#whoops went a lil overboard

[roguelov]

this might be a bit too dark (if so just ignore this)

we all know that hob loves life and people and loves being immortal and still wants to continue living even after everything he's been through

now what if their young soulmate is the opposite? they're depressed and don't want to be immortal and live forever, they're very pessimistic and nihilistic and kind of antisocial

then dream and hob meet them and try anything they can to help them fall in love with life and with people and showing them that there's so much to live for

Sweetheart this is just perfectly angsty and fluffy I love it

Perhaps when you are greeted with the idea of immortality (and believing you are the only one at first) you are just filled with dread and heartache. What do you mean you’ll live forever? Longer than your family and friends? As in you’ll have to bury them all and any new friends you may make it will only end with them six feet under? Perhaps you also think of what’s the point especially in this society of working endlessly to just make ends meet? That the only way you see of living is just working your body into the ground and nothing else

Then you meet Dream and Hob, maybe you go to the New Inn for a drink (and just to get out of your bedroom) and stumble into them. They try to talk, well more so Hob and you just smile and be polite and don’t say much. Maybe you think it’s best to keep your distance from people to protect your heart, and to be honest you’re also not all great with small talk. But after a few more visits Hob and Dream slowly break you down to open up more to them, and then they start to fall in love with you

Only for you to close up and shut them out.

You don’t come to the New Inn again and they are saddened. So cue a small adventure where Dream and Hob search through the Dreaming to find you, and with Dream’s powers they find you quickly. They see you just alone in a rotting forest just sitting there with a frown deep in thought. How could someone with such an infectious beautiful smile look glum, they thought.

Maybe you see them and just curse to yourself thinking how these two gorgeous and kind men are now haunting your dreams. And without believing it’s truly them, you just vent. You go on this speech of how could they love you, how can you keep living in a world that is dying before your eyes, how can you keep going when everything is telling you to just quit and give up but you’re forced to keep marching.

And that’s when it all clicks for Dream and Hob, and their hearts simultaneously break: an immortal who doesn’t see the beauty in living. They slowly approach you and each take your hand, which you let them because hey it’s all a dream why does it matter. Dream takes you to a sunny beach where other dreamers are playing.

‘Living can be difficult,’ Dream begins. ‘But, what makes it easier is joy in the small wonders such as how the sun kisses your skin, how a child’s laugh can mimic their parent’s, how flowers and plants can grow in the most strangest terrains.’

Hob tightens his grip on your hand. ‘Or how you carry all those around you in your heart. Those who are gone are not lost. They live within you forever, as long as you live so do they.’

In an instant you finally breakdown, you cling to them as they comfort you. You don’t care if it’s a dream, you are just thankful for their warmth. ‘You two are so wonderful, I just wish I didn’t run away.’

Hob chuckles, ‘Then find us again, we’ll be waiting’

Then once you awake from your stranger dream, you set out to the New Inn to find Hob and Dream and there you truly begin to live. They show you all the wonders of the world from the big to the small, they teach you how to cope with immortality, and they show you how to love and receive their love. You were immortal, but ever since that fateful day you thought you were doomed. Now, you realized you had be reborn and Dream and Hob had shown you that

[carousel-moth]

unicorn sona!! i love himb....

[enoshimastims]

Aqua Request... TWO!

Could I get a stimboard for Aqua from the Kingdom Hearts series, with black/blue and slime and corruption and such? Themed around her dark/corrupted/evil form!

Please no F/O tags!

Prommy, that's my last Aqua one for now!

- 🦊

[xavthew0rld]

Don't think twice, you'll be dead in a second Turn your eyes, from your hands to the heavens Kill your pride, turn your fear into a weapon AND DON'T YOU FORGET IT

semi-affiliated, Good-aligned playthrough Tav from BG3 can be played as a Tav or a companion, depending on verse

a study in; what it means to 'be good' and to 'do good', strength against all odds, the difference between knowing a story vs. living it, the struggle between empathy and ruthlessness, losing yourself and finding it again, learning how to trust, friends in unlikely places, and more

#xavthew0rld

[yun-fangz]

HI UM can I hear your hcs for sub!Jongho please 😵‍💫

Oh boy, CAN YOU.

