#Tw eye touching

[nartothelar]

But how much would that affect them once they are reunited? Emmet automatically dismissing Ingo when he does something bad for him, for one moment he forgets he actually is there again now and it's only when Ingo's warm and very real hand rests on his shoulder that he snaps out of it. Or Ingo seeing Emmet on the couch from the corner of his eyes and his blood runs cold, his brain is sure that something must be wrong, he's dying or badly hurt bc he is seeing the man in white again, and it's only when Emmet is holding onto his arms, saying words that he can't process through his panic, that he remembers where he is and that everything is okay now. It would be a while before they got back to any resemblance of normalcy after so much trauma they both went through.

are you real?

- ingo just recently returned; emmet can hardly believe it

- when he appears, emmet doesn’t look at “ingo” bc he knows he isn’t real (but also bc if he does, the illusion will be broken that much quicker)

- physical touch grounds emmet

#OUGHHH THATS SOME TASTY ANGST #also I hc that emmet is generally touch adverse unless you’re someone he trusts #subconscious guardian angel au #submas #emmet #kudari #nobori #ingo #pokemon fanart #pokemon #fanart #tw eye contact #ask #angst

[conjuring-ghouls]

ELIZABETH: Gothenburg, Sweden, 2017 (Thanks @ghelullu for the tip ♡)

#his EYES #i'm fine i'm fine i'm f- #also please click the link and enjoy how incredible this video is #i promise there's a good amount of mic stand touching hehehe #and i swear fall more in love with terzo every time i watch it #tw: flashing lights #the band ghost #ghost band #ghost bc #papa emeritus iii #papa terzo #papa 3 #terzo #papa emeritus 3 #papa iii #terzo emeritus #my gifs #eye contact #kinda

[heartscrypt]

TEN-FACED: A FANMADE TWST PV

[MINOR FLASH WARNING! PLEASE BE SAFE!]

(ft. cater diamond and trey clover)

heavily inspired by the ten-faced pv made by HannyaG! yes this was the project i was complaining so much about LOL it was a lot of work T_T but it's over... it's done with... and i think it looks good so : )

[REBLOGS APPRECIATED!]

#twst #twisted wonderland #cater diamond #trey clover #treikei #treycater #trey x cater #cater x trey #fanmade pv #heartscribbles #blood sweat and tears were put into this #so funny that my first major project isnt even the main ship on my blog Sorry guys #ive literally never touched capcut before this so any editors. close your eyes and pretend you dont see mistakes #finally i am free from my chains (i brought this on myself) #flash tw #tw flashing

[ex0rin]

Get that hair out of your face. Let me see. The Walking Dead S07E07 | Sing Me A Song

#cara gifs #carl grimes #negan smith #twdedit #the walking dead #eye trauma tw #gore tw #this is basically an undressing scene to me #cegan #what do you mean negan says #i can see your socket i wanna touch it can i touch it #right after this #honestly though what were they thinking

[uncanny-tranny]

If you mess with somebody's mobility/life-preserving aid and all you got was yelled at by the disabled person in question, just know you got off easy. Fucking with somebody's aid can easily become a matter of life-or-death, so you have to understand why somebody would "lash out" about that.

#disability #ableism #ableism tw #reminder that fucking with somebody's aid can easily be classified under physical assault (which is what it is) #still fuming about the time my dad talked about how other people would fuck with his CPAP machine since it *has* to be plugged in an outlet #like. do you understand that not having a CPAP machine can easily either severely negatively affect somebody or kill them.. #like why would the thought even cross your mind to risk somebody's life or wellbeing like that #but like. it just kind of reminds me that people can be really thoughtless about what they do and cause and effect #like at this point it's self-defense in my eyes and if you're yelled at i don't have sympathy #i will understand if you thought you were being nice but that's where my understanding ends #this is why i like when people have huge patches/stickers on their aids that are like 'DO NOT TOUCH ME' or 'I WILL BITE IF YOU TOUCH ME' #just as examples. but like. yes you shouldn't need to put that there in the first place but it is iconic #it is in-your-face and direct and it reminds everybody around you that it is up to *them* to treat *you* as an equal to abled people #it is bleak though and i hate that people have the need to put them there in the first place #if i ever needed to use more visible or 'obtrusive' aids then i'd absolutely do the same thing though

