Love Gardener
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Scernario:
MC opens their arms after a long day and says "I need love and affection." Their S/O happily obliges.
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Heartslabyul Edition-
Riddle:
Boy is shy af
Once the question fully leaves your lips he turns scarlet
You thought he was angry at you for asking such a "insolent" question and was about to leave when he grabbed your wrist
He stuttered out, "I-I would like t-that very much."
Smiling you lead him over to the bed, lay down and pat your chest, signaling him to lay down as well
Shakily he sat down, and laid his head on the spot you were patting
Shy boy quickly turns into emotional boy
He's never experienced affection quite like cuddling
(Mother Rosehearts is awoman of high class, she can't be seen being affection, even to her own flesh and blood)
He cries softly into your shoulder whilst you pet his hair and whisper sweet nothings to him
Eventually he falls asleep from crying so much ❤️🩹
"*sniff*Mother...*sniff* why?"
Ace Trappola:
Oooh boi
Now listen Ace, while very physical affectionate, is a tsundere
With that comes his denial of liking any physical affection
You could be straight up hugging him like a koala to it's tree and he would say, "You're so needy all the time, give me some space."
Then 5 minutes after giving him said space he goes,"..I actually liked that could you do that again?"
This mf-
But anyway, once you ask him for some much needed cuddles he "reluctantly" agrees
On the inside however
He's doing the f-ing Carleton
He stoked to hear that you want to be so close to him ❤
"Huh? You want t-to cuddle? F-fine, but don't be surprised when I take all the blankets."
Deuce Spade:
Mans is both excited and scared
More accurately, a nervous wreck
He's never been this close to with anyone besides his mom
(Deuce 100% would cuddle with his mom when he was a little kid)
Being so close is a new experience for him
However he was determined to learn
When you guys went to cuddle his shoulders became as stiff as rocks, face bright pink, and heartbeat about to jump out of his chest
You tried petting the top of his head to calm him down a bit but that just made him more tense
So you just decided the best course of action was to lay on his chest
Don't ask him about his heartbeat, because he's just gonna turn into a stuttering mess💙
"My heartbeat? I- uhm, it's just that- uhm"
Trey Clover:
Mans is too sweet
The moment those words leave your lips he stops everything
(Which made you a little scared that he was upset at you)
He looks over at you with the sweetest, most adoring gaze and says
"Of course darling, just let me finish making these sweets for the unbirthday party and I'll cuddle you for however long you need."
HHehdbshjwvsjHavshduehhsAAAAAAAA
IT'S TOO CUTE MAKE IT STOP
Once he finishes up he carries over to his room and attacks you with his love
Like legitimately bombs you with kisses and hugs and IT'S TOO MUCH
GAAAAAAAH💚
"You know you can for cuddles anytime. All you to do is just ask."
Cater Diamond:
My boy here is exploding both on the inside and the outside
Long story short, he's all over you oon the outside and completely panicking on the inside
To be quite honest with you I don't think Cater is quite used to tons of affection
He probably isn't even that touchy of a person tbh
But when it comes to you
He just melts into your arms
All he wants is to lay his head on your tummy and listen to the sounds of your heartbeat and gurgling of your stomach
He also doesn't want this to ever end so let's hope you went pee before bed🧡
"What are doing babe? Stay with me, it gets cold without you here."
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Hello everyone! No I am not dead, just trying recover after some serious burnout. Sorry I didn't tell y'all about it but I'm back and I'm hopefully gonna start making posts more. I plan on making a masterlist to both introduce people to me and my blog but also make it easier for people to find whatever the heck work of mine they want to read. I have something pretty big coming in the very soon future that I'm very excited about and I hope you all are as well. Anyway, thank you for reading this end part rant and I hope you all have an amazing day.
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at some point it's just like. do they even fucking like the thing they're asking AI to make? "oh we'll just use AI for all the scripts" "we'll just use AI for art" "no worries AI can write this book" "oh, AI could easily design this"
like... it's so clear they've never stood in the middle of an art museum and felt like crying, looking at a piece that somehow cuts into your marrow even though the artist and you are separated by space and time. they've never looked at a poem - once, twice, three times - just because the words feel like a fired gun, something too-close, clanging behind your eyes. they've never gotten to the end of the movie and had to arrive, blinking, back into their body, laughing a little because they were holding their breath without realizing.
"oh AI can mimic style" "AI can mimic emotion" "AI can mimic you and your job is almost gone, kid."
