#insecurity cw

[lemonchickenwing]

continuation under cut

[wri0thesley]

Ok so....Kaveh being an Architect...then you have Albedo who is an Artist...both creative Blonds who appreciates the beauty of things around them like fine artwork...now imagine them both doing body worship. I can't stop picturing it.

VFJNKFVDKJN. and they'd go about it so differently too . . . sigh.

albedo goes at it from this angle; you are beautiful. this is to be expected; this is a fact. everything about you makes him feel like kissing you and touching you and telling you this, over and over and over. it's foolish of you to not see your loveliness, but he will tell you about it nonetheless, even if you don't believe it. he has truth and conviction in everything he says - he does not mince his words. if albedo says it, he believes that it is true, and he cannot understand why you don't see it.

kaveh, though, understands the idea of insecurity a little better - and so he goes at it with flowery words, with a hundred kisses and smiles and his eyes narrowed like a cat's as he purrs out his pleasure at being able to touch every inch of you, skimming over the softness of your skin with his mouth and his fingers. he drops honeyed words into your lap, buttering you up in between the kisses and the nips and the long, lingering touches, until you're so undone by his touches that you'll agree with anything he says as long as he doesn't stop--

[goremagalaisdaboss]

Heehoo this is a oneshot featuring ??? AU Croissant Cookie and her pov on things, she has some body image issues so if you are uncomfy with that I suggest that you scroll past this, with that in mind, enjoy.

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Croissant Cookie wasn't the most... social of cookies to ever grace Earthbread.

She was always holed up in her apartment, wasting days away by working on her musical career over the internet, pacing around, or stewing in her own thoughts, and rarely ever did her days stray far from this cycle aside from the occasional food delivery that gets dropped off by her doorstep every other week from what she had ordered online. Yeah, she wasn't the healthiest cookie around either, unable to exercise in her eyes and subsisting on ramen cups for the rare times she actually worked around her apprehension of eating. She likes the shrimp flavor. She always will dispite how much Sandwich Cookie always gently teased her about it.

Croissant Cookie's little doughy heart aches with how much she misses her friends, Sandwich Cookie and Hero Cookie, who have long since departed for college several states away. Several states that Croissant Cookie can't cross without risking her life just because of her stupid fainting episodes, it is a bitter thought that constantly plagues Croissant Cookie's mind. She wouldn't even be trapped in the apartment if she wasn't so prone to fainting with the slightest of exercises, she's terrified that one day she'll faint and she'll.... she doesn't know, get run over by a car or something? It scares her regardless, so she stays here in her apartment, pacing around like some sad, overweight lion that has been long since defanged and declawed. Harmless, pathetic and obese.

Croissant knows she isn't obese, far from it actually, its only a slight pudge but she can't help but feel disgusted about it anyways whenever she looks into her reflection, so much so she has long since discarded her bathroom mirror into a forgotten corner closet to collect dust, and replace her fridge with an opaque black one with grainy textured doors just to avoid seeing anything that can remind her of her physical condition. It's not like she can't also see the deep bags under her eyes, or how she looks completely pale due to never being outside, like those dumb stereotypical 'greasy gamer' images she always sees being posted online. She likes to think she isn't that messy though, she at least cleans up enough that there is only the occasional soda can or empty ramen cup hidden in a corner or up against her beaten up couch. Her desk is a different case however, with countless low caffeine drink bottles scattered about across its surface, her computer setup filled with countless neon pink and blue sticky notes, filled with numerous scribbles from remix ideas to audio samples that she could potentially use, to even small obscure doodles of her friends that are worn at the edges and flimsy upon touch, signalling just how old the notes are now.

She has a good job, she thinks, her musical career has gotten her far in internet life, what had just started as an mere adoration of DJ Cookie's party remixes became a lifelong career that Techno is happy with, she can stay in the saftey of her home and still earn enough money to pay her rent, buy herself food, and still have way too much for luxury items that she just saves up rather than spending it all. Croissant Cookie is known as Techno-mix3r online, funnily enough, she realized long ago that such a username on CookieTube sounds cheesy and childish, but she loves it, and her audience does too, if her countless followers and playbuttons are anything to say for that, it was her greatest achievement to hit it big, and its one of the only things that Croissant Cookie is proud of, so much so that she had started calling herself Techno as a preferred nickname. Tacky, she knows, but what can she do? She likes the nickname alot more than her actual name, seeing as she was technically mistakenly baked with shrimp ramen seasoning, according to her now estranged parents, who had made attempts to profit off of her success only to fail when she cut ties with them. She knew she was a mistake, her mother didn't need to rub it in that day, much less so when she tried to be all sickly sweet like molasses to try and get Techno to give her pity money.