[eshithepetty]

Dog teeth

[ID: Art of Mob from Mob Psycho 100. He's standing beneath huge humanoid jaws, just so that the upper teeth are covering his head, and staring at the camera. Everything is red, the shadows mostly pitch black, save for Mob's irises, which are a bright green and yellow. End ID.]

#just a little something to ease myself back into this blog #this song still fucking. wrecks me in context of it being a mob song. to me .... #when hes cold on the inside. and when theres a dog in his heart #that tells him to tear everything apart .... when his bite is worse than his bark ..... #and when he ruins everything he touches and destroys everyone he loves ....... GODSSSS #mob psycho 100 #mp100 #art #kageyama shigeo #eye strain tw #image described #my own art #my own post

[guardian-angle22]

TK/Carlos + Touch

↳ 1.03 Texas Proud

#911 lone star #tk strand #carlos reyes #tarlos #tk/carlos + touch #is this the Most Iconic™ tarlos scene?? might be controversial to say but i think it might be #this was The Moment when you realize oh these two have a fucking connection #the EYE CONTACT #hot damn #also i heard people wanted angst today so I figured this was the perfect set to post for today #tw: blood #my gifs #episode: s01e03 texas proud

[puppyeared]

Bread and circuses

#vent #I need to touch grass #uuugghhh. eeeeuuuuhhhhggggggg #eye cw #eye imagery #eyestrain #eye strain #bright Colors #bright colours cw #disturbing #tw disturbing #ask to tag

[wrongspacetime]

Oh, do you hate Nirvana now? (...) Do you? Yes, okay? Fine, I don't like Nirvana. The guy was weird.

#high school #high school freevee #tegan and sara #sara quin #seazynn gilliland #kyle bornheimer #high school 2022 #tw f slur #tw d slur #highschooledit #dailylgbtq #wlwsource #mygifs #seazynn absolutely killed it in this scene #first acting gig? i'm so impressed #friendly reminder this is set in 1996 #patrick isn't a bad guy... he just doesn't know any better? #but i LOVE how nuanced it is #the realization clicking in his eyes and him understanding what she needs to hear #and the way you can see she's touched by the acceptance but won't compromise about him doing better #CHEF'S KISS #... also very interesting how she includes tegan in this when they're both avoiding to bring the topic with each other

[the-cat-at-the-theatre-door]

"You're so pretty."

Victoria's movements are soft, half formed, as though she'd not quite thought the action out before it started. She feels her ears heat up with embarrassment. It had been happening more often lately - moving before she can think clearly, as though dealing with two separate entities within herself, brain and heart. Perhaps Jennyanydots' amused diagnosis of "twitterpated" was not too far off the mark; there had certainly been enough reasoning to back it up.

Plato blinks, slow and confused, as though being pulled from a dream. And perhaps he was; he'd been staring at Victoria for the better part of an eternity, focused, but very clearly somewhere else. He did that sometimes - disappear somewhere she couldn't quite follow him, eyes hollow and dark. Victoria wishes she knew where he went; perhaps one day he'd tell her.

The staring, she couldn't fault, however; she'd been staring at him right back.

"What?" he asks, furrowing his brow.

"Pretty," Victoria signs again, submitting to having been caught, exaggerating the movement so he'd get it. Perhaps he'd been half paying attention, and only seen the tail end. "You're very pretty."

Plato wasn't much for laughing, Victoria had come to know - smiling, yes; Plato had developed such an easy smile over the year spent with them when they could coax it out of him. Laughing, on the other paw, not particularly, though he was never able to put quite into words why that was. Perhaps he was self conscious of the way it sounded; perhaps he hadn't much in regards to a sense of humour.

