#love projecting on fictional characters

[mrbango]

MARTIN IN THE LONLEY AGAIN CUS IM PROJECTING ON HIM🗣️🗣️🗣️🗣️

#artists on tumblr #art #the magnus archives #tma #fanart #digital art #martin blackwood #the lonley #lonley #the lonely tma #i love tma so much #love projecting on fictional characters

[redinthesea]

Here's this year's annual birthday illustration!!! I think this one is my favorite one so far, happy shared birthday Miss Crown Prince! Spare me some of your long lifespan... 🥂🎂🎉

(+stupid silly discord interaction doodle featuring improvised funny touhousonas under the cut)

#touhou #touhou project #2/7 #toyosatomimi no miko #miko day #mononobe no futo #seiga kaku #soga no tojiko #yoshika miyako #me art #artists on tumblr #I am no longer the funny song age. welcome sweet terrible 24 #I love celebrating my birthday by ignoring myself and focusing on fictional characters who share it w me instead. very fun would recommend #I based my friends oni sona on their design of their fusona!!! they are @candybaphomet here and they are very funny as you can tell

[wraithee]

Imagine if Aziraphale runs heaven like the bookshop and he’s just hanging out doing absolutely nothing but shuffling papers around to look busy while keeping inconsistent office hours and tracking Crowley back on earth all day long and stress snacking, and that’s what ends up ruining heavens plans for the second coming.

#I love projecting myself onto fictional characters 🥰 #it would actually stay consistent with the how the main conflicts in s1 and s2 sort of took care of themselves without their help #but also #I just want to see both of them down bad for each other #if aziraphale is avoiding work just know crowley is a mess too #this is a joke btw #aziraphale will rip that place apart #good omens #ineffable husbands

[canisalbus]

Which is your favorite platform? (of the ones you have accounts to post things I mean. I can't imagine it being Instagram since you don't really post there which honestly fair)

Tumblr, Twitter (X?) bluesky? Something else?

I think I'm going to have to go with tumblr, and it's not just because we're here. Twitter and Bluesky are nice and my experiences on both are overwhelmingly positive. But tumblr has an atmosphere that encourages originality, sharing your creations and talking about things in depth.

#I dislike the mindset of making “content” and when I'm posting here I don't feel like I have to tailor my posts to be #as easily consumable by as many people as possible #microblogging platforms are fast paced and you're constantly fighting the algorithm #making long text posts is inconvenient and usually not worth the trouble #so I rarely talk about my characters or their lore outside of tumblr #what's nice is that when you ramble about your personal projects and fictional fixations here people tend to be pretty receptive to it #like they Get These Feelings and are able to analyze and read between the lines really well at least if you ask me #on top of that customizing your browsing experience and curating an organized blog is easier #and above everything I love and cherish tumblr's tag culture #very often the best commentary I get comes from tags #answered #anonymous #instagram continues to give me bad vibes and going there has always felt like a chore

[alicornze7]

“I’m not projecting”

#No one can relate to this struggle:( #I swear this only happens to me wth #Any type of strong emotions will immediately reduce me to tears #Soggy and soaked pathetic wet cat- #-Dassss me!:D #tadc gangle #tadc jax #ribbun #she's just like me fr #I love projecting my problems onto fictional characters I like #And labeling it as a headcanon #I can come up with roasts that’ll give 3rd degree burns #But only on a screen #Cuz the worst I can say to you irl is #“I-I think you're a-! *snifffff*...jerk” >:’(

[drarrily-we-row-along]

October 6: Corn Maze

Just a note that Harry's ace in this one (I'm working through a lot with my sexuality atm). There are lots of different ways of being ace, lots of different experiences, and I'm not trying to imply this is everyone's experience (but it is mine, so) just wanted to offer a sensitivity warning.

Harry wasn't overly fond of mazes. Not since fourth year, in particular, but also not since everything in his life seemed to be misdirection.

Lately, he'd been feeling like there'd been one too many turns, one too many dead ends, one too many miss-steps; at some point, it felt like he ought to have been due a break.