Never again.

Techno just wishes.... she didn't have to be so alone sometimes. Without Sandwich Cookie and Hero Cookie in the apartment, it is always so quiet and empty, the silence deafening at the dead of night where Techno lay awake on her bare mattress and hugging her softly glowing dragon plush that had just simply appeared in her life one day. It made her feel... empty. Alone. Maybe even Abandoned. She knew she hadn't been abandoned, she talks with Sandwich Cookie and Hero Cookie every weekend, and sometimes she even gets to talk to her own idol, DJ Cookie. She knows they are extremely busy though so the talks are rare and sporatic, but well appreciated, Techno could even concider the brightly colored cookie as a friend, a buddy that has this oddly hilarious obsession of sending her meme holiday cards that gets her to laugh over the mic that makes the famous dj break out into a big dumb grin on their camera.

She appreciates their attempts at cheering her up during the holidays, where her lonliness seems to claw and scratch at her throat in the form of a restrained sob threatening to break loose at its peak. Such companionship is so rare for her with just how isolated she truely is.

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Techno blinks awake to a dark room, with the only light source being her tv, causing colors to dance and change about playfully as she blearily lifts an arm to rub her eyes, only to realize that she has a weight on her, alongside being leaned against something that definitely isn't a pillow, no pillow she owns is this warm, and no blanket of hers is this somewhat chilly.

Its only a few minutes after her brain manages to catch up that she thinks to pull blink out away her sleepy haze to gaze up upon who she is leaned against, only to see the person that looks so much like her, the one she has been accusing to be an alien for what seems to be so long now, Spice, was her name. With that mystery solved, Techno's head shifts slightly as she looks on her other side, causing the one shes been leaning on to tiredly glance down at her before looking back to the tv that seems to have some group of rockstars using their amazing rock and roll powers to save santa from a nest of winged dinosaurs that Techno forgot the name of.... petrowhatsits... she doesn't know.

On Techno's other side, she sees the actual confirmed alien, Wobbles, snoozing facefirst into her jacket, completely dead to the world, not that Techno can blame her, the jacket that has served her well for years is composed of such soft fabrics that Techno wouldn't part with it to have power to take over the world, its soft and cozy, just like how Techno likes it. With those mysteries taken care of, Techno's head shifts again as her eyelids start to drift closed again and her thoughts starting to mull together as she gazes out the black and gold shape tucked into a corner with an opened spare laptop that she knows contains that poor person trapped in a computer known as Chord. The weird jelly eyed zombie seems to adore the computer person though, if the fact its all curled up around the laptop that remains slightly opened is any indication.

She isn't alone anymore, is she..? It's so weird, how people that look so similar to her aside from Chord and the Zombie, have gotten so close to her in such a short period of time.

But maybe, just maybe, it's because she finally found some company in this wide world, a family that her actual parents could never provide ever.

With those thoughts lingering in her sleep addled brain, her fingers tighten around the interior fabric of her jacket from the spots they were tucked within the sleeves as she nods back off, the sounds of the tv show drifting off into obscurity.

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Wild ride tbh, anyways, the characters mentioned at the end of this oneshot is Wobbles, Spice and Chord, two croissant cookies and a timekeeper cookie owned by @clockbreadcroi

The jelly walker Timekeeper Cookie is owned by me.

[monicashipscoliver]

It’s simple. Or at least it should be. Walk down the aisle. Say the I Do’s.

A fifteen minute ceremony. A marriage. No honeymoon yet. They’ll be home by midnight, curled up on the couch together in their pajamas to watch those final two episodes on Netflix they’ve putting off.

Fifteen minutes. A ring. A kiss. The rest of their lives.

Simple things.

Simple, giant things. Earth-moving things. Life-changing things.

Love.

“I don’t deserve you,” Connor whispered into Oliver’s jaw the night before. “I don’t deserve this,” into Oliver’s cheek this morning.

