I miss him more than anything

Croissant wants to help as many people as possible. Good thing there are all these people around them that have problems.

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It actually aches my heart thinking about how alone Giyuu must feel. Especially when Sanemi and Obanai make it extremely clear that they don’t like him, and refuse to get along with him.

So when you ask him if he wants to have tea with you after training, he’s already quick to brush you off because his heart is guarded like a fortress now. And no matter how much he wants to say “yes” the words don’t rise in his throat as his lips move to speak them.

And maybe it’s because he doesn’t think he’s deserving of your kindness, or your time? You’re always talking to him, despite the fact he often provides far less in return. One word responses to the flurry of questions and stories you share with him— spending your time indulging him when you could be off talking to any of the other pillars.

So he finds himself sitting down opposite you at the small table that’s set up overlooking the garden. Folding his legs beneath him as you pour warm tea into the cup that’s already sitting in position— as though you already knew he would come.

And he indulges himself. Listening to you talk until the sun falls behind the trees and basks the land in hues of tangelo and amythyst. Upset at himself that he’s let you give everything, while he’s given you nothing in return.

But when it’s time to leave and you reach up to bring him into a comforting hug he stands stoic in front of you. Feeling the warmth from your skin radiate through him as though the sun still hangs high in the sky. It’s like you do something to him that he can’t explain as tears begin to clump in his lash line, blanking his vision as he tries desperately to blink them away. And no matter for how long you both stand there, or how long he cries— Giyuu still can’t bring himself to wrap his arms around you to return the hug.

Because he truly believes he’s undeserving of your kindness.

doodles of my fav sillies

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everyone say congratulations to the first time homeowners!

edit: i may or may not have been inspired to write some headcanons based on this, if you're interested

It's home. He's home and its late and its dark. he knows he should have been home hours ago, wishes he could have been but work finished late and then one deal ran into another and before he knew it he was an hour and a half from home at 1 in the morning. After the last deal was done Eddie made his way back in his van, eyes red and itchy with the overhwleming desire to close but painfully aware of the distance he had to drive. After a lot of cut corners and questionable driving he was finally pulling up to the trailer.

All he wants to do is sleep but even in his tired state he clocks the light on in the window. Knowing that lights don't just get 'left on' when there are bills to pay and mouths to feed Eddie enters the trailer quietly, hoping that its not an ominous sign. Hoping as well that this isn't the precursor to getting yelled at for being out late and not telling anyone…again.

As silently as he can Eddie pulls the door open and steps in side. So far so good, nobody has started shouting yet but as he turns he sees the lamp glowing beside the couch and can hear the radio on low. Comforting sounds of Eddie's younger years playing Credence Clearwater Revival. It is at this point Eddie catches the figures waiting in the dim light. Wayne at the end of the couch, hot mug of something in his hand. His expression is one Eddie is well used to, concentrated and contemplative, measuring the words he says and actions he takes. He's in his pyjammas but far from sleep. He's angled towards the figure on the couch next to him. The person, only translated into Eddie's head as 'human' after he deciphered half of the mass as blankets and hair, sits hunched over themselves and hugs their own mug in close.

Eddie takes a step forward, makes to sit down as Wayne talks slow and gentle 'Your boy had a bit of a fright son. Thought I'd break out the big guns and show him what we used to do when you first came home'

He doesn't say the rest, doesn't need to. When Eddie came to stay with Wayne the nights were endless. He'd wake himself up in tears, too scared to go find comfort incase he got pushed away but somehow Wayne always knew. Eddie would never be alone in the dark long before the hall light went on and Wayne was knocking at his door, offering hot milk and a distraction. Eventually the routine turned into going over old photo albums of Wayne's 'glory days' and then, the new additions after Eddie's arrival. It quickly became a fail safe for the both of them when the dark nights and silence were too much.

Which is how Eddie ends up here, sat close to the mass, Steve, a hand crept under the blanket that was quickly latched on to. A photo album is sat across Steve's lap and Wayne talks him through the story of his own high school band and then quickly moves on to the photo of Eddie knee deep in mud and arms out stretched ready to pull the photo taker into the mess with him, devious smile on his 10 year old face, a hint of the dungeon master yet to come.

The stories continue, ranging from photos of a young Eddie in rubber boots and a sun dress to Wayne in denim shorts and an awful sunburn as he points a spatula at the camera in a rustic looking kitchen. This ritual calms them all between the quiet laughter and tired gasps of surprise, eventually Steve's shoulders relax and Wayne's voice becomes somehow even more subdued. Eddie is fully leaning into Steve's space and the warmth between the three of them somehow heats the whole trailer.

They are all close to sleep when Eddie takes the album off Steve's lap and manages to force himself to stand, pulling Steve up with him and still swaddled in his blanket. Eddie makes to guide Steveto their bedroom when he's met with resistance. Steve pulls the blanket tighter to himself but shifts his shoulders back, almost as if to brace for a fight when he tilts his head towards Wayne ' Thank you. I- I've never...Just thank you' he's got his back to Eddie but Eddie can hear the crack in his voice, the battle to keep the emotion down, can see the slight tremour in the blanket as Steve works to keep himself together. Its all for nothing when Wayne stands and places a hand on his shoulder before bringing him into a forceful hug 'Son, you never have to thank me'.