Still, he found himself with his friends and his godchildren at a literal corn maze; a race to get to the center. And Harry couldn't really have cared less about winning.

He turned down another way, heard a child a few rows over shriek with delight as they ran past, corn rustling, and wished in the very depth of his bones that he could feel simple joy like that, wondered if he ever would. Realizing it was another dead end, he sighed and started to turn back.

"I was hoping I'd find you," spoken softly, just behind him.

"Circe, Draco," he breathed, "you startled me."

Draco was standing there, wearing an over-sized maroon jumper that covered his fingers, blonde hair slipping out of its braid leaving strands framing his face. And Harry ached with how he loved him, ached with the ways he didn't (couldn't).

"Why were you hoping to find me?"

He tucked a strand of fine blond hair behind his ear as he stepped into his space, "So I could do this," he whispered, leaning in and kissing him sweetly.

And, oh, Harry loved kissing. He loved his friends, loved Draco in particular. He loved being able to touch him, loved holding his hand and carding his fingers through his hair. Kissing him at the pub a few nights ago, he hadn't meant to, it had- "Draco, wait-"

"Oh," he said, taking a step back, "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to overstep, after Monday, I thought-"

"Wait," he said, reaching out to take the other man's hand, holding it, "listen. I-" he broke off, shook his head, exhaled. How had his life become this? "I don't want to mislead you."

"Right," he said taking a step back, shaking his head. "You're not interested. You were drinking, we were drinking. It's fine, let's forget about it."

"I'm ace," he blurted, not knowing how else to say it, not knowing how to tell Draco it wasn't about him, it was entirely about Harry. "And I love you, Draco. You are one of my best friends. If you asked me tomorrow if I wanted to spend the rest of my life with you, I'd say yes. I love you with my whole heart."

Draco sat down on the ground, staring up at Harry. "I'm-" he shook his head, "I am so confused."

Harry collapsed next to him, wrapped his arms around his knees. "I'm asexual-" he started again.

"No, I heard that," he said, "and I heard you tell me that you love me, that you'd spend the rest of your life with me-"

"I would, Draco," he said earnestly.

"But you don't want to kiss me?" he asked, brow furrowing.

He shook his head, "It's not that I don't want to kiss you." He scrubbed his nails through the short hair at the base of his neck before ruffling the curls at the top of his head. "It's that I love you so much but I'll never be in love with you. Not the way you-" he broke off, choking on the words, "not the way you deserve. I would kiss you, I'd cuddle with you; hell, I'd have sex with you and I would probably like it. But I'd like it because I love you, not because I care about the sex," he rambled, seemingly unable to stop himself now that he started, a freight train rolling down a hill unable to brake, "but I'm not opposed, I just won't think about it. And I won't-"

"Harry," he said, reaching out and putting his hands on both of Harry's shoulders, "hey. Woah. Slow down, take a breath," he said softly. "Can I hold your hands?" he asked, moving a bit to sit in front of him.

Harry nodded, feeling teary, reaching out and taking the other man's hands in his.

"I hope you know that I would never ask you to do something you're uncomfortable with," he started. "You're so important to me, I'd never ask you to have sex if it wasn't something you wanted-"

"It's not about the sex." He shook his head, "I like orgasms, I'm not sex-repulsed; it's probably why it took me so long to realize that I'm ace in the first place."

Draco squeezed his hands, "Thank you for telling me, for trusting me. But Harry, I can't understand what you meant by misleading me?"

"I don't," he shook his head, "I don't experience attraction the way that most people do, the way that you do. Sex isn't going to be the thing I think about. The way I love you," he shook his head, "I love you so much Draco but it's not the same as how you love me-"

"Does it have to be?" Draco asked. "Harry, you're everything to me," he breathed. "I love you too, I love you so much. And I'm in love with you. Does it have to be the same?"

Harry shook his head, "I don't know," he whispered. "I haven't the foggiest idea," he confessed. "It's never been enough in the past."

