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placesyoucallhome · 5 months

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Size/Height difference poses

I love height differences aesthetically, but posing them can sometimes be a pain! So to cater to those that also struggle with posing smols and tols, I have a few options-

Meant for art of any type and ask memes, for drawing, writing, photography (like gpose!), ect. Gender nonspecific and for any sort of relationship type, romantic, platonic, and antagonistic!

#art meme #pose meme #height difference #drawing meme #ask meme #this is less about sending me things and more i wanna see other people use it #i have things i need to draw you people need to reblog so i can send things #idk why people don't use pose memes for gpose its not just about drawing #also i wanted obvious options for the smol being something other than soft uwu delicate sort #let smols be gremlins #i just need to feel like ive done something because i currently feel like a useless pos

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homicydlgoth · 16 days

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this is one of my favorite scenes, particularly because of the subtleties. it’s obvious by wednesday’s body language (look at the softness in her eyes, the way she almost blinks, her conflicted look) that she’s not put off by enid’s attempt to hug her. rather, she steps back merely out of reflex, even hesitating a little (she nearly jerks forward) like she wants to change her mind. and then there’s the moment immediately afterward, where she takes a very intentional step into enid’s space. it’s so clear that she wants to accept enid’s hug, but she doesn’t know how, she isn’t used to it, and she sure as hell isn’t about to ask for it. typical, stubborn wednesday, not knowing how to receive enid’s blatant affection. the attention to detail here is just so perfect, and it’s such a wonderfully done scene that foreshadows the pivotal moment where wednesday finally lets down her walls enough to fall into enid.

#wenclair #wednesday is touch-deprived and soft as fuck #but she’s a little gremlin #enid is so patient #she’d wait forever for her #i love them

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midnightfrappe · 1 year

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CHOOSE YOUR CHARACTER

I wonder, how do yall prefer to see or draw moon? I always see different versions of his eyes, but these are some of the most commons i see on fanart.

#but the soft looking gremlin was a delight to draw #i'm usually between the gremlin and gremlin #moondrop #my art #fnaf sb #security breach #daycare attendant #fnaf moon #the daycare attendant #fnaf moondrop

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lees-chaotic-brain · 4 months

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I want to tell Inumaki that he is Perfect. He is so expressive and loving even if he can't communicate...I feel like he would be sad for not being enough BUT LIKE HE IS THE NICEST IN WHOLE WORLD 😭😭😭😭 cryin rn

I was feeling really down, but writing this made me feel better, so thank you anon for sending this lovely little idea in.

CW: Shibuya spoilers, mentions of past injury, loss of limb, hurt/comfort, implied depression, insecurity, scars, non-sexual nudity

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“Hey baby, I’m back.”

You called out to your boyfriend as you stepped into your shared apartment. There was no response, but his shoes were in the doorway and his coat was hanging on his hook. Padding into the living space you still couldn’t find him.

“Hey, babe? Toge?”

Concerned you call out again. You knew things were rough for him right now with the five year anniversary of the loss of his arm coming up next week, but you hoped it wasn’t bad enough for him to run off.

The thought caused panic to bubble in you, your chest constricting as you hurriedly went to check the bedroom. The room was a mess, pictures and random scraps of paper strewn about. Picking up a few near the entrance, you realized that they were artifacts of your high school days. Pictures of you and Toge on dates, hanging out with the other second years, and sweet notes he wrote for you made up the mess scattered across the plush carpet.

Then your heart sank. As you surveyed the whirlwind of memories, you realized that they all had something in common. They were all from before the Shibuya Incident. Before he lost his arm.

Following the sound of running water, you pick your way across the room and push open the bathroom door. A blast of steam hits you in the face as you flip the lights and fan on. There he was.

He was sitting in the shower still wearing a pair of gray sweatpants, unresponsive as the near scalding water cascaded down on him. Without a second thought you peel off your shirt and socks before climbing into the shower with him. Crouching before him, you gently brush his sopping bangs out of his eyes.

“Hey babe. Found you.”

You smile softly at him, cupping his face with your right hand. He doesn’t respond, but he leans slightly into your touch.

“Can I hold you?”

You keep your voice gentle and quiet, your heart breaking for him. A slight, barely perceptible nod was the only sign that he even heard you. Maneuvering so you were sitting beside him, you wrap one arm around his back and lean against him. After a moment, he tilts his head so it’s resting on yours.

Sitting in silence, you give him the space and time he needs. After a long stretch of time, he pulls away and turns so you are facing him. You place your hand on his knee and squeeze it, silently telling him that you’re there for him, and he can take all the time he needs.

Clumsily, he begins signing with his remaining hand.

Why are you still with me?

Of all the things he could have asked or said, this was not one of the things you would have anticipated. You take a moment to think. Then you reply simply and bluntly, wanting to make sure that he understood what you were saying.

“Because you’re you. And I love you.”

He looks frustrated and his signing becomes jerkier as he speeds up.

But look at me!

He makes a vague gesture towards his entire body.

“I am. And all I see is the man I love.”

