#physical violence is their love language
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#my friend told me to draw this so here we are#‘his love language is physical violence’ (c) guy from twitter#call of duty#john soap mactavish#simon ghost riley#ghostsoap#soapghost#call of duty fanart
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God to have you chained and collared to my bed, waiting for me after a hard day...
chained up bouncing in excitement for some attention and stimulation :3
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Ideal relationship: we just fucking kill eachother
#not in a double sui type of way but i'm talking our love language is physical violence#posts that would make my mother cry#i need that tag back
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whenever i see that clip of carlos pinching charles’s stomach, it just kind of baffles me how he doens’t flinch. at all. like not even a little.
they are really that comfortable with physical touch with one another, i love how they’re both just so used to it by now.
oh yes 😭❤️ is this the one you mean? I have to say, I love how Carlos pinches his (boy)friends to show love. And that was actually their first year as teammates, so Charles really got used to Carlos' love language quickly...
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Saturday Snippet
Thank you for the tag, my darling @pinklume!
I have been tap, tap, tapping away almost all day, trying to gain some traction of the Prongsfoot Epic (not an epic) and it's going like gangbusters! Here, have this bit!
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For the first time since he'd returned home nearly a month ago, Sirius realizes as he steps into his flat that this is the first day he hasn't spent with James tickling at some part of his mind the entire time. He'd forgotten, if only temporarily; forgotten the previous night, forgotten the claiming pull the other has always seemingly had over him, forgotten stupid, false promises made too long ago to be a factor now but still somehow are, something he hadn't thought possible after how he'd felt this morning. And feels a little guilty about that, because if there's one person he couldn't ever tolerate forgetting, it's James, always so very important to him in a plethora of ways, but it had felt nice, that brief reprieve.
So, of course it can't last, all of it crashing back over him when he walks deeper into his home and finds James draped in what's become his customary armchair. He grins at Sirius, hazel eyes sweeping over him, like he's searching for signs of something, delving deep, a bloodhound caught by an enchanting scent. His mouth pulls oddly at one corner, gaze going darker behind his glasses before it all fades away as though it hadn't existed to begin with.
"Where've you been?" he demands, though his tone is laced with boredom as those same eyes flicker down to inspect his nails. "I've been waiting on you for ages."
"That's your own fault. It's barely gone half seven," clips out Sirius in a pinched voice. "You said eight. You're early. Why the fuck are you this early?"
James' bottom lip sticks out dramatically. "I missed you," he says plainly, dragging his thumbnail beneath another to clear it of gathered dirt. He looks up suddenly, motions pausing. "Have you been out all day?" he asks suspiciously.
"Most of it. What's it matter? Again, you said eight. I'm here, I'm back, plenty of time to spare. Please don't get your antlers into a knotted mess just because you're an impatient knob."
"You're the impatient one," mutters James.
"Not as much as you are with me," mumbles Sirius under his breath, James not hearing him.
"Whatever," continues James, sounding far too much like his son as he hauls himself up from the chair. "I'm bored, I've been here forever. Let's go. I'm taking you to a new pub. I think you'll like it."
Sirius blanches. "Can you give me a bit to revive myself before you drag me back out again?"
"Why?" launches James accusingly, eyes narrowing once more as he moves towards Sirius, leaning in close, like he'll be able to see something incriminating on him better that way. "Need a good shower to wash off the evidence of the day or something?"
"The fuck is that supposed to mean?"
Tongue tracking along the inside of his mouth, James leans back a bit, arms crossing loosely over his chest, a smirk forming slowly, Sirius watching him with a furrowed brow.
"Means you're a slag," he states calmly, like there's nothing closer to the truth, and Sirius sputters, gapes, rage flaring through him.
"Fuck you, Potter," he spits. "I'll punch your nose off your fucking face. You'll have to tie bits of sting to your hair to hold those glasses up from now on."
Snorting, James rolls his eyes. "What the hell happened to you? You're so sensitive. I used to call you a slag daily and it never bothered you. What, have you had one too many dicks and it's scrambled the humorous part of your brain or something?"
Sirius opens his mouth, but nothing comes out, words stuck hard inside his throat. He swallows, swallows down the retort that when James had said that so freely years ago, it hadn't mattered because they both knew what it really meant and who Sirius was reserved for unquestionably.