"What do you mean?"

"Before I understood my sexuality," he said. "I loved people before and I thought they loved me," he swallowed, "but I haven't been enough, haven't been right-"

"You're enough for me," Draco said, cupping Harry's cheek. "You're right for me. There's nothing wrong with you," he said gently. "I'm sorry that other people have made you feel like there is."

"Oh," he said faintly, equally wanting to brush him off and wanting Draco to give him more gentle reassurances.

"You don't have to believe me right away," Draco said. "I'm not going anywhere. I'm really rather gone on you," he chuckled self consciously.

He leaned forward, pressing his forehead into Draco's neck, "What if you change your mind?"

"I hear your concern," Draco said, hands soothing over Harry's back, "but what if I don't?"

Harry laughed softly, terrified of even letting himself imagine that as a possibility.

"What if you just let me love you? What if we just," he shrugged, jostling Harry's head, "let ourselves be happy?" he said like a question.

"I'm afraid," Harry confessed.

Draco nodded, wrapping him tighter in his arms, "me too. Terrified that you'll realize that I'm not worthy of your love. So afraid you'll wake up and realize that you don't actually love me."

"Draco," he said softly, pulling back to look at him, "that's not going to happen."

"I'm willing to try to trust you about that, if you're willing to try to trust me," he said with a shrug. "I really want this," he said, gesturing between the two of them, "I promise to be good to you," he added, voice soft and pleading.

"Draco," he whispered again, wanting, wanting, wanting. "Yes."

"Yeah?" he asked, grinning brightly at him.

He nodded, "yeah. Yes, if you're sure."

"Harry, there is nothing not to be sure about. I love you. You love me. We'll figure the rest out."

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written for the @flufftober prompt "Corn Maze"

#Ace Harry Potter #drarry #love #soft #fluff #love confessions #flufftober #it's me. i'm harry. feeling really afraid that no one is ever going to be able to love me and if they do i'm cheating them. #just in case anyone was wondering if i'm projecting on fictional characters today. the answer is yes. #short and sweet

[rotating-hyperfixations]

I love watching new shows with gay undertones (or very explicitly spelled out) so I can have new lesbians to hyperfixate on and read fanfic about. It’s one of my few joys in life.

#renegade nell #I clocked that bitch as gay seconds into the first episode #is it projection #yes I love projecting on to fictional characters is actually my primary hobby #also Louisa Harland is hot as hell in this show so jot that down #give me more lesbian! #or give me death

[squishi-bunni]

"I'll always love you."

Howl x Reader Drabble

Hurt-Comfort

Reader has abandonment issues

"Love, what's wrong?"

"Are you going to leave me?" I ask.

His eyes widen at me. "What?"

I felt tears prick my eyes. "Are you going to leave me?" I repeat. "When I stop being interesting, are you going to toss me out? Will my true self repulse you?"

Howl grabs my shoulders firmly, forcing my eyes to meet his. His gaze is stern, but his eyes still have some softness.

"Even when I learn everything there is to know about you--every quirk, every flaw, everything you may for some reason hate about yourself--I will stay by your side."

For some reason, I broke into a fit of sobbing. I don't know why exactly, but at those words--words I've never heard from anyone before--everything I had been holding back broke through the damn I'd built.

Howl pulled me close, pressing my chest flush against his, and he gently caressed my face, wiping away the tears.

He held my cheeks like porcelain pots and made me look into his eyes. "I know you're used to being left behind, but I promise my love, I'll never leave you. No matter what, I'll always love you and always be yours."

There was nothing else I could do but smile into his hands. I held his face in the same way he held mine and said, "I'll always love you, too."

