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My muse is feeling touch-starved.

Send one of the following touches for my muse’s reaction. Bonus points for a description/context of some kind to make it easier for your partner to respond!

❤ - gentle or loving touch (romantic or platonic!), such as face caressing, holding your muse, rubbing their back, petting their hair, hugging them tightly, etc

ღ - kisses of any kind (romantic or platonic) such as cheek kisses, hair kisses, mouth kisses, kiss to the hand/fingertips or eyelids, etc. feel free to specify a body part!

☕ - reassuring touch, such as holding their hand, gripping their shoulder, guiding them by the arm or by a hand on the small of their back, etc

❥ - rough, violent, or dominant touch, such as gripping the back of their neck, holding them down, shoving them into a wall, digging their nails into them, grabbing their jaw, etc

❣ - add this to any of the above to make it sexual.

¿ - write your own touches!

#This would be amusing

enstorie

send one to see how my muse reacts / soft edition.

[ trail ] for your muse to start a trail of kisses down my muses neck.

[ shift ] for your muse to move hair off my muses face.

[ stroke] for your muse to gently stoke my muse’s face.

[ chin ] for your muse to gently grab my muses chin.

[ tuck ] to place a blanket on my muse.

[ wrap ] for your muse to walk into the room and say nothing before wrapping their arms around my muse.

[ fidget ] for your muse to comfort mine during a bad dream.

[ braid ] for your muse to braid mines hair.

[ sponge ] for your muse to give my muse a sponge bath.

[ drape ] for your muse to help pull off / unzip my muses clothing

jadeitor-art

Toland and Eris before the Hell Mouth trip

saltineofswing

The first commission of my new batch, done for @ir-anuk! A doodle-page of Eris Morn and Toland, the Shattered; it’s enjoyable to portray Toland’s Ascendant Self as a sort of nebulous shadow; never quite sure where the clouds of coalesced smoke and darkness end, and he begins. Toland in any AU, IMO, should have hair that floats of its own accord.

Top: “It’s a witch hunt, dearest.”

Middle: Hive Court AU: Toland isn’t invested in other people being happy. Well; most other people.

Bottom Left: Toland has something resembling a temper, it could be said.

Bottom Right: Toland, jester-king of his own literarchy.

If you’re interested in getting a doodle page commission, or any other kind of commission, for yourself- here’s my commission sheet!

Thanks again to Nem for commissioning me. Hope you like it!

actiasteeth

heromaterialarchive-blog

sordiiid:

minseokwrites:

“And I fell in love instantly.”

“It’s probably nothing.“

“It becomes perfect when you learn to accept it for what it is.“

“If you see something, say nothing and drink to forget.“

“And you may find, as time passes, that you remember it less and less.“

“Look, I’ve probably said too much.“

“If you don’t hear from me again, it has truly been a pleasure.“

“We are not history yet.“

“You are safe now.“

“You can let go now.“

“We have nothing to speak about. There never was.“

“I have chosen to not be certain of anything at all.“

“There are many things I wish I could remember.“

“I do not live but I exist.“

“I don’t know if he listens to me sometimes.“

“We can do this together, you and I.“

“You don’t know what to say."

"I know what I saw."

"Regrets just bear us down."

"You are all to me."

"Think nothing of it; it’s forgotten."

"There—now you know. Has that filled an emptiness for you? Are you any happier now?"

"I have something of urgent importance to tell you."

"And for now, existence is enough."

"No, not you! Not you!"

"Please, stay safe inside."

"I just don’t believe violence is ever the answer—it is a question. The real answer is far more terrifying."

"We can get along."

"I’m coming in there."

"There must be something beyond this something."

"I will try not to be long."

"I don’t know where I am."

"I told you I would be back."

"I let that woeful beast live."

"We have each other."

"As with life, and as with all things, it will pass."

"Am I in Hell?”

“I am certain that there must be more to us than just us."

"Let’s not dwell on our corpse strewn past; let’s celebrate our corpse strewn future."

"I probably won’t miss you."

"Well, let’s just find out together, shall we?"

"And it’s just no good anymore. We can’t carry on like this."

"Nothing is real, I don’t think. Whatever; who cares?"

"When I die, I want to have earned it."

"The present tense of regret is indecision."

"The future tense of fear is either comedy or tragedy."

"I can disappear if I want to."

"And what if the void is not as void as we thought?"

"Time is weird; so is space. I hope ours match again someday."