This has been the easiest ask response of my life…. I am very passionate about sub!jongho yup yup. i also have more versions but this is the softer more tame ver. he's really so versatile i can't just pinpoint him as one kind of sub

warnings: mentions of spanking, pegging lol

(A/n) I could’ve swore i answered this (maybe in my head) or i just never saved the draft/posted… whoops!

18+ mdni, hcs are under the cut !

The cutest most adorable baby ever

very obedient and shy

He flushes so easily, his ears and chest turning a bright red at just a couple of words/actions

He seems so confident in himself but it's so easy to break him down into a puddle.

Super sensitive! both emotionally and physically

especially his nipples, he can nearly cum just from them being toyed with

It's not easy to manhandle him, considering how big he is compared to you, but he loves it when you just have your way with him

did i mention pillow PRINCE!

loves to lay back or be in whatever position, as long as he's feeling good

he's super bashful at first, hiding his reddened cheeks and muffling his whines and moans

it doesn't take long for your praises to coax him out of his shell though, soon he has no shame letting out noises or asking for what he wants

don't spoil him too much though, he can be a greedy and bratty little thing

not big on choking on anything of that sort

however if you give a couple spanks (read; a lot) he'll be a crying and babbling mess

he just has such a nice ass i just want to knead it and play with it all day like a sensory toy

a dirty secret of his..... hmmmm

pegging 🤫

he used to think it was so dirty and demeaning but fuck, after the first time he couldn't get enough

he's never came so hard in his life

even when he's not getting fucked, put a little something there (plug/vibe) and he's a GONER.

he likes it especially when you're fucking him and playing with the soft flesh of his ass

LOVES praise

tell him how good he's taking you and see how fast he can shoot one

he's satiated pretty easily, only needing one or two rounds before tapping out

it is however very easy for him to get riled up, he gets off almost daily

overall he's just a dream boy

be careful though not to spoil him too much, let him get comfortable enough and he can be a bratty and teasing baby

(a/n): sorry if i went a lil overboard or put some stuff you didn't like, a lot of this stuff is me projecting. lmk what you think and please send more sub!jongho, he's my favorite. i also have twt links that i might add into my main jongho twt link post so lmk if you're interested in that too 😪

[mushsect]

hey remember that oarfish doodle I did, I wanted to do a lil test and got carried away and went overboard instead

whoops

so here is a mock cover for that design I did of that goober my friends made, as well here is a brighter alt version I like but doesn't feel deep underwater enough imo

[ofthecaravel]

lipstick menace Danny, quick! Jake's hair is in a bun, his neck is vulnerable!! 💋

Whoops, somebody went a lil overboard

also pspsps @streamsofstardust this answers ur ask too

[loudsnob-kev]

after some rest i realize i went a lil overboard with baseball posts and i apologize whoops peepoSmile

[a-lil-perspective]

Hamilton Writing Prompt List:

“Stay alive until this horror show has passed.”

“If you repeat yourself again, I’m gonna scream.”

“I don’t pretend to know the challenges you’re facing, the worlds you keep erasing and creating in your mind.”

“So long as you come home at the end of the day. That would be enough.”

“Oh, am I talking too loud? Sometimes I get over-excited. Shoot off at the mouth—”

“So this is what it feels like to match wits with someone at your level; what the hell is the catch?”

“You’re like me. I’m never satisfied.”

“How ‘bout when I get back, we all strip down to our socks.”

“I’m sorry, is this not your speed?”

“Most disputes die and no one shoots.”

“When you smile; you knock me out, I fall apart, and I thought I was so smart.”

“You don’t even know what you’re asking me to confess.”

“It’s much harder when it’s all your call.”

“I don’t have a dollar to my name, an acre of land, a troop to command, a dollop of fame. All I have’s my honor, a tolerance for pain, a couple of college credits and my top notch brain.”

“And I got y’all knuckleheads in loco parentis.”

“I probably shouldn’t brag but dag I amaze and astonish.”

“Can we agree that duels are dumb and immature?”

“Don’t do a thing, history will prove him wrong.”

“See, I never thought I’d live past twenty. Where I come from some get half as many.”

“If you take your time, you will make your mark.”

“No more sex, pour me another brew.”