#howl jenkins pendragon #ghibli #fluff #hurt comfort #comfort #howl pendragon x reader #howls moving castle fluff #howl x reader #howls moving castle #I am 100% projecting #I love to project my pain lololol #my fictional character boyfriend comforts me because real men are trash and hurt my feelings 🫶 #there are grammatical and spelling mistakes probably idk and idc it's 3am and i write these in complete self indulgence #studio ghibli

[poemsonmars]

please don't take her from me.

i don't even know who

i'm begging to at this point.

i am so tired of empty echoes

and the taste of blood.

please don't take her from me.

i know that everything i say

is littered with this plea

but she gets stuck in my head

—like a melody; like a disease—

and i can't think of anything else.

please don't take her from me.

the idea of losing her is

so terrifyingly unfathomable,

all of the other words i want to say

get caught in my throat

and i spend entire days

just trying to get them

to go down without choking me;

without ending up buried somewhere

in the bottom of my lungs.

please don't take her from me.

i've never been very good

at breathing, you know.

especially when she is around.

i've never been very good at

keeping myself alive when she is not.

-mars

#10/4/23 #the ones about heartbreak #mars.poetry #my poetry #lgbt poetry #original poetry #sad poetry #poets on tumblr #unrequited love #original poem #spilled ink #spilled thoughts #button poetry #poets corner #prose poetry #poetry about grief #jackie x shauna #jackieshauna #yeah yeah. i still have the brainrot #i love projecting onto fictional characters 🥰🥰

[sheawritesstuff]

Too Much

[Huxley x Unnamed Partner]

[Angst - Hurt / No Comfort - 1143 words]

[Contains descriptions of a generally not-great relationship and feelings of inadequacy caused by said relationship - There's a little bit of a sweet twist ending, but only kinda so don't get your hopes up too high]

“I have never thought you were too much. Why would you think that, Hux?” The question was simple, but the answer was anything but. Huxley took a deep breath and prepared to explain the backstory of his deepest-rooted insecurity. 

~

“Why are you giving me this?” They turned the small gift in their hands, looking it over with a harsh stare. Huxley shifted uncomfortably as he searched for the words to explain that he just wanted to. 

“I dunno… I saw it and thought you’d like it, so I got it for you.” He smiled nervously, tugging at the hem of his shirt. They looked back and forth from the trinket to his awkward stance. 

“Well, I don’t. This,” they held it up to his face. “This is trash, Huxley. I don’t like trash.” They threw the frog on the ground, shattering it into tiny green shards. Huxley stared down at the debris, his jaw dropping open slightly. He looked back up to see his partner glaring at him. “Now clean up your mess,” they hissed. 

He almost cried right then and there, but he held it in. He didn’t need to add more fuel to the fire that was their temper. So he swept up the broken glass and threw it away without another word. They sat on his couch and watched him through the entire process, never once offering to help. Oh, and they made him apologize for wasting their time and his money.

He tried making up for it, tried telling them he loved them. The only response he earned was a mumbled, “Mhmm, you too.” But that was close enough, right?

~

And there was the time he took them to see his favorite movie. They were on their phone almost the whole time, but he tried his hardest not to notice. They watched maybe fifteen total minutes of the whole film. But as they were leaving, he casually asked what they thought of it. 

“It was fine, I guess. Don’t know why you like it so much.” They stared off into space as they talked to him, clearly ignoring his attempts at appeasement. Huxley smiled, stepping closer as they walked out of the theater so they could hear him better. He rambled about what he liked about it, the different plot points he found interesting, the character design, the development, the-

“You talk a lot,” they said, cutting him off. “I think you should work on that.” They turned to look at him for the first time since he’d picked them up that afternoon. He froze, letting them walk ahead of him. He stared for a long moment, feeling a dull ache in his chest as he watched the person who was supposed to love him show him nothing but complete disregard. 

~

The only time they ever actually seemed interested in him was in the bedroom. Their hands roamed over his skin - grabbing, touching, exploring. 

“God, I love your body,” they’d whisper. “I love how strong you are. The way your muscles flex is so fuckin’ hot.” This was the only time they ever said things like that. They never loved him, or his personality, or his humor. They loved his body. 

