#im very touch starved

[ur-gay-shark-dad]

how to get perfect sleep

1.u can't

2.sandwiched between 2 blahajs

[amekikai]

I've been unbelievably down horrendous for DIO for days now. I want him to grip my skull and pop my head.

[sualne]

some sketches

[cynicallyneutral]

his

[theosphobia]

posting my delusion for tumblr

fic below

[darlingcloudie-9]

woe; my kny self insert be upon ye 😾😾

isn’t she cool like

[stiffyck]

I've been bothering people with this in dms so much but that's not enough so I'm sharing my insanity here.

Scar who doesn't need physical touch. He's not exactly touch averse (tho you could see it that way), he just. Doesn't need the affection. He likes the occasional hand holding or a quick hug, but he also likes his personal space and freedom. Hugs and cuddles are too warm and too stifling and he needs his freedom for movement.

He's not sad about this. It's not anything tragic or awful. He likes the idea of cuddling and he loves seeing other people hug and cuddle. It's just not for him.

He also doesn't understand touch starvation. He's never experienced it and probably never will.

In 3rd life, in the desert. Grian noticing scar taking a step back when someone is standing too close, shying away from physical contact and never being the one to initiate it. He stops trying to touch scar, only when it's necessary.

He notices how much more comfortable scar looks after he stops giving him so much physical affection. But... this leads to grian maybe becoming a bit touch starved.

Grian telling scar in the desert he feels a bit touch starved and scar asking him what it means. Grian explains.

After that, grian notices scar holds his hands much more often. It's not much but it means the world to him.

Hermitshipping under the cut

Also. Comedic potential.

Let's take redscape for example (or scarian. Works both ways. Just imagine whichever ship you prefer sjcjdksk). Scar and mumbo start dating. But since scar can't really provide all the physical affection mumbo needs, he goes to grian. Mumbo gets cuddles and hugs from his best friend and he gets hand holding and occasional short kisses from his partner. It works for them.

Now imagine tho. The hermits thinking it's mumbo and grian who are dating. They will often see mumbo and grian cuddle or hug or hold hands. A lot of the times scar is even with them, but keeps distance a bit.

Sometimes scar holds mumbos hand, but that's about it.

It's actually scar and mumbo who are dating but they don't know that.

Or

The mumscarian option where they are all dating. Grian and mumbo get the affection they need from each other and scar is happy to just be with them.

Sometimes, when sleeping on the same bed, grian and mumbo will cuddle while Scar just holds one of their hands. Or not even the whole hand, just have their pinkies interwined.

Also scar definitely has a ton of plushies to hug close at night

[cows-wearing-my-sweater]

nothing wrong with a little self-indulgence

word count: 851 warnings: none !! this is pure fluff notes: shorter post for tonight :) ive had this written for awhile and it's up on my ao3 but i wanted to put it here as well,

Sun shines down on you through the tall bedroom window, gently warming your shoulders. Though the beams feel nice, they’re unwelcome. Barely able to open your eyes in the battle against falling back asleep, you struggle to pull the comforter further up in order to shield yourself from the responsibilities of the morning. Your shifting in bed causes a groan from beside you.

“Don’t tell me you want to get up early today, darling,” Matty whines, eyes still closed. “I was just having the most wonderful dream about my beautiful girlfriend.”

You manage to blink your eyes fully open at this, catching sight of the sly smile on Matty’s face. You push yourself a little closer to him and nuzzle your head in the crook of his neck. “I would rather stay here, but…”

“No ‘but’s.” Matty wraps his arm tightly around you, replacing the warmth of the sun that had been on your back with the heat of his own body. You’re pressed against his chest now, just as he knows you like to be. You take in the feeling of his chest rising and falling gently, the familiar rhythm of his heartbeat. The idea of getting out of bed and getting on with the day feels like a lost cause now.

Matty tilts his head down to press a soft kiss to the top of your head. His lips linger there, allowing himself to take in everything about you; the softness of your hair, the way you smell, the way your legs are tangled with his. 

There’s silence for a while, save for the sound of each of you breathing. You’ve fallen in sync with Matty; inhale, hold for a beat, exhale. You move in unison, two halves of one whole. You’re not sure if Matty is still awake at this point. His grip keeping you close to him has loosened slightly, and you take the opportunity to pull back from him ever so slowly as not to disturb his rest. You do this so you can properly admire him in his vulnerable state. You want to envelop his soul in calm and quiet, protect him in the bubble of peace he rests in now.

Your eyes begin to wander all around him, trying to capture every single detail as it is. The corners of his mouth are pointed upwards in an almost imperceptible smile. His lips are parted so slightly; you’ve kissed those soft lips countless times, yet your craving for them never ceases. A few stray, messy curls lie haphazardly on his forehead. His chest is bare, almost beckoning for you to come back to your place against it. And you do. You bring yourself back to his warmth, and when you close your eyes you attempt to burn the image of a sleeping Matty into your mind, keeping it somewhere tucked away and safe.