“They will tear each other into pieces. Jesus Christ this will be fun.”

“No one has more resilience or matches my practical tactical brilliance.”

“I swear that I’ll be around for you.”

“It’s hard to listen to you with a straight face.”

“And all he had to do was die. We oughta give it a try.”

“Hate the sin, love the sinner.”

“You say our love is draining and you can’t go on. You’ll be the one complaining when I am gone.”

“Do not throw away your shot.”

“I know you hate him, but let’s hear what he has to say.”

“God help and forgive me, I wanna build somethin’ that’s gonna outlive me.”

“Be careful with that one, love. He will do what it takes to survive.”

“I’m looking for a mind at work.”

“When you were mine, the world seemed to burn.”

“Time to get some pistols and a doctor on site.”

“I got sorta out of sorts with a buddy of yours; I may have punched him, it’s a blur.”

“He looked at me like I was stupid. I’m not stupid.”

“I’m past patiently waitin’; I’m passionately smashin’ every expectation.”

“Let’s take a break tonight, and then we’ll teach ‘em how to say goodbye. You and I.”

“I am nevertheless too sensible of my defects not to think it probable that I may have committed many errors.”

“If you’ve got something to say, name a time and place, face-to-face.”

“You stand only for yourself, it’s what you do. I can’t apologize because it’s true.”

“Stop crying, goddammit, get up.”

“I get no satisfaction witnessing his fits of passion.”

“He seems... approachable? Like you could grab a beer with him.”

“Excuse me miss, I know it’s not funny, but your perfume smells like your Daddy’s got money.”

“I may not live to see our glory. But I’ve seen wonders great and small. ‘Cause if the tomcat can get married, there’s hope for our ass after all!”

“And when you said ‘Hi’ I forgot my dang name.”

“Everyday you fight like you’re running out of time. Keep on fighting in the meantime.”

“I’ll do whatever it takes. I’ll make a million mistakes. I’ll make the world safe and sound for you.”

“I know where to find you; piss off, I’m watching the show now.”

Drop a number and character (and scenario if you wish) into my inbox!

Feel free to reblog and use!

[bonetrousledbones]

44 and 58

44. Do you forgive Asgore for what he’s done?

i’m gonna be completely honest here whenever i see someone yell at another person for liking Asgore i just kinda

in all seriousness tho: i don’t think every character needs to be 100% morally correct in order for it to be “”””””okay”””””” for someone to like them. Asgore made a shit decision and some even more shit actions, but in his position, he didn’t have all that much of a choice tbh?? his kingdom was falling apart, his children straight up died and then his wife left him immediately after instead of trying to talk things out with him. he did the best he could think of to keep his subjects hopeful, and that meant finding a way out without risking the same thing that happened to Asriel & Chara happening to him, too.

Ugh I really rambled there but here’s some more: if i’m remembering correctly, it’s literally never been confirmed that all 6 of the humans before Frisk were kids. It’s also kinda implied that at least one of them was violent towards monsters (the *dusty tutu* paired with the ballet shoes that “make you feel incredibly dangerous”). So i’d say it’s not a stretch to assume that they weren’t completely innocent, y’know?

I personally think of Asgore as a pretty unlucky, but pretty damn well-written character in general. he’s not on my top 3 list of favorite characters, but I still like him a lot!

58. Your BROTP(s):

you’re gonna uhhhh notice a common theme with these:

papyrus & flowey

Papyrus & asriel

Papyrus & gaster

and Papyrus & Jevil

i just,,,,,, want him to have friends ok,,,,,, especially in deltarune like please just let him have FRIENDS TOBY–

[violints-a-blog]

                                   𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑, 𝐁𝐔𝐓 𝐃&𝐃.

RULES   :   fill out each as if your character was a dungeons and dragons ( 5th edition ) character. You can roll for stats ( using a d20 ) or fill in what you feel would fit your character best! you can use this website to help you out! TAGGED BY   :  stole it from @useknives​ bc OF COURSE I DID TAGGING   :   @fourthseal​ @sixthtm​ @apocalypsedeterrent​ @fatespin @thaegeiro

CHARACTER NAME.      vanya hargreeves.