Be that as it may, for some reason, that affirmation plasters bewildered scrunches between his brows and his eyes practically disappear under his eyelashes. It even gets that odd, wheezing noise he'd make when particularly amused.

The queen could only be partially annoyed and a teeny bit embarassed - he was very handsome when he smiled, afterall, one fang hanging slightly lower than the other. An in consequential flaw that did nothing, Victoria thinks, flustered, than make him even prettier.

Victoria huffs. "What's funny?"

Plato tosses the motion back haphhazardly, as though brushing the thought aside. "You're funny."

"Not funny." Victoria frowns. "I'm serious."

Plato sobers immediately, smile gone as quickly as it came - it's like a candle being blown out; a night and day difference. The temperature in the clearing seems to cool as he continues to study her. There is an undeniable feeling creeping at the back of Victoria's neck that she may have mis-stepped somewhere, but all she'd said was...

She presses on, feeling an ache begin deep in her chest. She repeats herself, motions firm. "You're very pretty."

"I am not," he says after a long moment. There is an expression on his face that is difficult to read - he does not look embarrassed or pleased, even humbly so; he almost looks as though he is about to cry.

"Yes you ar-"

"You-" he points at her firmly, cutting her off, jaw set. The motion towards her is quick and harsh as a result, unsheathing his claws in the process. He startles as she does, horrified, staring at the space that has swelled between them; he is a breath away from scratching her.

"You," He points to her again after a moment, claw carefully pulled back this time. "Are very pretty. Not me. Look." He motions to the whole of himself, as though that were enough to dissuade her feelings. It only steels her resolve further.

"You look-" she insists, touching her paw pads to the delicate skin of his cheek to demonstrate. Plato flinches as though she'd hit him in retaliation; it looks to have been a struggle for him to resist moving away, but the desire is clearly there. There is fear burning in his eyes -anger and remorse and upset - like a bird trapped in a cage of teeth, waiting for its bones to snap in on themselves after the hunter had toyed with its prey.

Victoria pulls back, tangling her paws in her lap. The ache becomes a gnawing hurt. The fear in Plato's eyes burns hotter, guilt shining just beneath the surface.

"Please." Plato sets his jaw, and the fear fizzles slowly - forcibly - last of the flame suffocated. But he does not get near her again. He is gone to that place she cannot follow. "I cannot...do not lie to me."

"I am not lying," she manages, tears at the precipice of her eyelashes. The silence grows even heavier between them

"Then," he continues at last, breath hitching eyes wide and astonished, and Victoria feels ice settle at the base of her spine. After a moment, his expression dulls again. The smile on his face returns in a flash, a plaster over a wound, but it is bitter, cool. Empty. "You are being cruel? I did not think you had it in you."

#have this half finished nonsense too idk #Plato #Victoria #platoria #my fanfic #fanfiction #plato has body and self worth issues due to years and years of abuse #You walk in another world #Everything that touches you is moonlight and stardust; turns to gold in your grasp #I could only hope that being in your presence should do the same to me #I am stupid to think so #hahaha i'm sad #about this universe i mean #idk if this requires a tw but like plato has a very poor opinion of himself #and he's not mad at victoria - not at all - he is devastated that even she (in his twisted minds eye) would be cruel #and play with his feelings because he can't tell genuineness from a hole in the wall #but thing is victoria is 200% serious and besotted #not meant to imply any abuse or anything like that - macavity is just very close to plato's surface #in more ways than one and it terrifies him that he'll hurt her like macavity hurt everyone else #and the fact that victoria could be cruel in his mind? breaks his heart

[the-spooky-children]

The FNF corruption mod could never happen in SM because we all know in our hearts that, no matter what, Skid would end up being fucking fine

#he resisted eyes #he resisted the piper in the ost vid #he'd be good in that #he could get touched my a corrupted person and just stand like '':D'' while nothing happens to him #spooky month #skid and pump #skid #sm skid #tw swearing #tw cursing #fnf #friday night funkin