It felt good, though. The attention, their body against his, the kisses left along his sensitive skin. So he put up with it, hoping maybe they would change. Maybe they would be nicer if he did what they wanted. Just maybe…

After they were done, Huxley would try to be close to them, cuddle close to their warmth as they came down from the peak of pleasure. They shoved him off, scoffing as they scrambled to gather their discarded clothes. 

“You’re so fuckin’ clingy. I don’t do that shit.” 

He all but begged for just a few minutes of closeness, of actual intimacy. All he got was a hissed “I’ve gotta go” before they were popping their shoes on and practically running out the door. 

So he was left alone in a puddle of his own shame. The ebbing warmth of passion mixed with the heat of embarrassment made him uncomfortably warm in his newfound solitude. So he cleaned himself up in silence, just like every other time. 

~

A few days after one of these dalliances, they called and demanded to come over, saying they needed to talk about something. He let them in with a smile and was promptly denied a hug.

“I’m breaking up with you, Huxley,” they said coldly. “I’m done with you.” 

He stood there in his doorway, taken aback by the bluntness of it all. Whatever questions he hoped to ask died in his throat. He stared at the floor for a long moment, trying to wrap his brain around all of it. 

“Did…” his voice was quiet, just barely audible. “Did I do something wrong?” They stared at him with an expression somewhere between disbelief and disgust. They clicked their tongue and looked him up and down. 

“Yes, Huxley. You did a lot of things wrong.” Their tone was sharp, barely concealing the anger bubbling beneath the surface. They glared at him, obviously waiting for him to start groveling, begging for forgiveness, something. But he didn’t. 

“Oh, ok. Can you tell me what I did? So I can be better?” The earnest request was enough to set them off. They started pacing in circles, yelling in his general direction but never actually looking at him. 

“God, I can’t do this anymore! You’re just so-” they waved their arms around wildly, searching for the words. “You’re too much, Huxley! You’re just too much for me to deal with, and I can’t do it anymore!” They screamed, still motioning with their hands. They paused a moment when they realized what they said. They took a deep breath and glared at him. “There, I said it. Are you happy now? You’ve got your explanation, so just leave me the fuck alone, alright?” 

They stormed off, slamming his door behind them and leaving him alone for the last time. 

~ 

So that was his story. The long-awaited explanation of why his walls were built so high. He stared down at his own hands, too nervous to meet Damien’s eyes. 

“So, uh, yeah. That’s why, I guess,” Huxley mumbled. A gentle hand cupped his cheek, turning his attention back up to his lover’s face. A soft smile that actually reached his eyes was plastered across his face. 

“I have never thought you were too much, Hux,” Damien’s words were quiet and genuine. “But if I ever, and I mean ever, make you feel like that, tell me. Ok?” Huxley nodded, leaning into his touch and letting his eyes drift closed. His boyfriend pressed a kiss to his forehead and pulled him into a hug. This felt good, felt safe.

“I love you, Huxley.” 

“I love you too, Dames.” 

#I'm only a little sorry #n definitely not projecting onto fictional characters... #I love Huxley and he didn't deserve this #but I did it anyway #redacted asmr #redacted audio #redacted huxley #redacted angst #redacted fanfic #redacted damien #shea writes

[carnivalcarriondiscarded]

If there are things in the windows do you think that over time like every update we will start see them more clearly. I have the idea of just, frank sitting at their window, staring at us, unable to do anything but knows we are there with a horrified expression.

i have a feeling that that has some Merit, yes! cause i remember before the update, when i was scrutinizing every little piece of the map, i don't recall seeing anything in the windows. i like to think i would have noticed (but there's a real possibility that they were already there, my eyes just skipped over it. or they were there but just too faint to Notice yet!)

but that would be really cool and i wouldn't put it past Clown to sneak that in... terrifying to think about! i love it!

#im already feeling a wonderful sensation of Dread for the characters #& i say that genuinely. there's real dread and then there's fun-enjoyable-dread-over-fiction #i wonder if anyone else will come out and say hi... what might be revealed in this way? #GOD I LOVE THIS PROJECT SO FUCKING MUCH ITS SO GOOD #THE LAYERS!!!! THE LAYERS!!!!! #WELCOME HOME I AM EATING YOU ALIVE #rambles from the bog #homebogging #ah yes... this is the feeling ive been missing lately... #the joy of discovery the Feral Delight the searching... reveling in how delicious the pieces of the project we have so far are...

