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thestalwartheart · 1 year
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Hey!! This is for the prompt meme! I’d love to see you do 1 or 30 for James/Vesper, because I think it would be interesting to get your take on them. But also feel free to ignore that and write for any other pairing :)
the love that does not rust
Rating: Teen & Up Audiences Warnings: Canonical Character Death (Vesper Lynd) Relationships: James Bond/Vesper Lynd Word Count: 860 Summary:
The first time he said it was on a beach on Lake Como, but it hadn't been the last.
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I wonder if that’s why I love you.
The first time he said it was on a beach on Lake Como, but it hadn't been the last.
I love you.
Well, I’m hopelessly in love; nothing to be done about it.
I don’t know why I love you, you know. You take so much pleasure in being awful to me.
Every night, they would lie together skin to skin. Work up a sweat in the summer heat, then relish the burn of their muscles in the aftermath. Trace the marks they left on each other, then shudder through their sensitivity for one last touch. Another would inevitably arrive, then another, and another. The evening breeze always felt like heaven.
Love felt like heaven.
Vesper felt like heaven.
A bird interrupted his declarations one night in Padua. It flew right into their hotel room, tiny, clueless and frightened. Vesper squealed with horrified delight.
In the tiny streets of Bergamo’s Upper Town, he murmured the words into her hair. She grasped his hand so hard he thought would bruise.
In Verona, she sprung out of bed at one in the morning, determined to run to Juliet’s balcony and see it without the crowds. Neither of them could stop smiling. She was loud, her mood utterly infectious as she called out Romeo! Romeo! and grasped him by the collar of his t-shirt to drag him into a wild and filthy kiss.
It seems she hangs upon the cheek of night, he’d quoted. Like a rich jewel in an Ethiope's ear. Of course, he followed that up with a joke about what he could do with his rude hand.
He kept the rest of the quote to himself. There was no need to ask the trite questions of a bloody sixteen-year-old boy.
Did my heart love till now? Rubbish. James knew it hadn’t.
By the time they got to Venice, Vesper must have lost count of how many times he’d told her. She never once said it back, even after she implored him to keep saying it.
Tell me again, she’d say.
Are you sure you want to hear it?
You could say it a hundred times a day, darling. I’d never get tired of hearing it.
The one-sidedness never bothered him at the time. It still seemed worthwhile to tell her, to make her sure of it. There was no point in diluting his feelings or hiding them away. She already knew everything there was to know about him. He was all in, and he wanted her to know it.
The necklace, however, did bother him, not that there was much to be done about it. It stayed around her neck until that morning, always visible every day, despite the hundred times she fiddled with it as if she were about to take it off.
He thought when she took it off, she might admit it: that she was in love, too. She might even admit what that look on her face was about, the momentary flicker between whatever expression had been there before he said it and the wide, beaming smile afterwards. That smile, Christ. He’d never seen its like on a woman before.
Some days, he thinks he knows better what that look was now.
(Love.)
But most of the time, he feels as lost about it as ever.
(Was it love? Or was it remorse?)
He feels bloody lost now, standing in front of her grave. More lost than he’s felt since he held her for the last time in Venice, fisting his hands in that sopping-wet red dress.
He’s never talked to a grave before. When he left Skyfall — both times — he never looked back. All the dead agents he knows are names on a memorial wall, where it’s impossible to get a private moment with the dead. There are too many names and too many people in the living world grieving them. The only person he’s ever felt the urge to visit is M, and she would have risen from the dead to scoff at him had he tried talking to her.
Vesper, he has slightly more hope for, though he hasn’t a clue what to say. It’s been a long time.
It’s been no time at all.
I loved you, he thinks. I’d have forgiven you everything because of that. Even if you never said it back. Maybe I still love you.
Mathis once told him it was easy to love the dead because they could never do anything to prove you wrong.
Then tell me how to stop, James had thought. Tell me how to stop, and I will.