[that-jack-kline-bestie]

so fucking upset. i looked up what's considered concerning weight loss and got a statistic. i looked up the same question but specified teens and i got a bunch of articles about how to lose weight. what the fuck

#tw weight loss #? idk if that tags necessary but better safe than sorry #past this point there is discussion of ARFID and stuff #LMFAO also ive had a medium to mild case of ARFID my entire life and no one noticed past concern for my pickiness #i say medium to mild because ive gotten better recently #i even ate half a bowl of the noodles i dont like the other day. AND they had been touched by shrimp & cabbage juice & soft peanuts #i mean i did drown them in soy sauce first and got nauseous thinking about it the rest of the day. but progress #i mean. im the type of person to skip a meal or barely eat because i dont like the food available or its too loud where i am #my adhd impacts it too like sometimes ill forget to eat or wont be able to make anything that day #but like goddamn. a growing child should be gaining weight. 'we should keep an eye on that' every single time and then no action #you know maybe thats part of why my body hurts sometimes and feels weird and shaky other times #its hard to tell based on how bony i am or whatever because i also naturally am a string bean and im not. like. starving myself #i get the same comments about how i should eat more and how im so skinny when im healthy and when im not #or i used to. people are generally less intrusive now that im older #gosh i need to flex my metaphorical brain muscles more i put way too much thought into the wording of this

[asydicsydney]

Guess who started to write a fic during the great AO3 shutdown and finished a month later!!

Ever since I saw that post about Kevin being bird-coded, I've imagined him with wings tattooed on his back. Here is Carlos (and frankly, Kevin) discovering them while stuck in a Desert Otherworld

TW for average Kevin stuff (mentions of blood and injury), 1.2K Words

"Could I study you, Kevin?"

Kevin's third person camera flickers as he spins his chair to face Carlos in the shared office space. "Wha-ha-at?" His nerves bubbling up in laughter in the middle of the question.

Carlos continued, "I've done a study on Cecil before. You know, marking his Night Valean qualities. I wondered last nigh- yesterd- earlier... If you had any similar qualities, since you're doubles and all." He eyed Kevin up and down, searching for a resemblance that didn't quite come up.

"Ohhhh-kay!" His tone lilted up to hide his initial perception of the question. "But I can assure you, Carlos," his voice was tinged with blood oranges, "I am genetically identical to... Him. We are doubles."

"I'm not certain on that," Carlos corrected him, walking to his side of the office and lifting his arm up. Kevin flinches. He does not know if it is from trauma or affection or an odd twilight between the two. "You don't have tattoos like he does. You've seen his, yes?" An 'mhm' is squeaked out through pursed lips as he stares at Carlos' hand turning his arm over. He does not notice his nails digging into his palms. "He has these tattoos of tentacles all over. They move not quite on top of the skin like an animated film. And I know they're not really tattoos because they turn into real tentacles. It's... Fascinating. But you don't have any..." Carlos sounds oddly upset at his final note, dropping Kevin's arm back on the armrest.

Now that he's been freed of the clinical gaze and grasp, Kevin lets out a shaky breath. The desert otherworld may be stuck at 76 degrees Fahrenheit, but his arm and face are reaching the mid 80's, at least. Only now does he process what Carlos said. "I do have a tattoo, actually."

Carlos drops the notes he was returning to and turns on his heel. "You do? What is it? Where is it? Does it materialize like Cecil's? Can I see it?"

The mention of the rival radio host from Carlos' mouth gives him pause, like it has been for the past few months since they built their shared living space, but he regains his composure because, oh my smiling god, he's finally interested in something about him! He does not read into this reaction. "Of course!" He takes the hem of his standard-issue StrexCorp yellow sweater vest, with it's interlocking triangle design across the chest, and starts to pull it over his head.

"Woah, wait, I-I-I didn't mean for you to str-"

"It's on my back, Carlos."

"Oh."