You have an idea where this is coming from, but you want to wait until he says it because the idea that he would think so lowly of himself physically pained you.

But I’m useless! His shoulders slump and he repeats the hand motion. Useless.

“You’re not useless.”

You say firmly.

“Not even in the slightest.”

I am though.

The haunted look of self-loathing looked unnatural on his gorgeous face.

I’m practically useless as a jujutsu sorcerer. I already have this technique that hurts me more than it helps others. Now I can’t even make up for my weakness with my physical ability because I lost my arm.

Tears join the shower water dripping down his face.

And not only am I a worthless jujutsu sorcerer, I’m a pathetic boyfriend. I can’t hold you, the person I love more than anything else in this world, in my arms. I’m not strong enough to protect you. Hell I can’t even tell you I love you with my words!

He averts his gaze to the water going down the drain.

And on top of all that, I’m selfish. I know I’m worthless. I know I’m not good enough for you, but I need you. I’m not a good enough person to let you go.

Finally done, his hand dropped to his side with a small splash.

“Hey.”

Your voice is loving, but insistent as you speak.

“Look at me.”

He complies, his lovely violet eyes dark and hopeless.

“You told me to look at you earlier. And I am. Do you know what I see?”

A pathetic man who-

You continue talking, ignoring him.

“I see the man I fell in love with in high school. He’s grown up and changed, but at heart he’s the same person.”

You caress his cheek, looking deep into his eyes.

“His face has sharpened and become more handsome.”

He shuddered against your palm as you brush your thumb along his cheekbone and jawline.

“His eyes show that he’s seen and experienced indescribable horrors. He’s lost that innocence. But I love him all the more for it. Because I’ve changed too. I’ve lost my innocent belief that we are untouchable. I’ve become harsher, more pessimistic, and less emotional. But you know what’s in my heart?”

You take his hand and place it on your chest. Quietly he watches you, and you can see that your words are starting to penetrate the self-hatred clouding his mind.

“In here lives the silly teenage girl who thought that she and all her loved ones were untouchable, invincible. The girl who cared too much about anything and anyone. The girl who spent hours daydreaming about going on romantic dates with her white haired classmate that always had a mischievous spark in his eyes. The girl who kept a meticulous journal of her dream wedding to a boy with purple eyes and beautiful markings around his mouth.”

The corners of Inumaki’s mouth lifted a miniscule amount and his eyes softened as he remembered. Encouraged, you reach behind you and turn the water off. Continuing to speak, you begin removing his soaked sweatpants.

“As for your inability to tell me that you love me with your words, that has never bothered me.”

Placing the sweatpants beside you to deal with later, you gently tug on his arm until he stands and steps out of the shower.

“Honestly, I like it better that way.”

He shoots you a disbelieving look at your words, but allows you to dry him off before helping him into a fresh pair of boxers and sweatpants.

“Really, I do. It’s so easy to say the words ‘I love you’ and not mean them at all. It’s a lot harder to fake it or lie if you have to express them through your actions. The way you worked so hard everyday to make sure I knew how you felt made me feel even more secure and loved than a few shallow words could.”

You quickly dry yourself off and change into a fresh pair of panties and a new shirt. Leading out of the bathroom and into your bedroom, you sit in the middle of your bed and lay a towel across your lap before patting it. Obediently he laid down and put his head on your lap. You began drying his hair.

“You’re special, Toge. You express yourself through physical touch and acts of service, and have never verbally said the words ‘I love you’ to me, but let me tell you. Not once, in the five and a half years we’ve been dating, have I doubted for even a second that you loved me. Do you understand? I don’t need you to be able to say the words to me. I already know.”

After you finished drying his hair, he sat up and faced you.

But what about my arm? Do you really want to be with me still? I’m disfigured and disabled.

The look in your eyes is so tender he can barely stand it. Why? Why do you look at him with such love and affection?

“Toge.”

You breathe, the look on your face telling him that you knew exactly what was running through his mind.

“I didn’t fall in love with you because of these.”

You squeeze his bicep.

“I fell in love with you because of this.”

You tap his temple.

“And because of this.”

You lay your palm flat against his chest. Looking up at him, he can see the sincerity shining in your eyes.

“I love you for you, Toge. You could be the ugliest, most ratchet mf to ever roam the face of the planet and I would still love you. Because you will always be my person. And I hope that I’ll always be yours.”

He nods, smiling at your word choice as tears well in his eyes, relief hitting him like a freight train as you managed to say exactly what he needed to hear. Tugging your arm, you help him pull you into his lap. Wrapping his arm around your waist, he buries his face in your neck as you drape your arms around his neck and card through his hair.

He presses repeated kisses against the crook of your neck, each one a silent apology for doubting the love you shared.

You rested your cheek against his soft white hair and took comfort in the intimacy of the moment. Kissing the side of his head, you whisper the words you so desperately want him to engrain into his soul and never forget.

“You, Inumaki Toge, are perfect. Just the way you are.”