He never had found a way to stop. Sometimes the love feels as fresh and sharp as the day they ran away together. If she’s anywhere now — and he’s not sure she is — she must know that. God knows he said it enough.
His eyes sting with the effort of not saying it again, and he blinks away the blur in them until he can, once again, see her face smiling back at him.
That smile is still without its equal.
VESPER LYND
1983-2006.
“I miss you.”
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Hello may 31th anon! Look at that, another year behind us and a new one to come. Have a nice day! ₍՞◌′ᵕ‵ू◌₎♡
#may 31th anon#hello friends!! (。’▽’。)♡ how are you!! I missed you so much!#I'm sorry that once again i have not been posting but I did that thing again where I got scared of posting#I do not know why but it is the same with physical paper diarys#I have 3 diarys and they all have 1 entry#I think one just says 'I am ten'#what have you been up to!! did you do something fun? is it summer too where you live? c:#my tumblr messages seem to be broken! I'm sorry if you wrote something :C it just says 'no new messages' despite also saying new messages#not a lot has happened here! I got a tomato plant and then I got very invested into the tomato plant and I have eaten three tomatos so far (#my roses are also doing well!! I just got a new yellow rose and since she got here she only made orange flowers#I do not know the meaning of that#but I am very thankful! ( ˊᵕˋ )♡ I love it when things are orange!!#I've been trying to buy an orange shirt for the past 2 weeks but they always sell out before I get to them#I'm also thinking about buying a jean jacket#I have not worn a jean jacket for at least 15 years because one time in 7th grade  tthe girl behind me said#that I was wearing a cool jean jacket and I just assumed that this was bullying for no actual reason#but maybe she just thought that it was an acutal cool jean jacket#we'll soon have out 10 year school reunion#maybe I should ask her#is anyone else going to a secret Sherlock phase again#I just want to see that silly little hat again#would sherlock holmes wear a jean jacket#have a nice day everyone!!#see you soon hopefully!!#♡^▽^♡
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paintpanic · 9 months
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Calculating probability of survival... It doesn't look good.
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willowser · 1 year
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you don't know how much comfort your dragon king bkg drabble has given me ever since you posted it!! i keep reading it i love it sm 🥹
as it turns out, the man bakugou is — a bit harder to handle.
he sleeps like a heathen; you once thought the dragon bakugou to be a bit lazy, with how often he tended to curl up in the fields of grass, warm under the sun, but now — it would seem his little human form needs significantly less rest.
almost up all hours of the day, and when he does finally lay down, he's everywhere. a mess of limbs: one thrown carelessly out to the side and the other bent at an angle you can't believe doesn't hurt his joints. his head stays tucked into you somehow, either buried in your neck or pressed against your ribs — or you'll wake to find him nose-to-nose with you. he still snores like a dragon, however.
you're also beginning to wonder if there is a bottom to the pit of his stomach. he ate much before, whole fields of things, but you expected that appetite to dwindle, at least a little, now that his stomach has decreased considerably in size. and in number ? you're not even sure how many stomachs a dragon has; that's not something that was mentioned in the fairytales.
it burns through him quickly, gives him more energy than he needs, and it doesn't ever seem to affect his weight much. already, he's huge and thick with muscle and eating as much as he does never dulls the severity of his cut abdomen. not that you're looking all that much.
— not that you have a choice not to, as he seems to have little-to-no understanding of —
the door to the bathhouse kicks open, with enough force that you already know who it is without ever turning to look. you try not to shriek when you see him, because he seems to like that in some evil, impish way.
you've been alone to wash so far, thankfully, as the inn you'd managed to find was small and far enough out from the nearest kingdom that the occupancy was low — enough for you and your little brute.
the man bakugou comes to stand in front of the bath, blinking and huffing against the steam. finding clothes for him was — nearly impossible, and so the trousers you'd found hanging on someone's line outside fit above his ankles, a bit too tight around his waist. instead of a shirt, you've wrapped him in a scratchy linen, swaddled him up like a baby to cover the small smattering of scales that decorate his body, almost like freckles from the sun, though they gleam just as bright and red as they ever have. no matter his form.
a horn has started to sprout, on the right side of his forehead, and you've done your best to cover that, too.
you have no idea how long this man thing will last. if it's permanent or if he even has control over it. the last thing you need is for him to switch back, somehow, while you're in the middle of feeding him, absolutely demolishing whatever tavern you're in and calling all of king todoroki's guards to attention.
bakugou grunts, almost sleepy, and tosses a fat, weighty sack onto the edge of the bath. it jingles a certain jingle that makes your heart stop.