[leaphia-art]

Shelter & Thorn  | Page 13

... Well, that escalated quickly. (Also two posts from me in one week omg I just worked on this page on and off for the last few weeks and now I can call it done finally)

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[bridgetserdocksketches]

deadeye i'm so normal about you

#i remember watching the trailer and thinking their pronouns were they/them #then i saw the movie and everyone was using she/her #and i went guess i'm projecting on fictional characters again #and then THEY CHANGED THEIR PRONOUNS #i love them #joy ride

[magolandandfriends]

So i wonder- do you still take people to help in the park after getting everyone else on board

Or are you still open for more to join your chaotic little troop?

[ CW: Anxiety ] [ I don’t know how to word this just, loud thoughts??? ]

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Magolor: I NEVER APPROVED OF THI- Where did you even get those papers from

Marx: I made them last minute

Magolor: …why did you make those-

Marx: Why not

(HOLY FUXK IS THAT C R O W N E D WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE- anyways hey guys remember the anxiety bit i put onto Magolors introduction card yeah it comes into play- obviously not in every single ask- but if I feel like I can squeeze it into the response/use it for a comic I’ll do it- I’ll put a warning just in case- besides this is just a tame version- and I’ll use the alt text just in case if my hand writing isn’t that readable-)

(Yeah this is what happens when the creator has anxiety and projects onto a character we get L O R E)

(But thank you. SO MUCH. FOR THE ASK. I wanna try to answer some more asks before I start making a comic- because I do have a comic idea- darker than usual but HEY ITS STILL A COMIC- now if you excuse me I gotta put all the current asks into a wheel and let it pick which one I should answer next)

(Hey guys it’s me 6 hours after posting this but I noticed that I drew the claw backwards and it’s going to bother me until the end of time so I fixed it- so shhhhhhhhhh don’t tell anyone about the fix up it’s my biggest secret /j)

#Magoland and Friends! #Magoland and Friends! AU #kirby #kirby au #kirby series #kirby fanart #fanart #kirby askblog #ask blog #magolor #marx kirby #kirby oc #C R O W N E D #I love projecting onto fictional characters #it’s my favorite activity #damn I don’t have anything funny to put in the tags

[satinstowaway]

been thinking about zoscar lately. been thinking about loveless aromanticism and relationship dynamics that differ from the 'norm' and the fact that zolf and wilde never said i love you to each other but they didn't have to for us to understand just how much they care for each other. thinking about how they probably don't have the words that we have to describe their relationship. no queerplatonic, no aromantic, no asexual. thinking about how despite the fact that both of them are writers, putting their feelings into words has never been their strong suit. thinking about how maybe it doesn't have to be; maybe they don't have to say i love you to mean it, to mean something like it. maybe they can just say "i missed you yesterday" or "i made you breakfast" or "i fixed the button on your coat" or "i know you're having a bad day today so i'm just going to sit with you and not say anything to let you know i'm here for you" or "shall i read to you" or "you always oversalt your food" or "almost lost you" or "we've got this" or "i need you".

#maybe they're okay :') #just. rotating them in my mind #rusty quill gaming #zoscar #not sure if i actually headcanon either of them as loveless aro i just was watching a few tiktoks abt it and got #overcome by the idea that the word love means so many different things for different people #and people show their affection and care for others in so many different ways and with so many different words #and apparently my way of processing anything is projecting it onto fictional characters #god anyways i love them <3 #rqg #zolf smith #rqg oscar wilde #oscar wilde rqg #zolf + wilde #rqgaming #qpr zoscar #happy ace week everyone #my posts

[eloi-amizet]

PEDRO

#pedro #art #artwork #drawing #eloi amizet #comics #project #love #cartoon #fictional characters #original character