"I just…wanna wash my face. Take a fucking slash in my own loo before I'm thrust on the world of heinous public toilets again," he mumbles, turning away from James, feet carrying him towards the door of the room.
"Sirius," calls James, voice sharp and halting Sirius automatically no matter how hard he tries to resist. When Sirius glances over his shoulder after James remains quiet, he finds his friend staring at him, his frown pulling deeply over his brows, eyes searching. "I didn't mean it, mate," he says, the closest Sirius will ever get to an apology.
Mouth pulling into a thin line of itself, Sirius is slow to respond. "Yeah," he grunts, shoulders stiffening. "'Cept you sort of did, didn't you?" Sirius leaves the room without another word, James' gaze following him but not his body, allowing Sirius the freedom of escape, if only for a few minutes.
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No pressure tagging: @tracingpatternswrites, @beautitudes (if not a snippet, you KNOW i'll take something else, hint hint), @theresthesnitch
#prongsfoot epic#(not an epic)#prongsfoot#sirius black#james potter#snippet#(i REALLY need a title guys)#they love each other i swear they do#pay no attention to the fact that almost every scene i've written with them involves some sort of spat/argument/physical violence#physical fighting is a love language#(their love language shh)#my writing#holli writes#it's going to be fine
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most of the reason i feel like bruce enables vance’s violent tendencies so much is cause like… it’s honestly cathartic to watch. he never physically fights people if it isn’t in self defense because 1. he has a reputation to keep and 2. he cares way too much about his parents to do anything to disappoint them or drag their reputations down with him. so usually he just has to turn the other cheek to assholes even if he really REALLY wants to shut them up himself.
vance on the other hand has a 0.5 GPA and and is the poster boy for child neglect and unmedicated psychiatric problems. he has almost nothing to lose from tearing just about anybody a new one for breathing at him the wrong way. so when he does happen to go for someone bruce has wanted see get their comeuppance for a long time, well, it’s hard to try being the peacemaker in that situation rather than just silently watching from a safe distance and later on either subtly or blatantly encouraging it.
(and if vance just so happens to start going after all the same guys bruce complains about giving him a hard time… well no one has to know about that.)
#vances love language: physical touch but only violent and only toward people you hate#bruces love language: words of affirmation especially when affirming said violence#they r so special to me#and to each other#text#hc#mine#the black phone#bruce yamada#vance hopper#brance
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trying to flirt with ur best friend’s best friend like
#i’m standing here making content for me and like two other people#ody/sthe#is this a crack ship#like does this count#what even counts as a crack ship#listen to me. listen#their love language is violence and bullying#friends who physically assault each other#another love triangle solved by polyamory#odysseus#sthenelus#the iliad#mj draws
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I love the range of sibling dynamics that take place.
It goes from “i hate you, you suck, don’t touch me don’t even breath the same air as me��� to “hey” “hey” to “we were forged in the fires together, two halves of the same whole that cannot be complete without the other, you are my family in a way that no one else will ever be” to “look it’s you *shows a picture of a moose*”
And it’s all from the same two people, like
Siblings are wild dude.
I love it
#siblings#funny#sibling dynamics#sibling rivalry#sibling shenanigans#this is from personal experience if you couldn’t tell#i am very close with my siblings#they are the bomb but also a nuisance#if anything were to happen to them i would kill everyone in this room because forgiveness is for the weak and revenge is forever#i would also punch them in the face given the chance#do not be deceived we are close and we love each other#but sometimes the only language we speak is physical violence
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for everyone saying carlos’ love language is physical touch, let me add to the growing fact sheet
#f1#carlos sainz#charles leclerc#p1#physical touch or physical violence?#love language#just a little face nuzzle
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normal besties: let's give each other matching friendship bracelets
ava and lilith: let's give each other matching wounds
#why are they LIKE THIS#girls chill#warrior nun#ava silva#sister lilith#lilith's love language is physical violence and it shows
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I think the concept of what makes true “enemies to lovers” work for me really is only viable in the Destiny universe bc where else could you get nigh-immortal beings who can actually kill each other over and over as expressions of love. none of that halfhearted knife-to-throat “I could kill you in a heartbeat but I won’t bc I’m secretly in love with you and a whiny little bitch about it” pussyfooting around the issue. 1v1 each other in private crucible matches or the surfaces of barren planets where your undeniable feelings make you that much more ruthless towards the other or don’t even talk to me
#is this about guardians or the hive? yes.#both actually. this is about kai/caoilinn but also netri/zorak and ravan/[redacted]#bungie accidentally creating the perfect concoction to make e2l viable for me to enjoy by thinking ‘what if we just made respawning canon’#violence as a love language is underutilized in e2l narratives in general which is a shame#i don’t want to read/see a guy physically/emotionally abuse a girl I want them both deranged and fucked up in their love for each other#destiny#destiny 2#oc talk#legacy dot text
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For a horrible long moment she teetered on the edge, fighting gravity. I leaped up, racing to grab her, pull her back, somehow, save her.