"oh, allfather—" you move for the edge, awkwardly keeping one arm against your chest despite the fact that he's seen it all by now. when you peek inside and confirm your fears, you lob it back to him furiously, as if it were a steaming potato. "where do you keep getting this stuff?"
things have started to turn up, miraculously. shiny things — like coins and rings and gems. things he could not have simply found rolling around in the dirt.
"go put it back!" you hiss at him, and the tone of your voice makes his frown deepen. you never realized how pouty he was, when he was still a dragon.
you think he understands you, and you're pretty certain he just chooses not to listen; instead of doing what you've told him in the slightest, he simply dumps the coin-purse to the floor, and then lets his linen and stolen trousers cover it as he unceremoniously undresses.
the biggest issue that you would say the man bakugou poses is — his complete lack of understanding of personal space.
"bakugou!" your voice wavers, shocked again by his nakedness. as if you haven't seen it all by now. "no, you — get out!"
but he does the exact opposite, which is hop into the steaming water, ignoring the arm you hold out to keep him away as he saddles up beside you. skin against scales, pressing a nose into your hair to huff out his annoyance, to make it something you can feel.
if anyone were to walk in right now, they would — probably think the lie you'd told the innkeeper was true. that you are a simple traveler and this is your mute, over-sized husband.
regardless, you think this behavior isn't polite. especially in a public bathhouse.
"bakugou," you try again, turning your face away as you speak to the wood-paneled wall. "i'm taking a bath, you have to wait your turn."
all you receive in response is another huff against your ear and a low rumble of disagreement from his chest.
he has yet to speak back, and has only used inhuman sounds as his points of conversation. the only word you've ever heard him utter is oi, which he does when he really thinks he needs your attention. you're starting to wonder if he's named you that in his head. oi.
curiously, you turn back to him and the movement has him pulling his face from your hair, just enough that he can look down at you, too. watch you, with the red-rippled sea in his eyes.
they're — amazing, you will admit. just as bright and detailed as they always have been. fit for a fairytale told by the fire, veiled by the soft-ash of his lashes. he watches you through them, half-lidded, and you wonder if it's something other than fatigue that has them so heavy.
"do you know what i'm saying?" you ask quietly, voice lacking the firm heat you want it to. instead it's heavy, too, weighted by something soft and unfamiliar and frightening. "can you even understand me?"
bakugou doesn't respond, not with a huff or a rumble or ever a purr, like the one he let out on the night he lay over you by the lake. you've only heard it sparingly since then, oftentimes in his sleep when his face is pressed into you.
you try not to frown at his silence, try not to let it disappoint you because it shouldn't; he's a dragon afterall, and you're not sure what it matters. the little horn protruding from his forehead catches your eye and you reach up to touch it gently, watching him blink away the water that drips from your wrist — and then he's turning into you again, too close.
beneath the water, you feel his hands skate up your bare thighs, wrap around your waist until your chest is pulled flush against his. you feel his huff, again, against the damp skin of your neck but it's slower, lighter. not laced with his frustration. some unknown thing you feel guilty for liking.
you drop your hand to his hair, rushing full force into all the damned things you've thought about doing but have been too afraid to. he's soft between your fingers, and you trace your nails lightly against his scalp until he groans quietly; a new noise, one you don't know how to translate.
your fingers stop when they brush upon little spines that have grown at the base of his skull, that have started to trail down the center of his back.
suddenly, tangled up in the bath with him, you wonder how much time you have left.
bakugou huffs again into your skin, a little fiercer this time, and it's because of his light jostling that you realize how rigid you've gone. you try to relax so that he will, too, though you must not do a convincing job, because a sharp nip comes to your earlobe.
