#poor touch-starved boy

[linskywords]

He looks like such a good boy... i bet he would look so pretty glassy eyed and whimpering and begging

Everyone commenting to this effect is so correct.

Also I swear I'm not writing his WYL story right now BUT last night I decided on a new way to torment him. Basically Dylan comes to him in juniors and is like, so...uh not sure if you're also a secret sub, but if you are then maybe we can help each other out...and Connor, due to the terrified repression, has to be all, no, nope, not interested in that, sorry. So Dylan slinks away. But then he comes back later and is like, okay, since you're a dom, maybe I can just kneel for you sometimes?

Connor: you really shouldn't be kneeling for anyone, that's super risky

Dylan: wow, bold of you to comment on a dynamic you don't even share. stay in your lane, dude

Connor: ...of course you can kneel for me sometimes

So then Connor has to sit there once every week or two and watch Dylan get the thing he wants desperately for himself and pretend he enjoys giving it to him. It's not too bad, except for the misery.

[changeofpace]

absolutely adore your art!! and the way you draw characters, may i humbly request a merthur hug

@myoonmii thank you :) hugs for you! and a closeup under the cut.

[breezy-cheezy]

Febuwhump day 1: Touch Starved

Boy can’t say something like “I don’t deserve to cry” and NOT expect a hug....

[fulfillingbineeds]

2x3 - Nathan protecting Simon scene ( •̀ᴗ•́ )

bonus

[winterweary]

Solomon is so used to being alone and unwanted that he still gets startled by every touch of affection you give him. Jumps when you touch his elbow as you step next to him, shifts when you reach for his knee under the table because he thinks he’s crowding you. It takes a while for it to sink in that those touches are because you want to be close to him and even then, when he plays it cool, it still makes his heart flutter every time.

[ferahntics]

The smallest gestures can move mountains for someone.

[slightly-hellish]

So my hot-take fanon of the week is this.

A lot of people say Dabi/Touya does not want kids, because ✨daddy issues✨

I honestly believe the opposite, I think the compulsion to out do Endeavor includes the idea of having kids, he knows it’s not a good idea, but that doesn’t stop him from wanting it.

To be the dad he never had. He doesn’t know the first thing about parenting (obv) but he does know what not to do.

Not saying he would be the best Dad in the world but he would try his damndest. He would do everything he wished he could’ve done with his dad, giving his kid(s) a fun time while healing his own inner child.

He’d definitely be one of those dads that is like the wife/baby mama/ s/o has a adult child. He’d be just as dumb as the kids, and they’d all get in to trouble like ‘fuck mom is gonna kill me’ causing the kid(s) to giggle themselves half to death.

He wouldn’t care about how powerful their quirks were, or if they even had any, he’d love them no matter what and would in a second jump to burn the world for his family. The family he chose and that chose him.

just my two cents tho.

smutty p.s : totally has a breeding kink, man stuffs you like a Twinkie and you can’t tell me otherwise. possible breastfeeding kink, cus you know mans also has mommy issues. (same tho)

i’d literally die for him.

[wonderful-bellies]

It's time to Rowan and Luke doodle dump! Also featuring the au where they're a little bit killy

[blackholesun321]

oh i never said we had to LEAVE the angst we just need a small palette cleanser

that being said… do you think sabo ever enjoyed preening until he met ace? or did he view it as something at first he needs to do in order to keep up the illusion that he is happy and then it just turns into something to keep the itchiness of poor preening at bay

does ace know enough about preening to be gentle? the bandits seem more of a ‘tough love’ type and i think that might transfer to preening, not out of malice but just out of nature

and when you are a rough mountain bandit you aren’t generally all that well versed in such things as being soft, caring, or generally good for the upbringing of infants. yea sure you can keep the thing /alive\ but it wont be pretty and when the kid seems content to run off on his own and only come back when you send out a goon to hunt him down so the terrifying marine who dropped the brat on your doorstep doesn’t arrest you? well whos gonna say no to that?