-

The sweater vest lays piled on his office chair like the grand mountains of the otherworld. He feels this ethereal weight lift off of him. Must be the heat. Really, who wears a sweater vest in 70 degree weather? He positions his third eye just so to aid the process in unbuttoning his work shirt. No one really gets how hard it is to push little buttons though little holes when your depth perception is every which way. He usually doesn't even entertain the thought. Back in Desert Bluffs he could be summoned to a meeting at any moment. There wasn't time to change into his hot pink satin loungewear.

"Do you...need...help? With that?" Carlos snaps him out of his walk-in closet mind at the same time he snaps a button off of its thread.

"I'm fine," he smiles a panicked smile, a smile he's perfected though it is not perfect, "Why would I need help?"

"I can see you biting through your cheek."

A bloody stream of spit drips onto his lapel. He stops chewing and lessens his smile. The last button comes undone and he moves the third eye to look back at him because he can't believe it. He's wearing a Desert Bluffs town fair volunteer shirt. Originally yellow but stained orange by the blood dunk tank he was running. DBCR was a shining sponsor of the old summer event. He smells traces of cotton candy (and blood) and sighs while his face is hidden from view. He tosses the undershirt on to the chair with the other pieces of his work outfit and turns around. "It's neat, right? I can't exactly remember when I got it, but it moves just like...His."

Carlos's brain starts backlogging information. Kevin's gaunt figure, scent, the many scars and still open wounds, his usage of the word 'neat', and the faint gold depiction of wings that, true to his word, are moving. They seem stiff, individual feathers stretching back to full plumage. And although they are not quite as sentient as Cecil's tentacles, they seem to shiver with fear. Carlos traces the sunset arc across Kevin's shoulder blades, feeling the slightest singe on his finger. Unlike with Cecil's markings, he could not keep his hands on the heated skin, not without lab gloves or giving off wrongful impressions of intimacy. "Can you materialize them?"

"I... don't know?" The wings ache each time he tries to move them. Their unfurling requires the energy of a younger Kevin, one who has not been physically shackled to a desk and forced to read out stock reports.

Carlos scratches his five o'clock shadow (he had just started growing it out before getting stuck in a dimension where nothing changes) and 'hmms' thoughtfully. Kevin's third eye spectates Carlos' scrutinizing, he sees his own body tinge red with increased blood flow, and he sees Carlos stab himself in the hand with a scalpel.

"CARLOS! Are you okay?" He moves his vision to get a better look at the wound. Oh, how the blood oozes and gathers to start building a scab and how expertly trained on the location of certain vital internal parts Carlos must be in order to still be standing right now. He bites his lip and draws blood there too. He tastes it and wonders what Carlos' would taste like.

"Kevin. Your wings- they're- astounding." The third eye whips back around to see its body's wings in all their gold tinged glory for the first time in years. Unlike their inked form, the manifested wings are a stark white that ignore whatever lighting conditions surround them, although the tips of each feather still shine a golden glow.

"They...they are. But, how did you get them out? I was, um, distracted."

"Oh, right! Well, Cecil's tentacles can involuntarily manifest when he's excited, and I know you like blood, so I stabbed myself. I can't actually do any damage, the Otherworld will just heal it. Look-" Carlos raises his hand to where he thinks Kevin's looking, showing the complete lack of a scar or scab on his palm, "I'm not hurt. And-" he squints as he walks closer to his lab partner's wings, "These are just stunning. The way they emit pure light is mind-boggling and makes them really hard to look straight at. Can you fly with them?"

-

Kevin freezes while his body feels a rush of heat never before known. He sees the endless sky outside the Otherworld lab, with zero smog clouds and just one ever present lighthouse. He sees himself next to the red light, wishing it a good morning, and diving off the railing. He sees his town, his new town, from a perspective unlike those of his spectral eye. The masked army looks like regularly sized people and Carlos looks like a very scientific ant. He lands next to his radio station and he folds his wings back together before he lets them dissolve back into the golden tattoo under his magenta DBTCR tank top, the same color he used to see the world through. He opens the door and the vision dissolves too.

-

"I can try."