"ow!" you squeal, but he doesn't let you go far, not even as you try to jerk away from him. in fact, the harder you try the more his teeth show: into your cheek and the point of your jaw and then dangerously low on your neck.
it's not until you finally freeze that he stops, huffing again, with a warmth that burns more than the steaming water.
and then, very quietly, he grumbles, "shitty wife," into your collarbone, just before biting you again.
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min-play · 2 years
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I CAN'T HOLD THEM BACK MUCH LONGER
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nicoliharu · 1 year
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Gimme Pre-Relationship 4, 5, and 6 for Aggie please <3
AAAAAAAHHH MAR MY PRECIOUS TOT
Thank you very much for the ask! Your rules captain! ^^ 🧡💜🧡💜
Ship list here!
💟 Pre-Relationship !!!
4/ Who felt romantic feelings first?
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Agatha!
In the event of book 2, she hated Ruggie due to his behavior and attitudes following Leona's orders but after a while, she began to realize how Ruggie was in fact, his skills, humor, responsibilities, intimidation and even his cute side. In love with the hyena boy? 100% yes!💗💗💗
5/ Did either of them try to resist their feelings?
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YES Ruggie!
We know that Ruggie is canonically shown to be insecure and sensitive about his origins!
Several times and we also know how busy he's, with extra work, campus activities, studies, and Leona's chores. So he would be hesitant to accept his own feelings for all those reasons and also time! A relationship is a serious thing that takes a lot of responsibility and he knows that soon he can hesitate until his mood upsets some others or Leona so he gets momentum and realizes for himself that this is what wants and he's just worried. But he accepts quickly!!!💗
6/ If you had told one of them that the other would be their soulmate, what would they think?
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I imagine they would be in shock for a while? It's just a little scary to think that your soulmate belongs to another world ( :'D ). Discovering this suddenly even before or in love with this person, it would be fun to see the two nervous, fidgety, and fumbling around each other.
But I think that Ruggie already accepting his own feelings for her, he would immediately think of sharing spaghetti and meatballs, a belief as he said right? With a beautiful meaning T^T/💗
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kirby-the-gorb · 3 months
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moeblob · 8 days
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Look, I just think it's VERY funny and on brand that I thought of an entire premise of colorful characters for half the cast and immediately drew the only one void of color.
#my characters#i will not bore you all too much in the main post but now its story time in the tags so yeefuckinghaw#noll is a fae and is distinctly the only one that just lacks colors#at first he was like well surely i can wear colorful stuff to make up for my dark hair and eyes !#and then he overhears some of the fae talking about how hes a blemish to the fae and hes like well fuck#guess its time to go all in baby! and decks himself out in all black and jagged clothing#and he tries to play it off as hes an idiot and a lot of the fae actually believe its not ALL an act#like they can tell he thinks about stuff but he normally does it staring into space so they dont care to ask#cause surely it isnt important enough to brood about hes just thinking about stuff#and he really REALLY has a lot of confidence issues and worries that more fae are disturbed by his darkness than let on#but then the other fae that like to hang out with him are like#YOOOOOO THATS OUR LIL VOID! THATS OUR LIL GUY! our lil black spot look at him hes so edgy and cute!#and treat him like a pet cat at times giving him head pats even if he bats their hands away#and the plot premise is that some of the fae are bored and decide they should go play with some humans! give THEM enrichment too!#and noll gets roped into it and The Game is basically go find a human partner and convince them to be an ally#then the fae give the humans cool lil toys (weapons) and are like GO FORTH MY CHAMPION!#so noll keeps like ... not picking anyone to participate because its not just A Game to him#if he can prove victorious in A Game with outside factors such as humans then he can prove hes not#an absolute disappointment to the fae like he has a lot riding on this in his mind#and his friends are just like buddy you cant even play if you dont pick a human you gotta#anyway here is noll and then i have ideas for two other fae and also a veeeery vague idea for two of the humans though not as sure yet#rae if you read all this you should know the cobalt is a fae thanks bye#i am so stressed posting ocs every single time and i am incredibly depressed and anxious#so good lord please let me not just delete all the tags in an hour bc im ashamed
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cacaocheri · 2 months
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You should in fact infodump about poptropica, also have you considered doing a DCA Poptropica crossover to unite the interests together?