Nobles, as a given, will, in every chance and at every opportunity, refuse to do something if someone else can do it. To preen one’s feathers or someone else is considered a degrading thing, and children grow up in this environment, starved of emotional contact aside from maids and servants who clean and oil, pull molting, or, perish the thought, broken feathers from their wings. Preening, to Sabo, is a cold, distant thing. He has no context for flock bonding, aside from the medical aspects taught from tutors. He only learned to do it on his own so he didn’t have to rely on anyone, even the servants in his household, before he left.

Ace has never had a gentle hand to hold him his whole life. Dadan tries, but she wasn’t made for the soft down of children’s wings. She helped as much as she could, but then Ace came to her at six years old, already the angriest child she’d ever known, and told her to, in his words, "fuck off" when she tried to preen him for the night. The next day, she handed him supplies for self-preening and told him to come back and ask for more if he ran out or lost shit. Ace learns from a young age that preening is something to be worked through, like brushing your teeth or taking a bath. It is a chore, and the one and only time he decided to approach the bandit preening circle, he had healthy feathers pulled out, whether from inexperience with fledgling down or malice. Ace vows never again and, from then on, became as self-sufficient as he could when it came to his wings. It doesn’t stop his wings from looking like a horror show. Sure, they’re clean and oiled regularly, but still as wild and untamed as you would expect from a forest child.

Ace knows what bonding is from an outsider's point of view, but he's never experienced it, aside from Garp trying to shove his own pristine white feathers into his black and orange down. Sabo, aside from the medical knowledge of bonding, has no reference points for social activities that involve building a flock. They bond anyway; instincts are not so easily overcome. They give presents and shiny things they’ve found, help each other hunt, and give away choice pieces of food. They help build each other's nests, but they don’t touch each other's wings. Sabo still burns or buries or destroys his molted or broken feathers (as a noble, all feathers were destroyed immediately upon molting; you couldn’t have a rival family giving your feathers to wear in someone else's wings or hair. Blackmail for societal pofa or assumed incompetence were and is very powerful thing). Ace still leaves his scattered across the forest floor. They stick to themselves and their routines until that is, Luffy arrives.

This small ball of white and black and green and red down who wears others' feathers in clothes on his hat and braided in his hair and wings without a care. He takes Dadan's molted feathers and makes them into a crown for himself. He has a bright red flight feather, lacquered for longevity, and kept safe in a box, but sometimes he'll attach it to his hat. He gives beetles and seashells out like smiles and is always willing to add more to his own collection. He even once grabs Ace's wing to fix a twisted, newly grown flight feather and gets punched for his efforts.

He's annoying, alien in his mannerisms and completely, utterly impossible to get rid of. They hate him for every uncomfortable thing he represents and every small feather he collects to hold out for them to take. He twists something in them, something raw and wanting, empty they never knew existed. And then Porkami happens, and they see this small, flightless, bloody fledgling willing to die for them, smiling even as they undo the ropes holding him up. Even as they slowly nurse him back to health, one day at a time, and he still offers them the newly broken feathers from his useless wing. That hollowness snaps, and Ace and Sabo, gently, ever so gently, slide those feathers into their own ruffled down and feel themselves becoming a little more, something that feels like whole.

[grym-and-dark]

A quick little zelink headcannon

Link is so touch starved that when zelda was running her fingers down his back for the first time he shuddered at the feeling.

She pulled away and asked if what she was doing was okay and all link could force out was a quick "don't stop"

I like to think it's "worse" around sensitive spots like his back or his ears.

[katspause]

Crowley has the energy of a cat who pretends to be aloof until you leave the house for an hour and then he’s all WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN pet me no I’ll bite you NO pay attention to me this instant ok go away now NEVER LEAVE ME AGAIN

[sadcatjae]

cw: mentions of torture, chains/restraints

imagine a whumper who's starved for company. they suffer from such crippling isolation, that after they torture whumpee, whumper just...sits there. in the cell. beside whumpee.

they sit there all through the night, arms wrapped around their knees as they stare into the dark, knuckles still aching from the countless blows they rained down upon whumpee. they savour the sound of whumpee's strained breaths - a constant, comforting reminder that they aren't alone.