CLASS & LEVEL.       multiclass   —   level 1 warlock   (  patron   :   fiend / reginald hargreeves  )   &   level 2 bard   (  college of lore  ). BACKGROUND.         inheritor / haunted one. RACE.                         tiefling. ALIGNMENT.              neutral good / true neutral.

STRENGTH.               8. ( -1 ) DEXTERITY.               19. ( 0 ) CONSTITUTION.        13. ( +1 ) INTELLIGENCE.         15. ( +2 ) WISDOM.                    12. ( +1 ) CHARISMA.                17. ( +3 )

ARMOR CLASS.         11. HP.                               26. WEAPONS.                 rapier. SPELLS.                      lightning lure   ,   thunderclap   ,   hellish rebuke   ,   mage hand   ,   prestidigitation   ,   dissonant whispers   ,   earth tremor   ,   unearthly chorus.

PERSONALITY TRAITS.           ' i have little practical experience dealing with people in the outside world. ’   /   ‘ i’ll settle for nothing less than perfection. ’   /   ‘ i am horribly, horribly awkward in social situations. ’   /   ‘ i don’t talk much. i let my music do my talking for me. ’ IDEALS.                                      ' aspiration   :   i’m determined to make something of myself.   /   i’m going to prove that i’m worthy of a better life. ’ BONDS.                                       ‘ i will face any challenge to win the approval of my family. ’   /   ‘ i’ve been searching my whole life for the answer to a certain question. ’   /   ‘ my power has been locked away and i’m only now exploring it. ’ FLAWS.                                        ' i judge others harshly   ,   and myself even more severely. ’   /   ‘ i’m never satisfied with what i have   —   i will always want more. ’   /   ‘ i don’t know who i am   ,   and i fear i never will. ’

[buildupbrick]

hi I’m here to be nosy - darling button and angel!! ✨

omg, thank you!! 😭

darling - what romantic gesture makes you feel the most loved?

 It may not seem that grand but I love it whenever someone tells me that something they saw/heard made me think of them! It makes me feel loved whenever I hear that I was on someone’s mind during the day!

button - do you have a type? what is it like?

oh boy,,,,,, I’ve noticed that a lot of my crushes either have lighter hair (blonde/silver/dusty rose...) or curly hair! I’m also really into piercings lately?? However, I also tend to like people who are kind of the opposite of me (lol I’m really into the opposites attract trope). 

angel - what’s one character trait that you like about yourself?

hmmmmm, I really like that I manage to get along with the people around me?? It’s a tie between that or the fact that I could never hold a grudge against someone no matter what  

cute nickname asks!

[mrvlbimbo]

saul smacks his girl/ secretary's ass whenever they pass him.

Office misconduct but in a sexy way

Including but not limited to,

Her getting a little pat on the ass anytime she walks by him, paired with a mischievous smirk from him and a (not actually) fed up sigh from her

Him saying “toots, can u bend over and pick that pen up for me” (he definitely could have picked the pen up on his own)

Elaborating on the pet names his favorites are toots, sweetheart, and little lady

Him asking her to take a look at his paperwork and offering his lap as a seat (he knows what he’s doing) lazily explaining legal stuff to her while staring at her thighs

When he gets stressed she gives him a massage (she knows what she’s doing)

Late nights at the office with sooooo my sexual tension, nothing really needs to get done but neither of them want to go home yet

- whoops went a lil overboard here

[mainstreetinkwellisle]

Sorry about the long wait, buddies! I got a really sweet request for more Moe/Reader in my askbox and I just couldn’t turn it down. Hope y’all like it!

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The last thing you wanted to hear was a knock on your door.

All that you wanted that day was to be left alone. You could feel it coming up the night before, an aching feeling of dread in your stomach, a pressing urge behind your eyes telling you to cry… As soon as you woke up in the morning you immediately called one of the boys-- Westley, to be precise. You knew he would be the most understanding. But even then, you didn’t tell him you were just having a rough day, you put on your best act to tell him you were sick.

As much as you really just wanted to tell yourself to stay curled up in your blanket on the couch, you forced yourself to get up with your blanket wrapped around your shoulders like a scratchy cape. It dragged on the floor behind you as you made your way to the door, and you opened it up, wincing at the autumn-turning-winter chill of a breeze that came in. You fully expected to see Westley there to check on you, maybe with Silus tagging along.