But the tiger wrapped a massive arm around me and held me down.
She fell. Disappeared from sight.
<No! No! No!> I cried.
<Hang on, Marco>, Jake said. <Hang on, man. Hang on, man.>
He held me that way, pinned down. The strength of his tiger morph made my own strength insignificant.
<Hang on, Marco. Hang on, man.>
Dimly, as though I was watching it on an out-of-focus TV, I was aware that battle raged on the opposite peak.
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In the sky a battle raged between the Empire ship and the Blade ship with its fighters. Not my problem anymore.
Nothing was my problem. All I had to do was listen to the voice in my head saying, <Hold on, Marco. Hold on, man. Hold on.>
like if k. a. applegate didn't want me to be a crazy person about this maybe she should have written a different fucking book!!!!
#marco's like 'it was the worst moment of my life but luckily my best friend was there to wrestle me to the ground until i dissociated#HELLO??????????#when people talk about 'how was animorphs for kids' they always talk about like the violence and moral dilemmas and shit#but for me it's these character things where i'm like... who let you do this.... why..... (thank you... but also oh my god....)#animorphs#'the strength of his tiger morph made my own strength insignificant' makes me insane sorry#literally like taking away someone's agency as a show of love because your love language as a duo is winning the war#this is also a reverse of the scene in book one where marco tells jake tom is a controller and jake tries to hit him and marco just like#sits on him until he calms down#which itself is like not physically but metaphorically echoed by the plot of book 31.... agh
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Inspired by something I saw @infernal-feminae talk about, which I hadn't thought to bring up before.
Niffty isn't a child. Yes she's small, yes she's cute and yes she's more than a little unhinged but she isn't a child. She won't take kindly to being treated as such.
But what about when she was drunk and the whole 'pet the kitty' thing? Now listen here. I'm a 30 year old man and I have been soothed while drunk by getting cuddles from the nearest soft animal I can get my hands on. Niff was a drunken mess, were she so inclined that'd be the point she'd start hugging everyone and telling them how much she loves them (that would never happen but you get my point). Physical touch is a comfort to her, that's what that boils down to.
As someone who is 4'11, I understand being mistaken for a kid, even still getting treated like a kid by some who refuse to realise that my 'silly goofy little guy' nature doesn't mean I lose my right to be seen as an adult but if that happens to Niff then expect her to react accordingly.
#Yes she likes being picked up but god- same#physical touch is her love language okay#she often just revvs that up to physical violence because she's got her own issues she's dealing with#For The Collection || Niffty HC#Also kinda a PSA on how I'll be writing her tbh#hazbin hotel cw#niffty cw#and with that I go to bed
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Part 9!
Look, Donnie's love language is stuff. Good, physical, tangible stuff. And protective violence. I think it radiates love too haha
I kind of...got a little carried away and drew two plots instead of one and fifteen pages instead of ten. Tumblr won't let me post more than ten pictures, so I glued some of them together. I hope nothing is broken ,_,
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Absolutely amazing animatic
#cass apocalyptic series#rottmnt#rise of the tmnt#riseofthetmnt#leonardo#donatello#future leonardo#future donatello#casey jones#casey jr#michelangelo#future michelangelo#raphael#future raphael
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That update literally. I don't. I. Just take it @somerandomdudelmao Take this and take all my brain space and if I had any money I'd want you to take it.