#yes this is a weird exploration into Kevin's independence after Strex #I'm not great with deeper meaning writing #explanations of my Kevin: #he only has his third eye which is a third person view so he can move it around #Cecil's tattoos are purple but become void black with purple tips. they're also chilled to the touch #Kevin's regular eyes (the ones Strex scooped) were magenta like Cecil's (a mixture between pink and purple) #the Carlos stabbing himself scene is possibly the funniest thing I've written #i do NOT remember how the ohhhh-kay is supposed to sound. don't ask #i wanted to reference my weather fic where i said DBT is 76 degrees. i am an idiot because body temperature is higher than air temperature #tw injury #tw blood #wtnv #welcome to night vale #wtnv fanfic #wtdb #carlos the scientist #kevin wtdb #kevin wtnv #kevlos but onesided but also Kevin doesn't know he's in love #desert otherworld

[bagelarts]

bored

#fall out boy #fob #fob fanart #pete wentz #a little less sixteen candles a little more touch me #my art #2023 #gif #eye strain tw #just in case?

[draconic-ichor]

Anticipation

#Mohg #mohg lord of blood #Mohgwyn #the horn almost touching #eye tw #elden ring #my art

[bionicle-ramblings]

Do I dare share a whump idea for Matau?

Yes😈

Tw for what is essentially fall damage and paralysis under the cut

So we all know how Matau threw himself off of the Coliseum after fighting and talking to Vakama and he was caught by Vakama before actually falling to his death, or the scene where the Toa have to swing off the chute system and onto a tower and Matau fell

Lucky him, he's got no fear of heights

But imagine if he fell and hit the ground. Hard. Hard enough to be unable to move at all

All he can do is just take a breath in and a breath out because he cannot afford to panic. Not when his armor is broken, not when he landed in a way that he can't see out of one eye, not when he hurts worse than any time he crashed while test driving, and ESPECIALLY not when he hears Turaga Dume announce for the remaining Toa's capture and hears Vakama and Nokama climb down the tower and race over to check on him

All he can focus on is taking a breath in and out as Vakama basically falls over on himself apologizing because he let Matau fall and Nokama shouts for him to pull himself together so they can help their brother. All he can focus on is taking a breath in and out as he's turned on his back. He can finally see them both, and both look utterly SICK and TERRIFIED upon seeing him

Matau opens his own to tell them he's fine, just a little hurry all over, maybe even ask how badly his armor is, something SUPER brave and super Toa-Hero-esque because he IS a Toa-Hero and something as small as a fall compared to dealing with the shape-shifting Krahka and Morbuzakh

What comes out instead, much to his embarrassment, is a visceral scream. Even when he tries stopping himself, he just keeps screaming. He Durant renege trying to move, but Nokama tries quieting down and tells him to hold still. He's moving more than he thinks because Vakama has to step in and hold him, and he basically had Matau resting against his legs and while he's not answering any of the questions Matau has, he's telling him he's going to be okay, which helps, but doesn't help. And he's not really asking questions. He starts screaming and Vakama calms him down

Nokama has Vakama help her heal Matau, as in they use their energy to heal him and it goes shakily. For one Matau is healing, but IT HURTS and they have to stop a few times to comfort him, Nokama telling him he's doing great and they're getting him healed and Vakama telling him about more personal stories than anything, stuff like how his friend tried bringing a lava eel home as a pet, how sometimes the tool-makers would sing to make their day go fatser, how he turned heads during a game because he proved to be a pretty good shot with a disk launcher and ended up winning a bet between him and another mask-maker

Eventually, Matau can see out of his other eye, can feel hits limbs, and can move again. He's also got a sore throat from screaming, but he tries asking if anyone saw him fall. Nokama is more just glad that he's alive and is glad he's alright

#bionicle #whump #matau #long post under cut #fall injury tw #eye injury tw #vakama #nokama #I've been picking on Vakama too long #i didn't touch the coliseum scene because Matau would 100% die in that #ramblings #toa metru