1) I love you so much dude I hope you're doing well 2) poptropica infodump would take AGES this thing has lore so I will spare you a ramble for now 3) I . HAVE NOT. BUT COULD YOU IMAGINE SUN AND MOON WITH THE BIG BOBBLE HEADS
no? because I can
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oh my god they look so much more cursed than I expected I'm laughing my ass off
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shortcakelils · 4 months
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Commission for @cups-and-pentacles!
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smimon · 4 months
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okay i know you probably have enough drawing ideas for giant k but i just had this idea invade me.
you know how in snow white (not just the disney version) she pushes together the beds and sleeps on like 3 or more of them sideways? anyway giant k sleeping on 3 beds pushed together. and now i'm just picturing giant k as snow white and everyone else as the various dwarves
Ohoho big brain!!! 👀👀👀 Big brain. I love this idea so much and not just because Snow White is my favourite fairy tale hdjsbdbdfh
Thank you!!! Of course I have to draw it and not just once, let's make it into a comic! Let's gooo
Giant K series #16: once upon a time, in a land far, far away...
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To be continued 😉
#thank you so much 🧡 i was rotating it in my head all this time#sorry it took so long 🙇 (it will take even longer because im planning a continuation)#i did some math and looks like this princess needs at least 4 beds#and there is never enough ideas for giant k 🥺 i feel so moved that people care enough to come up with new stuff for this little series 🙏#thank you#ask#hazzybat#i based them specifically on the 7 Zwerge movie series because the dwarves are average sized men there do you get it#this ask made me rewatch the first movie and it is still so good hdjdhbshdh can i explain who is who? of course i can this is my blog#mikke is tschakko because to me there is some tschakko quality to him. even more so than jere for some reason#and he can carry his cameras in those bags#jesse is brummboss because he's the manager#lärvinen as cookie because if Käärijä has a friend who runs a cooking show then i am making a use of this knowledge#jaakko as sunny because he has this cheerful energy. allu as cloudy because he's always so cool. jukka as speedy because he's a polite fella#häärijä is bubi. the mascot the childish man the little menace#and securityman as ralphie because they are built similar i guess#yee#giant k series#käärijä#rpf#art by op#my art#fanart#also when i watched the movie as a child i always felt so sad about ralphie being constantly rejected#and this might have influenced the way i write giants up to this day. now look. this has come full circle#🥹
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puppyeared · 5 months
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Been LOVING your lil magician folks recently please continue they're beautiful and very cute and cool and also very well-designed!! 🥺❤️
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thank you for the kind words !!! im not much of a writer, but i do have some sort of story in mind for them.. theyre bitter rivals who end up as roommates bc of their scatterbrained elderly landlord lol
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boiling-potato · 1 month
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*screams*
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I've been wanting to draw ur OCs for a while now
Unfortunately, due to some experimenting accidents, chaoxing now looks like he has dark circles under his eyes and has lipstick for some reason??? 😭 I'm so sorry
*screams again*
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omfg- I LOVE HOW BEAUTIFUL HE LOOKS IN YOUR ART STYLE!!!!!!!