#my art#not my au#cass apocalyptic series#future donatello#future mikey#future leo#future raph#casey jr#rottmnt fanart#rottmnt#tmnt#tmnt fanart#tmnt au
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Yan!Alastor with a sweet little doe reader that loves to stay close to them and is rather clingy? Cuddles are a must, light kisses on the chin, wanting to walk together with held hands, physical contact is basically their love language! 🥰 even going for his fluffy ears cause who wouldn’t?? I love your writing btw! It makes me happy whenever you have something new for us ❤️
SAY YOU’LL NEVER LEAVE ME!
— yandere!alastor x clingy!reader
— AGH!! this made me scream thank you sm i love you!!! violence warning! pure yandere fluff 😲
is in love with how clingy you are! you refuse to leave his side, and he didn’t even need to force you! alastor loves a submissive darling who’d do what he desires without asking
not to mention how innocent you are! how did such a sweet little doe such as yourself get into hell? st. peter must have been mistaken!
because of your pure nature, alastor would only want the best things for his darling! just promise him to be his forever, and the rest of hell will be in the palm of your hand.
alastor himself isn’t one for physical touch though. he doesn’t mind keeping you at his side nor does he mind the kisses, don’t get it wrong, he adores your kisses! touching his ears though may be harder to adjust to.
he hates the reminder that he is a prey animal, he himself enjoys being the predator. your gentle touch against his fluffy ears and antlers as he twitches under your touch makes him quite uncomfortable to the fact you’re touching his weakest and most sensitive spot.
eventually, he grows to accept the fact that to be yours, he must make some sort of sacrifice. and if it’s this, so be it…
although, because of your clingy behavior, it only raises his possessiveness. seeing you even talking to someone else would make his blood boil.
especially if it is someone alastor has conflict with; seeing you even be approached by lucifer or vox would make him jealous; his smile would grow strained, his murderous intent thick in the air, enough to cut with a knife.
against lucifer or fellow overlords, alastor wouldn’t act upon it. despite his huge ego, he knows better than to pick a fight with demons who are more powerful than him.
to those who are lesser than him… unfortunately, they’re not as lucky.
of course though, being the gentleman he is, he refuses to taint your soul with all the carnage and bloodshed he commits to keep you as his sweet doe.
‘LIVE ON AIR’ the neon sign in alastor’s broadcast station lit up as the speakers across pentagram city came to life. a man begging for his life, screaming as various noises were heard. one could only assume the radio demon was tearing his soul to pieces.
the sound of flesh being ripped apart was gruesome as the sinner’s bloodcurdling screams grew weaker. the sound of his corpse being hit against the walls of the station at least 40 times until alastor threw the body onto the floor.
when the man screamed no more, alastor’s voice was heard, sighing deeply, as if all his pent-up stress had just been released before joyful music started playing in the background. “good evening, sinners! take this broadcast as a reminder not to mess with what belongs to me! lest you’d like me to feast on your screams.” alastor warned before he laughed maniacally. and then he was gone once more.
after releasing all of his fury, he returned back to your shared bedroom, his cute little doe in pretty jammies he bought for you. so comfy in bed while hugging a plushie of a manically-cute red kitty, the antlers on its’ head resembling alastor’s. “alastor, what took so long?” you pouted as he began to retire in his nightwear, first taking off his bowtie.
“forgive me, my doe. there were many things to cover tonight on my radio broadcast…” he smiled, pinching your plump cheeks; so yummy and jiggly under his touch. “could i make it up to you tonight?” he smiled widely.
“ugh, then hurry up, please?!” you hit the sheets in frustration. “ahaha… just be patient, my darling.” he patted your head, getting into bed with you. turning off the lights before he wrapped his lanky arms around your waist, burying his face in your hair and leaving a trail of light kisses over your head.
the next time you’d see alastor’s broadcast station, a peculiar skeleton is pinned, adding a grotesque look to the hotel
#hazbin hotel#hazbin hotel x reader#alastor#alastor hazbin hotel#alastor x reader#hazbin alastor#hasbin alastor#hazbin hotel alastor#alastor headcanons#alastor hazbin x reader#alastor hc
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