they move closer to whumpee and lean into the limp, unconscious form chained to the wall, desperate for the feverish heat emanating from whumpee's battered body. heat. breaths. another heartbeat. another human.

a part of them wonders if they should stop hurting whumpee. maybe hold back on their punches. ingratiate themselves to whumpee by giving them more food. more water. a blanket, perhaps.

but outside of their work - whumper doesn't know anything about people. they don't know how to be liked. how to be normal. they don't know how to be kind or touch in a way that doesn't cause pain. and the dream of a real human connection is just that - a dream.

so they just sit there in the cell, in the dark, sitting beside whumpee and pretending that their dream isn't just a dream. at least for tonight.

[fountaincas]

pictures that make me go insane and tear my hair out:

[gracie7209]

These two 🥰

Rewatching Chapter 4: Sanctuary and seriously the tension is off the charts ❤️

[hazbinsponsoredbyvee]

Lucifer you were alone for a long time, your touch starved, so naturally you clung to Vox, and he showed you genuine care. I can understand why you did what you did, but it just means you need to be more careful in the future

"... Yeah..."

[everythingwasalreadypicked]

So, uh supercalifragilisticexpialidocious everyone~

Alabaster rubbed his eyes and checked the status of his runes. He had 4, 5 if he was willing to take risks, hours before Lamia would caught up to him again.

He looked at the mattress on the floor of his temporary base. It looked...tempting. Maybe if he closed his eyes—

No. There was no time for naps. He needed to find a way to get rid of the monster on his trail. And another place to crash if-when Lamia would discover his current hiding place.

Research. Then back to the roads. He didn't have the luxury the simple mattress offered. He ignored the stinging of his eyes.

"You're never going to get anywhere with this."

He whipped around towards his mattress. And the figure sitting on it. The misty figure kept shifting like a kettle's steam. It's eyes; iris, pupil, sclera were all glowing green. Just looking at it hurt Alabaster's eyes.

He blinked a few times, trying to remember if there was someone here before, how it went past his runes; before panic hit him. It went past his runes.

He scrambled back, knocking down his chair in the process and assumed a combat position.

The figure sighed, furrowing it's brows in disappointment. "Were we always this paranoid?"

Alabaster tensed. "We?"

He watched in quiet horror as the figure had morphed to his look-alike.

"Yes, we. You're never going to get anywhere with this." It-he repeated. "You're drained."

Alabaster scowled at his doppelganger as he patted the spot next to him. "I'm not."

And yet, even as he said it he knew it wasn't true. He could barely keep his eyes open, or move his burning limbs. Last time he was running he had realised he had forgotten his spell book of all things, and had to go back which gave Lamia the opportunity to rake her claws across his back. They still hurt. And he had run out of both ambrosia and nectar, there was only so much he could do with mortal medicine.

"We are. And too proud to admit it." The doppelganger got up and strided purposefully toward him. Alabaster, instinctively took steps back until his back hit the wall. "But you don't have to lie to yourself, no matter how much I know we love to do it."

Alabaster breathed heavily as the thing pushed him against the wall. Gods, had it been this corporal before? Shivers went down his spine as he tenderly caressed his face. "You're not me." He choked out.

"But I am. Your darkest powers and deepest desires."

Alabaster blinked back tears as he held the wrist of the hand caressing his face. "What do you want?"

"We need to rest. I can help with that. And Lamia, too."

"How?"

"Let me take over."

"I can't," he swallowed, "I can't allow that."

The other looked at him with the care he hadn't seen in months, not since his exile, it made his heart ache. "No one you care about is alive, Alabaster. No one who cares about you."

'But me.' went unsaid.

"I'm tired." He admitted as he collapsed into the other's arms. Gods, did it feel good to be held again. There was nothing his mother could do in that aspect, not when the tyrants above the sky banned any physical interaction between them on top of his banishment, leaving them to only rely on dreams.

He felt number by seconds, as his brain started to feel stuffed with cotton and the joyful laughter of his siblings echoed around his mind.

"Then sleep, Alabaster. May you never wake again."