Thank you, thank you, thank youuuu so much Zara!!!! I haven't seen a Chaoxiang fanart in a while and this made my whole week!!! I absolutely love it and again, thank youuuu ༼⁠;⁠´⁠༎ຶ⁠ ⁠۝ ⁠༎ຶ⁠༽❤️❤️💖💖💕💕‼️‼️✨✨
Also sorry for the incredibly late reply!!! I wanted to draw Chaoxiang with an eye bags and lipstick too cause holy shi- HE LOOKS GORGEOUS WITH IT!!!! ಥ⁠╭⁠╮⁠ಥ ❤️❤️💢💢‼️‼️✨✨
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He's now fabulously confused 🫰😔✨
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lynnbutlertron · 6 months
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hii sorry im too nervous to comment but i just wanted to say youre doing gods work with your globox and rayman art and youre so right, it makes zero sense that theres little to no content of them together 💔
OH ANON THANK YOU SERIOUSLY. I AM SO GLAD YOU SAY THAT BECAUSE im new to rayman and upon realising that i am genuinely the first person to take them seriously i thought there was like. a reason no one shipped them. like i was overstepping some evil line in the rayman fandom and the rayman fans were going to come get me in my sleep or smthing.
SO THANK YOU!!!!!!!!!!! i just think theyre silly to be honest and playing rayman with my buddy and watching rayman content is so much more enjoyable with the raybox lens on. im really enjoying getting into these games and learning more so expect more art of them once i learn more !!!!!!!!!!!
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Here just for u anon a doodle i forgot to post!!!!^__^
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hella1975 · 8 months
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hiiii haha. hello. exceptionally awkward introduction bc idrk how to start something like this so let's just jump right in. im taking a break from this account for a bit. i know i said i wanted taob out before halloween and currently im fine sticking with that deadline, but if i decide i need longer away then i will take longer away. every time ive reassured people that id never abandon a fic and updates will always come eventually i never once considered that my writing and ability to feel safe and comfortable on this site would be actively taken from me, so im not even going to apologise. i dont want this either and more importantly i dont fucking deserve it. i dont know what it is in the past year, if ive hit a certain amount of followers or 'popularity' that's made it so the natural ratio of positive to negative interactions must in turn go up, but there's been a serious uptick in weird asks for me. the annoying part is that a very small amount of them are actually objectively mean and hateful, the rest are just weird and invasive from people who seemingly dont realise that's what they're being. ive reached a point where i dont care if the intentions are good. it's not my job as a 20 year old tumblr user of all things to defend the morality of someone who couldnt even bother to come off anon. unfortunately, after blocking only one or two anons, the weird asks have decreased substantially, which says all you need to know about the fascinating and exhilarating lives led by these people, but ive also gone on to turn anon asks off entirely. this is something i actively fought against doing and had to be pushed into by my mutuals (who have been the coolest people on planet earth during this entire thing). turning off anon was a big deal to me even if it sounds silly. i felt betrayed and like id been backed into a corner because it was so vehmently something i DIDNT WANT that to feel like i had to do it anyway for my own mental health??? that sucks. so even though ive 'fixed' the problem, im still kind of reeling and uncomfortable every time i come on tumblr. i hope it's just something i need time to ease because i'll truly be devastated if this becomes 'ruined' for me. tumblr exists as the only place in the world where i am honestly every facet of myself without shame or hesitation; losing that would be insanely harmful to me. and to the people who cant appeal to the actual human behind the post, let me put that in words you can understand: we wouldn't get any more writing 😦😦😦 riots and fires and sirens, i know. so yeah. to anyone who has sent me an anon ask and you're now wondering if you were part of the problem, im firmly of the belief that you'll know if you are. when i say 'weird asks' i dont mean 'you sent me a para about your personal life just to vent or ask for advice' or 'you sent me a really deep emotional compliment about the impact me and/or my writing has had on you' - i love asks like that, so much that i put off taking a break and turning off anon solely for the joy they bring me. im sorry that it might feel like you're being punished too bc of the actions of what in reality is a HANDFUL of weird people, but this is what i feel like i have to do to feel safe and not go insane every time i log in. love you guys, hopefully ill see you soon x