... how do i explain to you - you can make AI that does a perfect job of imitating me. you could disseminate it through the entire world and make so much money, using my works and my ideas and my everything.
and i'd still keep writing.
i don't know there's a word for it. in high school, we become aware that the way we feel about our artform is a cliche - it's like breathing. over and over, artists all feel the same thing. "i write because i need to" and "my music is how i speak" and "i make art because it's either that or i stop existing." it is such a common experience, the violence and immediacy we mean behind it is like breathing to me - comes out like a useless understatement. it's a cliche because we all feel it, not because the experience isn't actually persistent. so many of us have this ... fluttering urgency behind our ribs.
i'm not doing it for the money. for a star on the ground in some city i've never visited. i am doing it because when i was seven i started taking notebooks with me on walks. i am doing it because in second grade i wrote a poem and stood up in front of my whole class to read it out while i shook with nerves. i am doing it because i spent high school scribbling all my feelings down. i am doing it for the 16 year old me and the 18 year old me and the today-me, how we can never put the pen down. you can take me down to a subatomic layer, eviscerate me - and never find the source of it; it is of me. when i was 19 i named this blog inkskinned because i was dramatic and lonely and it felt like the only thing that was actually permanently-true about me was that this is what is inside of me, that the words come up over everything, coat everything, bloom their little twilight arias into every nook and corner and alley
"we're gonna replace you". that is okay. you think that i am writing to fill a space. that someone said JOB OPENING: Writer Needed, and i wrote to answer. you think one raindrop replaces another, and i think they're both just falling. you think art has a place, that is simply arrives on walls when it is needed, that is only ever on demand, perfect, easily requested. you see "audience spending" and "marketability" and "multi-line merch opportunity"
and i see a kid drowning. i am writing to make her a boat. i am writing because what used to be a river raft has long become a fully-rigged ship. i am writing because you can fucking rip this out of my cold dead clammy hands and i will still come back as a ghost and i will still be penning poems about it.
it isn't even love. the word we use the most i think is "passion". devotion, obsession, necessity. my favorite little fact about the magic of artists - "abracadabra" means i create as i speak. we make because it sluices out of us. because we look down and our hands are somehow already busy. because it was the first thing we knew and it is our backbone and heartbreak and everything. because we have given up well-paying jobs and a "real life" and the approval of our parents. we create because - the cliche again. it's like breathing. we create because we must.
you create because you're greedy.
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Lucius Fox is in the drive thru for some coffee, and like. He's just. He's had a time, okay?
He's stuck on some equations in regard to the amount of torsion a joint would go through if it's half in his dimension and half in another, and it's driving him up a wall.
He's been up for like forty-eight hours, he's tired, he's thirsty, he just wants a coffee, and also how to solve this dilemma.
He doesn't expect the barista in the drive-thru he's ranting about the engineering issues to actually provide decent feedback, and give him a few alternatives.
So he rushes to the pick-up window, not even caring to order, to look at this godsend of a barista.
It's a scrawny kid with black hair and blue eyes, looking startled. Boy can't be more than eighteen.
He asks what college the kid is going to, or plans to go to.
To his absolute horror, the kid-Danny, according to the nametag-says he can't afford college. That he'd had a stint in highschool where he just hadn't been able to focus, and his parents had spent every penny they had on their own inventions.
So that was why he was a barista; because if he worked there for four years, they would offer tuition assistance.
Which.
No. No no no no no.
Lucius pulls around to march into the store, Bruce Motherfucking Wayne already blearily on his phone.
He is getting this kid, and any friend of his, into college.
If Bruce won't foot the bill, he will.
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I think so many people are so deeply alienated from themselves that they have no clue how to exercise their free will and autonomy. For some, this alienation runs so deep that they are afraid of their own autonomy and humanity. It is completely understandable why one would have those feelings, but it can be worrisome.
I want to help others who feel this way, so here are small things I have done to exercise my free will:
Add "guilty pleasure" songs to playlists and actually listen to them (I have a ton of late 1990s-early 2000s music I listen to now proudly that I never listened to in the past out of shame)
Getting the décor item, bath set, bed spread, ect. in the patterns you like, even if it's "childish" (I got a dinosaur-themed wastebasket from the kids' décor section and I adore it)
Taking a new route to get to a place you go to often
Eat dessert first
Celebrate well, and often
Collect things that are "odd" or don't seem like an "acceptable" thing to collect (somebody on my "for you" page collects dandelion crayola crayons and it was so cool!!!!!!)
Incorporate one new piece in an outfit you wear frequently (e.g., a new chain, a necklace, ribbons, bracelets, ect.). Challenge yourself to add onto the outfits if you feel up for it.
Sing along to songs without worrying that you sound "good" or your intonation is completely accurate
Read a book from a genre you weren't allowed to read as a kid (comics, thrillers, mysteries, anything!)
Walk without having a specific destination or goal
Pick up a new craft without expecting yourself to master it or to ever be "good" enough. Get your hands messy.
I don't want to shame anybody for not feeling as though they have free will or that they are exempt from exercising it. However, I wanted to give ideas so that you might read this list and find your own ways to express your intrinsic autonomy and will. You deserve to be a person, to feel alive, not just living. That is what our lives are for.
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