"We should all be so lucky to set our own futures."

"I fear for what we know."

"I fear for what we don’t know."

"We have nothing to fear and never did."

"It is likely I will learn nothing from this."

"After everything that happened, I just wanted to see you."

"It is too late for us."

"But maybe you shouldn’t sleep in your home anymore. Just in case."

"Your sadness will know no bounds."

"Nothing will be the same."

"Nothing has ever been the same."

"When something is this weird, one shouldn’t assume to understand anything specific about it at all."

"Ignorance may not actually be bliss, but it certainly is less work."

"No one has ever known anything—not really."

"I don’t know much about anything at all, honestly."

"Everything is some level of probably, nothing is a promise."

"You don’t know, and so it might very well."

"Nothing ever really happens to me."

"Thanks, that means lot. Not to me, but your words hold a lot of meaning intrinsically."

"So it’s best just to stay away."

"It cannot give you what you need."

"Oh, you don’t even want to know."

"But it wasn’t what I thought it would be."

"I’ll be back as soon as I can."

"You have no idea how often it is just you and me."

"There always seems to be something upsetting you."

"It’s not that there’s nothing coming to get you; there’s everything coming to get you. But relax anyway."

"Don’t worry. All is as it was meant to be."

"It was meant to be lonely and terrifying and unfair and fleeting, don’t worry."

"This is because I am also slightly malicious. Sorry about that."

"Thinking about it now, nothing seems good, let alone perfect."

"And those imperfections in our reality are the seams and the cracks into which our outsized love can seep and pool."

"And sometimes we’re annoyed. And disappointed. And that, too, is a part of how love works."

"I just thought it was time for us to make a home together.”

punishandenslavesuckers

“We thought ourselves invincible.”

illumynare

Fireteam Heartbreak, Described as Cats

Eris is a small gray cat with white paws. She steps carefully, daintily, from corner to shadow to corner, and always knows exactly where her tail is moving. She is the only one who has never knocked anything over. You have not known shame until she has narrowed her eyes and licked her paw at you.

Toland is a Siamese cat, long and languorous and disdainful, who cannot be made to stop talking. If you try to go to the bathroom, he yowls outside and sticks his paw under the door. If you try to cuddle him, he claws your arms, writhing like an eel, and vanishes.

(He is also that black outline of a cat, seen only in the corner of your eye, never there when you look. He is nothing and everything. He purrs only in your dreams)

Eriana is a Bengal, with crisp dark rosettes and a pelt that turns molten gold in the sunlight. She can open all doors. She has robbed the bottom of the trash can. All cats in the house submit to her. She swats Toland with her paw, and every day she lays a paw on Eris’s flank and washes her face.

Sai has long white fur and blue eyes. She looks like she belongs on a limited edition china plate, and she flays the skin off anyone who tries to pet her. But if you are very lucky, one day when you are sitting on the couch, you will feel warm little paws on your shoulder, and Sai will curl up beside your ear and purr.

Omar is an orange tabby who cannot be kept indoors. He knows how to pop out the window screen so he can range across the neighborhood, fighting all comers and climbing to impossible places. He has been viral in video and GIF, on YouTube and Tumblr. But he has a kind heart, and after he flees, he always returns with a dead mouse as an apology.

Vell is a Maine Coon. He weighs more than Eris and Sai put together, but his voice is a tiny mew. He will cuddle any human, and any cat except Toland. He will chase the laser pointer for hours. His feet sound like thunder on the stairs. One time a rat got into the house, and Vell fought it across the living room and the hallway, and tore its head off. For his courage, Eriana licked his ears.

phthalology

Eris and Toland in a somehow eldritch and edgy flower shop AU. You decide who runs it.

He wasn’t exiled for this - not for growing plants that never appeared on Earth before the Collapse, not for bundles of wormspore hung upside down to dry. The filaments still glow slightly.

Hunters find things. Eris brings him poisons and remedies because he was the first person she met who also knew all of their names.

The Vanguard permits him, but only begrudgingly. There are rumors that he works with the Awoken, that explain where some of the mutations come from. There are rumors that Cayde asks for roses for a girl or a grave.

He wasn’t exiled for this, but he will tell you if you ask that the blind complacent savants no longer visit him. He scares Warlocks, Wei translates.

Larkspur for haughtiness and toxins, vetch for devotion. The iris, the messenger, went mostly extinct shortly before the Golden Age, and so she cannot bring him that.