But the only one at the door was Moe. He was staring at you in your glorious outfit of just your pajamas and blanket cloak, and you were sure you were looking less sick and more just like lazy garbage. You tried to shut the door on him, but he lifted up a hand and that stopped your meager attempt in its tracks.

“Hey,” he said. You weren’t quite sure if it was a greeting or if he was offended that you tried to slam the door on his face. Even after working with him for a while it was still hard to tell the difference. “You weren’t at work today,” he pointed out.

“Yeah,” you answered, turning your head down.

“Wes said you were sick,” he went on.

“Yeah,” you repeated, a little quieter.

“You don’t sound sick.”

“...Yeah,” you said, your voice coming out a little choked. The last thing you wanted was to be confronted about this mess. You didn’t want it to be a big deal.

There was a drawn out pause before Moe let out a sigh. “Can I come in?” he asked.

You wanted to say no. But you didn’t want to send him off already. You also didn’t want him to stand in the cold, so you nodded. You trusted him to close the door behind him as you wandered back over to the couch and plopped back down onto it.

You did, in fact, hear the door click closed. It was followed by the sound of booted feet coming closer, and the spot next to you was soon taken up by Moe while your couch creaked in protest from the extra weight. You glanced over at him, only to see him looking at you with that same damn vaguely mad expression he always had. Wringing your blanket in your hands, you lifted it up until it was over your head, effectively shielding you from his gaze.

That’s when you heard his sigh, coupled with him shifting a bit. You could hear something metal rattling for a moment before he spoke up. “Wes was worried sick. Probably still is. He made us make this for you.”

You peeked out of your blanket shield to see one of his large hands holding out a thermos to you. The cap was already pulled off for you, and you could see steam billowing from the top. You sniffed once, and that’s when the scent hit you. You sniffed again. Carrots, potatoes, onions…

“...You made veggie stew for me?” you asked, reaching out and carefully taking the container.

“Soup. Has to cook all day for it to be stew,” Moe answered. That got you to laugh. Even if Moe was serious, his delivery was dry enough to be funny.

For a long moment, you simply held the thermos in your hands. It was probably cool enough to take a sip, but you weren’t sure if your appetite was going to agree with you.

“Moe?” you piped up.

He gave you a hum in response. That was nicer than his usual grunt, so that urged you to keep going.

“Sorry. For not coming in today.”

“You’re fine,” he replied, lifting up a hand and resting it on your back. There was a nagging voice telling you that he was probably getting your blanket all dirty, but at the same time you couldn’t really bring yourself to care. Moe glanced down at where you were still holding the thermos in both of your hands. “You gonna try it?”

It’d be rude not to, wouldn’t it? You lifted the container to your mouth and took a sip right out of the thermos. It wasn’t scalding, but it was pleasantly hot, leaving a radiating warmth spreading throughout your body. It was as if your muscles finally relaxed, that depressive chill melted away.

You sniffled, both from the warm soup and the rush of emotions that seemed to wash over you. These boys really cared about you, you weren’t just someone that helped out in the gardens, you were a friend, and they were worried enough to look out for you. You reached out to set the thermos down on the coffee table before you scrubbed at your eyes. Jeez, you probably looked like a mess.

“Hey,” Moe spoke up again, and you carefully turned to face him with your body, your eyes were still trained downward. “Chin up.” He punctuated the words by physically lifting up your chin. His expression seemed to finally have softened. “You’re fine.”

Those might not have been the words you expected to hear, but they were appreciated nonetheless. You couldn’t really think to say anything, so you nodded in response.

That’s when his lips finally turned up into a smile. Moe carefully wrapped his arms around your blaket-covered back, pulling you close against his broad chest. This was the first time Moe ever hugged you, and it wasn’t like either of the other guys. Westley was much softer and always seemed a little hesitant when he hugged you. Silus was a twig, and hugs with him always felt spindly and awkward.

But Moe, he was sturdy. He was sturdy and strong and you felt safe in his arms. You let out a sigh, lifting your hands to rest on his chest as you closed your eyes.

Maybe things really would be alright.

