't fit the standards that were made. The more you looked and the more you scrolled, just end up bringing newfound insecurities. That was a problem you had faced many times during your life and you began to doubt yourself. You would rather be anybody else, feeling unfit in your own body, one that was especially for you. All you saw was what you should be. A happier person, a prettier girl, and a stronger Avenger.

You threw your shirt back on, making your way towards your bed. Lying your head down, you allowed yourself to think about nothing. Empty thoughts. Thoughts that had no meaning and brought you no use.

A knock on the door brought you back to your reality. Getting up, you brushed away the tears that stained your cheeks as you sniffed. Suddenly feeling exposed, you pulled your sleeves down to hide your arms before opening the door.

Your eyes widened as you saw a concerned Bucky waiting outside. His eyebrows furrowed upon seeing your puffy eyes and your red cheeks.

"Can I come in?" He politely asked, his eyes watching every move you made. You nodded, not trusting your voice.

You stood aside, allowing Bucky to slip into your room as you shut the door behind him.

You leaned against the door, your arms crossed against your chest as you waited for him to say something.

He sighed, not knowing where to start, his hands ruffling his hair. "Are you avoiding me?" He obliviously asked. You could almost laugh at how stupid of a question it was.

Your lips could only quiver as you attempted to respond to him. "What?"

"Doll, I don't know if I did something wrong, but you seemed pretty upset back there." He tilted his head and pressed his lips together.

You shook your head as you bit the insides of your mouth, "No, no, it was nothing." You muttered as you sat on your bed, staring at your palms.

"Doll, I know you well enough to know when something is wrong." He shot you a small smile.

"Do you like her?" You instantly regretted saying that, your insecurities creeping in again.

Bucky was taken back by the sudden question, his eyebrows raised in confusion. "Who?"

"Natasha."

"What, no. Where'd you hear that from?" He enquired.

You looked up at Bucky, tears glossing over your vision. "I've seen the way you look at her, Buck."

"No, Y/n. I've never liked her."

"You don't have to lie for me. I mean, what's there not to like. She has the perfect body, face and hair and-" You were interrupted by his sudden grasp on your hands.  

"And you don't have those things?"

"I-I don't." You whispered.

"That's a lie, and you know it." His firm voice alarmed you as if you somehow offended him.

You got up and kept strong eye contact with him. "What are you trying to say, Bucky? Have you seen me?" You scoffed and started to point and poke around your flaws.

"There's nothing wrong with your body, doll." He said in a calmer tone, realising you were insecure about your body image.

"Bucky, you can just stop faking it. Go back to Natasha." You muttered, sniffing as you looked down at your feet.

"I don't love Natasha, Y/n! I love you, doll. I always have." He confessed, slightly panting as he raised his voice.

You stood still, finding it difficult to believe in his words.

"I love you and every part of you." He took your hands in his and planted a small kiss onto your knuckles.

"Then what about-"

"Forget about her, doll. I tried to forget about you through her. Steve told me." He looked up to your eyes, watching your reaction.

You felt the heat creep onto your face as you realised he knows your feelings towards himself.

"Do you really?" You asked, hope in your eyes.

He nodded, still holding your hand and planting small kisses. His kisses travelled up towards your arms as you felt a swarm of butterflies swarm your insides.

"I love your arms," he left a trail of kisses as he went further up.

"Your shoulders," he mumbled against your skin, a tingling sensation was left after every kiss as you felt yourself biting your lip in admiration.

He made his way towards your neck, loving the way you tensed under his touch. "Your neck," he kissed behind your ear as you bit back a moan.

You tilted your head, allowing him to move further, his lips moving alongside your jaw. He finally reached your lips and caught your gaze on his. His lips were mere inches apart from yours, you felt his breath fan over yours.

"Your lips," he whispered, his mouth slowly reaching yours as they gently kissed. Your lips dancing over his, enjoying the moment. His lips were soft against yours and he kissed you as if you were fragile, something to not be tampered with.

He slowly let go of you, his forehead against yours. "I love everything about you, doll. Don't doubt that and don't compare yourself to other women. You're equally if not more beautiful than them." He whispered, pecking you on the cheek.

"You'll realise your worth, Y/n." He kissed you on the forehead.

You felt better after Bucky had come found you that night. Your insecurities didn't go away, instead, you found them as someone else's treasure. And that made you feel better.

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a/n: man that last part has me embarrassed.