Its a moment that Eddie knows will be seared into his heart until the day it stops beating. The two men holding on, however briefly, to each other, both understanding the other person that little bit more and sharing more of their soul in the process.

There's a pause as they separate and Eddie takes Steve's hand tugs him forward and lets him lead the way to the bedroom. Before he turns to follow Eddie catches Wayne's eye and they share a somber smile. Eddie's heart feels like its going to collapse on itself when he thinks about how Wayne doesn't understand the traumas these boys have been through but how that hasn't stopped him from being there for them.

It doesn't go unspoken, this feeling between Eddie and his Uncle. They find time, they always do, where they put their music on and talk in that unhurried way about what they've been doing, catching each other up on their lives and knowing the love is there.

For now, Wayne tilts his head up 'that's a good one you've got there son.' All the endorsement Eddie could ever want, caught in a few words 'now go to him and let me get my bed' its a grumbled statement that has more meaning than can be explained. Eddie gives a mock salute, knowing that the nightmares and stories will be re-hashed when the time is right. But for now the urgency has been tamed and the fire burns low in their hearts.

Before he gets to the kitchen there's a final 'and I need my sleep boy so don't get any ideas' from the couch. 'wouldn't dream of it old man'

My feelings towards ao3 this morning.

Wyll breaking up with the player character if Ulder dies so Wyll must become the Duke makes me wanna throw up sobbing because he actually thinks that just because his father's first duty being to Baldur's Gate made him a Bad Father that Wyll himself will inevitably be a Bad Lover because surely no one could match love with duty if his father couldn't, unknowing he has more love in one hand than his father had in his entire body. fuck

I am so easily distracted by sad monster men with beautiful hair and claws and perhaps a large sword

guy and his daughter

I love him so much.

Still trying to get better at faces cause -yikes-

I'm not sry for going a little unhinged over the cut RWBY V9 epilogue [lighthearted], especially over Qrow. You don't know how much it means to me that he's ok. He is my ultimate blorbo. I was so scared that he was gonna spiral into severe depression and alcoholism and it was gonna destroy me bcus of my hyperempathy for him. Instead I get destroyed by how pleasantly surprised I am that he's actually trying so hard to hope

He's still carrying his losses and things are pretty bad but he's *trying*, he's trying so hard to see the good in things, he has a support system that he can count on and is working to support others

And compare this to how Qrow used to be, the lone wolf who isolated himself from others bcus he was so scared of hurting them with his Semblance, who drank his troubles away no matter how much it hurt himself or those who loved him, who has experienced sm trauma and pain and loss throughout his life and recently... and he's *grown*. He's grown and changed sm and he's trying so so hard

Qrow is a character who means a lot to me (for reasons I can neither understand nor articulate). And to see how he's grown and changed and how he *wants* to hope no matter how hard it is makes me so so *so* proud of him

web weaving – mark hoffman

Arn seeing Timie on the street: aw what acute lil guy sure hope he isn't tormented!

Bro absolutely messed up, wanted to be a good boy and help someone because this mirrors shit that happened to him but instead found out that Timie is filled with 10thousand problems and somehow knows Arn to a weird degree withought ever really talking to him and he cant...figure out why..... can you really meet someone in a dream?

And now poor Arnold got a little guy that wants to cling onto him when they're sad

Feeling extra soft for Copia tonight so a few hc for him

He likes being the little spoon sometimes, would request it even when he feels like it

In case you’re smaller than him, he would still love to be a little spoon

He lets out tiny satisfied hums while he cuddles closer to you

Would sometimes bury himself into your warm embrace when he cuddles- like a rat burrowing into clothes- he does that

Even as Papa, he doesn’t shy away from affection especially cuddles- he loves cuddles a lot whether he’s the one cuddling or the one being cuddled

(mgv) the first time lawrence actually meets scott it's when he's at adam's apartment, both of them just enjoying each other's company, they aren't even fooling around (even though obviously there is So Much Sexual Tension) they're just watching a movie, lawrence probably just got off work and doesn't want to go home to an empty house quite yet. then in walks scott, who let himself in because (as adam explains later) scott is the closest thing adam has to an emergency contact, so he gave him his spare key, and yes it's stupid but "i'm not exactly swimming in trustworthy company, man"

and INSTANTLY. the SECOND lawrence catches scott's scent his lips pull back on reflex. he doesn't even register that THIS is the scott adam mentions, he just knows this is another alpha and his specific scent sets off something in lawrence that has him pulling adam tight to his side and growling loooowww. and scott's a DICK so he sees that threat display and immediately wants to fight right back, no question, only made worse by the fact that there's an omega between them (who is about to start biting both of them so they'll chill the FUCK out and NOT kill each other in his apartment)