[siempre-bucky]

Secret Valentine

Dympna Devers x Reader

Summary: You were forbidden to see him after your father heard about the brutality of the Devers Family. That didn't stop Dympna from creating a romantic Valentine's date for the two of you.

wc: 1.6k (I went a lil overboard)

A/N: surpriseeeee shortaayyyy I wrote this late last night. I'm in my valentines day era and my dympna era now...whoops. based on the lovely conversations I had with @mothdruid & @waspswidows. thanks for simping over him with me! ♡

With a pained grunt, you sat the final box of your dad's inventory in the back room of the small store, "Shit," you cursed as you leaned against the cold back door, your eyes glancing at the red streamers. A small smile adorned your lips as you caught your breath. Your mom insisted on decorating for Valentine's Day.

Straightening your spine, you went to walk back to the front of the store, until a repeating tapping sound pricked your ears, "The hell?" you mumble as you walked towards the window.

Pulling back the curtain you saw the blond boy with a hand full of stones standing in the alleyway. Your small smile grew, excitedly opening the window, "What are you doing here?" You whisper in case your dad could hear you.

Dympna Devers. The boy you fell head over heels for stood there in front of you with a smirk. "Can you get away, sunshine?" he asked, his normally cocky voice was laced with nervousness.

A small chill went through you. You weren't sure if it was from the fact you were forbidden to see the Devers boy or that he was asking you to go away with him in broad daylight. Your rendezvous happened at night when he could get away from his uncles, whisking you away to the safe parts of town where no one knew him.

"My dad, D," you sighed and looked behind you out of habit.

"It's only for an hour or two. He won't know, I promise." Biting your lip, you finally nod, quickly shutting the window.

Minutes later after a long detailed excuse you ran out of the back door, tugging on your jacket. It was actually Dympna's coat that was draped across your shoulders, he gave it to you one cold night while stargazing on the outskirts of town. "M'lady," he greeted as you collided with his chest.

Your warmth soothed the cold iron gate of his heart, allowing you in with a simple hug, your breath tickling the side of his neck. "Where are we going?" you asked as you pulled away.

Dympna took a step back, holding his hand out for you, "Somewhere your old man won't find us. Let's get out of here, yeah?"

There was no hesitation as you took his hand, letting him lead you to the bright red car your relationship grew in. You loved the nights in the passenger seat as he drove you miles, hours away from the harsh town. You got to see the real man in the driver's seat, his laugh as pure as the dawn of a new morning. He wasn't like them with their lifeless eyes and failing livers and hands that were forever stained with crimson.

"Put this on," he said over the stereo and roar of the engine, tossing a blindfold into your lap. You looked down from the greenery to the black bandana in your lap. The thumping of your heart was now almost as loud as the bass from the song.

A small wave of panic flowed through you. What if the blond in the driver's seat was taking you to your death? No, no. He liked you, he was different. Dympna wanted to protect you from his family. Betrayal sat back in the deepest depths of your mind, but it was still there. It didn't help that Dympna looked nervous, his fingers tapping the steering wheel and his leg bouncing wildly.

He quickly looked over, "Put it on, love."

Your lips parted, eyebrows raised in fear "Dym-"

"Do you trust me?" His voice was soft and kind, instantly pulling you out of your fears. Nodding, you tied the bandana around your eyes after taking in a deep inhale.

You didn't know how long it had been before the car came to an abrupt stop. Squirming in your seat as he uttered a quick apology, getting out of the car. That sudden wave crashed into again as Dympna opened your door, gently pulling you out by the arm. The thoughts inside your head were running wild as he lead you blindly.

It's ok, it's ok, you thought to yourself as you stumbled along the rocky path. You heard his instructions, nervously following them. He guided you up a few steps and inside a building. When his arm left you, the panic really set in, you might be met with a firing squad for all you know.

"Alright," he sighed, his voice a small distance away, "you can take it off now."

Shakingly your hands rose to the blindfold. Your worst fears subsided when you saw the familiar abandoned train car. Dympna stood in the middle, his fingers nervously toying with the sleeves of his brown sweater. Next to him on the ground was the most beautiful setup. A clear vase full of your favorite flowers sat in the middle of plates and bowls of your favorite foods, a red and white checkered blanket protecting it all from the dusty floor.