#lee's brain writes #end of 2023 collab #inumaki x reader #inumaki toge x reader #toge inumaki x reader #inumaki x you #hurt/comfort #jjk x reader #enjoy this soft insecure baby boy inumaki #bc in my eyes he's a little gremlin/troll who loves to make mischief #also a meme master #but i was feeling depressed and sentimental so here you go #idk if you're going to get an inumaki fic not about him being a little shit again

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noyzinerd · 1 year

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I have learned that there are two types of toddlers: the ones that make the stuffed animals hug and the ones that make the stuffed animals fight.

At surface level, Stiles comes off as this smitten guy who fawns over people for years and lavishes them with gifts and big gestures.

But you just know that Stiles, at age 3, was the type of kid that used to close up two stuffed animals in a box and violently shake it around in a Thunderdome-two-may-enter-only-one-may-leave situation.

Meanwhile, Derek gives off a snarly, prickly, rip-your-throat-out type of vibe.

But you just know that Derek, at age 3, once started crying at a yard sale when he had to sell his toys. His parents thought it was because he was sad about giving away his things, but soon found out it was actually because his tiger stuffie was bought without his gorilla stuffie and they HAVE to be bought together because they're married and Derek, being the sweetest and softest little boy in the world, couldn't stand the thought of them being separated. His parents then had to track down the buyer and convince them to also take the gorilla. After that, all of Derek's toys had to be labeled as a buy-one-get-one-free deal at the yard sale in order to keep the pairs together.

#sterek #teen wolf #stiles stilinski #derek hale #mieczysław stiles stilinski #tyler hoechlin #dylan o'brien #Derek was a soft boy #Stiles was a little chaos gremlin

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ode-to-fury · 8 months

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Friendship Astarion is so important to me. Like I know everyone is horny for the sassy elf but like… what if he learned to care for someone without sex? What if he tried to manipulate Tav into bed and they told him no? And then… kept being nice to him? Kept taking care of him and expecting the same in return? What if he doesn’t have to fall in love to realise he wants to live a life where he cares about things and makes his own decisions? What if he tells them about how he used his body anyway? What if they tell him he never has to again? What if they hug him and expect nothing back? What if they put their head on his shoulder and nothing else? What if, for the first time in 200 years, he felt safe enough to joke and laugh and not put on a show because it’s obvious they don’t feel that sort of attraction to him anyway? What if he just had a best friend?

#i’m sorry but I’m so soft for friendship soulmates #because friendship is weird in the sense that the only thing youre getting is companionship #nothing else #you just keep choosing each other over and over and I think that would be such a novel concept for hi #and he’d fuck up and learn consequences cause tav isnt a lovesick puppy and friends can get angry with each other #because there’s not that other aspect of romance thats involved #god i just- friendship astarion #and they’d be so annoyingg cause my tav is a chaos gremlin too and just as tired and jaded #astarion #bg3 #baldur’s gate 3

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muzzleroars · 10 months

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What if (in the broken down V1 future) Gabe storms heaven, with the goal to reclaim his own lost light, knowing that he can never be rejoined with it (he is too demon now and the council are dead), but that there is the faintest hope that he could instead use it to ascend v1 in a fashion, using a part of himself that was unfairly taken but could now be given by his own volition.

Plus the Idea of a 'rising' V1 would be really cool (Gabe is such a good influence on it).

Maybe a rising V1 would burn just hot enough to melt gabe's frozen tears?

(see this!)

anon i'm absolutely enamored with the how romantic this is...to go back to heaven to reclaim his lost soul but not for himself, to give it freely as the only way he might save v1. to fully take back everything that was his and perhaps free himself of the lingering torment that he never should have received by finally having true ownership of himself - that light is not god's, not the council's, not heaven's, but his...to be a fallen angel, to be a demon to those in heaven, yet to commit the most selfless act of giving away everything he thought he once was. it plays on the unicorn motif and mirrors the blood he has given so often, to resurrect with his life force and have it reborn as a symbol of his love. and it makes me think, as gabriel has long since become more demonic in form, v1 can gain a bit of angelic grace through his lost light...ohhhh im a baby.....

#i got so soft over this!!!!#giving v1 the breath of life....#defying all of god's laws to give it immortality if he can #they are not normal about each other and im so glad!!!#thank you anon....love little angel v1 (still gremlin)#cake answers #doodle tag #v1 #rise and fall au

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lyss-butterscotch · 9 months

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Are you willing to do some what if scribbles or rambles maybe about what an alternate timeline would be like if sliver and nsh both shared moon(*projects my polyamory onto my blorbos*) or if moon just ended up with nsh in the first place? I think it would be cool to explore something like that

And also I’m just super self indulgent XD

I personally see them more as besties but i think they'd make a very sweet couple. Just 2 old souls getting some time for themselves free of their responsibilities. So lilypad doodles for the soul :)

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nightwolf14292 · 29 days

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Late Night Patrol

Just imagining half asleep Damian after a long patrol practically falling asleep on his feet and Bruce goes to pick him up but Damian doesn't fight him, just lets him, and as Bruce is tucking him into bed he mutters a quiet "Love you, dad.." Right before he passes out, which is like the only time he's ever said that ever and it's one of Bruce's favorite moments with one of his kids <3