#seriously another shout out to my mutuals#id particularly like to say thank you to boom who's always right there for me no matter what's happening or how insane im being#and also everyone in our little discord that wound up having to make a whole new channel for venting#bc i was there so often like 'today's weird ask isssss.... telling me about my cupsize!! rip them to shreds!!!'#hannah and theo especially being there and pushing me to finally turn off anon. war is truly over#and of course rori bc the shamelessness u show when hating on my anon asks has been genuinely really cathartic#sometimes u really do just need a rottweiler mutual to tell random people online to kill themselves 😭#okay weird oscar acceptance speechcore gratitude over. i do just rlly love my mutuals#like i went three years not telling anyone about the worse side of internet popularity for fear of looking spoiled and ungrateful#so for the first time to open up about it and be met with outrage on my behalf and people saying in fact it's MORE fucked up#than i initially realised bc ive grown desensitised to it is. yeah cathartic i guess#they are singlehandedly reassuring me of the good this cursed app still holds#so everyone thank them and send them flowers NOW#okay im done i think. see you guys soon. i truly do want to come back asap bc like i said i NEVER EVEN WANTED TO FUCKING LEAVE#SOME ASSHOLES JUST HAD TO PUT GRENADES ON WHAT I ASSUMED WERE VERY UNIVERSAL AND OBVIOUS BOUNDARIES#if you're reading this like 'ohhh fuck i defo sent something invasive lately. i thought it was a joke/we were friends'#then 1) we arent friends if you're on anon. it immediately creates a power imbalance where you know me and any necessary context#but i have no idea who you are or how much you know about me. that's already a fucked dynamic#and 2) I HOPE YOU FEEL BAD. LIKE GENUINELY I HOPE YOU FEEL AWFUL AND HAVE A GOOD LONG LOOK AT YOURSELF#okay i think that's all. ta-ra lads??? how tf do u end something like this#ive queued this to reblog a couple more times throughout the day
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emry-stars-art · 11 months
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Hi, soooo I'm currently studying phisiotherapy AND at the same time I'm sucker for good cuddling and soft scenes AND I have hate love relationship with scars (visually I think they can be attractive but in a lot of other aspects they just suck). Anyway so u know how scar tissue is a bit** to work with and can cause a lot of problems like numbness in scared area, decrease in range of movement, phantom pains etc. What I'm trying to say is Neil needs A LOT of therapy sessions which should contain some salves manual work with scars and maybe needle therapy which is just prettier way to say sticking hundreds of tiny needles right thru scared tissue which most definitely will hurt BUT what if during all of this they only will learn more about themselves and will have excuse to spend long hours together away from prying eyes and most importantly being soft, clingy, touch starved wholesome dumbasses with one shared braincell?
Sorry for long, boring and probably unnecessary not so much question or message as just my thought vomit I just wanted to share.
Have a great day🫡😅🧡
WHAT DO YOU MEAN BORING AND UNNECESSARY I LOVE IT
omg thank you for bringing your expertise into this, I absolutely wrote the “long hours being touch starved wholesome dumbasses” bit into my notebook lmao. Yeah! This is good!! I’m SUCH a sucker for soft moments like this I’m right there with you. I was bouncing ideas with @paradoxolotl on it and I love the idea of Day being very methodical, he might know some of this stuff already and then he goes out of his way to learn everything he needs to know to make sure Abram can still be taken care of when he won’t let anyone else touch him. Still talking him through everything. Andrew would be as careful as we all know he can be, he never takes for granted the trust Abram has when he allows Andrew to give him more painful massages/therapy, and after, Andrew’s touch softens and neither of them ever mention that he’d already finished the actual exercise/massage a few long minutes ago… idk anything about physiotherapy so I bet there’s lots of great art/story fodder here that I’m just unaware of so if you have any specific ideas I’d love to hear them 👀👀 but here’s what I did draw, hopefully it’s not too completely incorrect 😅
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(Shout out to @anon-lemon for making me realize I needed to draw Andrew with his hair down 💕)
Anyway thank you for the ask, together we can make this both incredibly angsty AND incredibly fluffy 😌🥰
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