"Y-you did all this for me?" You asked him in shock, your smile widening along with his.

"Happy Valentine's Day, Y/N," he said, a blush rising to his cheeks.

You couldn't walk to him fast enough, placing your hands on his cheeks and pressing a kiss to his soft lips. His rough hands that felt way too much found their way to your lower back underneath the coat, his fingertips sparking a fire on your skin. "It's going to get cold," you giggle as you part.

Taking your places on the blanket you two finally got to relax. He opened up about his days that were spent apart from you, doing his best to keep the subject off the family business. It was second nature and it would slip, you winced in between sips of beer at the story of him beating someone up at the bar.

"Did you make any of this?" you asked, quickly changing the subject.

Dympna shook his head and ran his hand through his hair, "No," he laughed nervously, "Ehm, I didn't need all the girls askin' questions. I picked it all up this morning. Went to that diner you like so much."

You smiled sweetly and picked up one of the plastic containers, "Smells good though, little fawn," you giggled. He smiled at the nickname you had for him and threw his head back bashfully.

After you two polished off whatever was left in the tins, Dympna laid his head in your lap as you took a sprig of baby's breath and broke it into pieces to place in parts of his hair. The golden light from the sun coming through the graffitied window illuminated his face, your free hand grazing over the tattoo by his eye and the small scar below it. The silence was comfortable, it always was with him.

His blue eyes looked up to you, his hand reaching up to cup your cheek. "Would you like your present?" he asked with that tinge of nerves back in his voice. You nodded eagerly and wiggled in your seat.

Dympna quickly sat up facing you, crossing his legs. He inhaled deeply as he stuck his hand inside his jacket pocket, pulling out a little red box. His eyes followed you as you took it into your palm.

Inside the little box was a silver necklace with a small circle silver pendant, "Oh, Dympna," you cooed as you looked at the engraved image. The outline of a fawn with a sun behind it sat in the center of the pendant.

He rose to his knees and moved behind you, taking the necklace out of the box. "Since you can't wear my name or anythin'... I thought this would be nice. I mean, if you want."

You nodded and leaned back slightly, allowing him to place the necklace around your neck. "It's perfect," you whisper.

After you heard the clasp close, you rose to your feet, pulling your boyfriend up with you. "There's something I've been meanin' to tell you," he managed. He felt like his throat was about to close up.

Tilting your head, you took his hand into yours, "You alright?"

"Y/N I... I. Fuck!" he shouted, ripping his hand out of yours, walking away in frustration. You flinched at the sudden outburst, taking a step back.

"It's ok," you reassured him as you watched him pace, "we've got time."

"I wanted this to be perfect, I didn't wanna fuck up like this," he seethed.

You shook your head and slowly started to approach him. "It is perfect, little fawn."

He turned to you with red cheeks, anger etched on his face. "I'm tryin' to tell you how I feel about you and I stutter like a fuckin' idiot. I've never said it before. Not like this." Your head snapped up, your brain piecing together what words wanted to escape his lips.

"Dympna," you said calmly, "It's just us, I wanna hear it."

He unclenched his jaw and let you take his hands in yours again. He was a pile of nerves as he looked at you. You were pure, the best thing that had ever happened to him and this shithole of a town. You were a light that guided him from the darkness of his family. You were his sun. Dympna swallowed hard, lips parted to speak, "I'm in love with you, Y/N."

"I'm in love with you, Dympna. I think I have been since we met," you scrunched your nose and leaned in. He met you halfway, his lips gliding over yours delicately. He detangled one of his hands and weaved his fingers into your hair, drawing you in closer. Your hands trailed up his clothed arms to place them on his neck. The cold of the necklace had finally disappeared, another source of warmth now on your skin.

[csmeaner]

Gonna be a lil salty on purpose here, but I hate designers/artists who go out of their way to overdesign stuff or do something people don’t like and then put stuff like “think I went a lil overboard whoops!” Or “man i would never draw this guy again” etc.

Like ok, if you know that what you drew was tedious, obnoxious, and annoying, why the hell would other people not think that too.

only some people like overdesigned garbage because it's already made and nice to look at, but most of the time they just add shit for the sake of it. they don't care it's not their problem anymore