Always, Oliver replies, “You do. You do.”

At the end of the aisle, Connor stands beside Oliver, his hand clasped to Oliver’s. A lifeline. An anchor.

“You don’t understand, Ollie,” Connor had argued when Oliver proposed. Months ago. Down on one knee. Smile and eyes bright, shining - open. Happy. “I don’t get to have this.”

Always, “You do.”

The ring on Connor’s finger adds years to his life.

Love. Life. Happiness. He wishes, hopes. Wants. More than anything, wants.

Connor holds Oliver’s eyes. Oliver holds Connor’s heart.

The officiant reads through the standard lines, the vows.

Softly, Oliver says, “You deserve this. You get to have this.”

Connor can’t quite believe it, but with Oliver, he’s desperate to.

“I do,” Connor says, first steps toward the rest of his life.

Oliver smiles, brilliant and beautiful and blinding. “You do.”

[edgynihilist-blog]

“Stop exaggerating, you look fine.”

body image

     “no, i don’t! i gained three pounds, i can see it on me when i look in the goddamn mirror, do not tell me that looks fine!” 

[thewitchandtheangels]

5-7 and 44 for Leo!

@heartfullofxfright || learning things about the babes (accepting)

5. On an average day, what can be found in your character’s pockets?

Jsyk my first thought while reading this was ‘oh jesus fuck’ bc I was sure it’d be an adventure.

Human Leo (mostly college daze Leo) probably always has some kinda drugs on him?? Which is. Not smart. But usually pot, sometimes other things. He also has a set of keys on him. The key to his childhood home, one to Zach and Gabriel’s place that I don’t think they actually gave to him, and one dorm key. I dunno who’s dorm it goes to. I dunno if Leo knows? Maybe it’s Jasper’s or Alexi’s or maybe no one from their friend group. He just. Has it. Bc Leo. And candy. Boy has an unending sweet tooth tbh.

Main verse Leo just has the candy, some sort of fake ID that most bars will not accept, and more often than not, he’s got some holy water on him for emergencies.

6. Does your character have recurring themes in their dreams?

IIIIII don’t think Leo has good dreams very often tbh which makes me sad but it’s just true?? If he does, regardless of verse, the theme is probably along the lines of acceptance?? Which just makes me sad. But good dreams involve him feeling safe and loved so y’know.

7. Does your character have recurring themes in their nightmares?

Oh yeah. Leo’s a fake-happy trainwreck lbr here. He’s so insecure and that shows up a lot in his nightmares, which involve the few people he cares about pushing him away. He feels like he’s not good enough, he’s never been good enough, and he’ll never be good enough. And he can pretend he doesn’t feel this way when he’s awake but once he’s asleep all bets are off. Leo’s an angsty little fucker sometimes even I forget this.

44. How easy or difficult is it for your character to say “I love you?” Can they say it without meaning it?

Definitely difficult, if he means it. I think he could say it without meaning it bc in main verse he’s still a demon, still manipulative. Human Leo maaaaaybe not tho. Not quite as sure about that one. But it definitely doesn’t come easily when he does mean it and I think he doesn’t really say it very often. He shows it, because he worries and he’s loyal and kind and very invested, but I don’t think he voices it often. Part of that for him is that if he doesn’t say it and then they leave, he can pretend it wasn’t true?? Because Leo is always worried people are gonna leave.

[bookkbaby]

are you ever just plagued by the idea that nobody actually likes you?

like something is just so fundamentally unlikeable about you that nobody really likes you. they just tolerate you. and all of your friendships end when they stop being able to tolerate you.

i just... sometimes I feel like all of my relationships are just ‘other person is kind and I am obviously needy’, but then of course I get to be too much, too annoying, the newnesss wears off and people realize that yes, I’m actually like this all the time and who wants to put up with THAT and I get dumped because god who wants to put up with me, I’m no fun to talk to

and people who first meet me go ‘oh! you’re so nice! and you’re a lot of fun!’ and every time, it’s always just ‘to a point’ and just... when people always start off by saying you’re a lot of fun and really nice, and it always ends with them throwing their hands up and raging about what an awful person you are, it kinda sinks in.

it’s gotten to the point where if someone tells me something good about my personality, I just go ‘hm. yeah right, you must be new, give it a few weeks’