For the next hour or so, you fall in and out of sleep, yet each time you wake you’re never out of arm’s reach from Matty. His fingers brush against your arm while he sleeps. You mimic his movements, bringing your fingertips to the tattoos littering his arms, tracing the designs. His skin is soft. It’s familiar.

 Finally, Matty begins to stir once more. His eyes flutter open and immediately land on you. He follows your gaze out the window; the sun has now undeniably risen. You can’t kick the notion that a responsible adult would have started their day long before now, and Matty seems to sense this within you.

He sighs gently before saying, “We can put off work for today, my love. I know how stressed you’ve been. You can’t hide that from me.” You don’t say anything in response, so he adds, “Let me take care of you today.”

You prop yourself up in bed and look at him. “I have so much to get done, Matty,” you groan and rub your temples.

Matty sits up next to you. He frowns and intertwines his fingers with yours. “You’ve earned this day off, [Y/N]. We can take it slow today. I’ll run you a bath, I’ll take care of all the cooking. You won’t lift a finger today.”

You sink back into the pillows. Matty pulls you to him again, fingers running through your hair. His hands wander down to your neck and shoulders, gently massaging. You sigh happily.

“Just lay here with me,” he whispers.

You concede to this, knowing Matty would never change his mind. And you’re happy to comply. This is safety. This is comfort. Matty presses a kiss to the back of your neck, then turns you so he can leave his mark on your forehead, your nose, your cheeks, your jaw. His kisses are lazy as he reaches your lips. You can feel him smile against you. You can tell as he pulls away from you that he wants to deepen the kiss, to grace your neck with his lips, but he decides not to. That could be saved for another day. Today he holds you, and that’s enough. It always has been.

[bunnieswithknives]

is David touched starved? like how would he react to being hugged or just general physical affection?

David is simultaneously very touch starved and touch repulsed in the sense that his immediate reaction to anything he doesn't understand is to push it away violently. Like if you're a stranger/touch him unexpectedly he will hit you.

If your someone that he likes tho, like his parents or Red, he would just straight up cry I think.

Bonus I drew this at some point:

[oceanwithouthermoon]

been thinking about kubosai with saiki meeting kuboyasus dogs again...

the dogs TEASING KUSUO for having an obvious crush on aren and they all think the two of them are either in a situationship, since theyre CLEARLY in love but dont really look like theyre dating, OR that theyre straight up dating but are hiding it cuz they havent told arens mom yet

"does he know you love him? have you told him?"

"i dont love him..."

"ಠ_ಠ ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)"

"i regret showing you that i can talk to you."

this from aren and his mom's perspectives is just kusuo having a staring contest with a dog and looking very annoyed for some reason lmao

[jacqcrisis]

Alright, stupid scene idea about my dragonborn man that I have that I'm going to put under a readmore since its about Ronan's anatomy and its long:

Actually first, context 1: I hate the dragonborn genitals in game. They suck. They're goofy. I know in lore, dragonborns are technically mammalian, but they also lay eggs and shit, so I'm ignoring human cock and balls much like im ignoring the fact that in game, I cant give my dragon man a strongman chubby bod. For any writing purposes, Ronan has hemipenes and they are inside of him until they aren't.

Context 2: in lore, it seems like by the time BG3 happens, dragonborn have only been around for like...100 years. They are still a pretty new thing to the planet of Toril, and especially to the continent of Faerun, where the game takes place. Not new enough that in a cultural hotbed like Baldurs Gate that you'd be shocked to see a humanoid lizard, but still fresh enough they're still weird and their anatomy isn't common knowledge outside of rumors, erotica stories, and still as of yet published scientific journals.

ANYWAYS

The dumb idea is that since Ronan's a clean boy, in Act 1, first few nights camping together, it becomes pretty clear he doesn't have much shame around his body or who sees it as he strips down near the water to clean off. He's just going to do the thing, people watching be damned, and thankfully the new company he's been keeping all politely look the other way.

Except Gale, who establishes a habit on night one of talking Ronan’s earholes off while he’s washing up. Why is he doing it? What is he up to? What are they talking about?

All questions had by one paranoid member of the party who decides to come over on night three of this to see what’s going on. Gale’s sitting on a rock, nearly falls off it when Astarion makes his appearance. He’s a little pink in the ears, sheepish and stumbling over his words when he explains they were discussing the merits of taking a deal with a cambion like Raphael.

Ronan grunts, back to them, water above his hips and clearly finishing up his washing as Astarion makes pointed comment about how this seems like an interesting occasion to have such a conversation with someone. Gale stutters out weakly that it's not like they’re doing anything else and that its just an efficient use of their time. It starts a small back and forth about Gale's real intentions that Gale is extremely losing but that argument ends rather quickly as Ronan walks out the water, nude and clearly ignoring them while he reaches for his clothes and some dry rags he left near where Gale was sitting, presumably before he was sitting there.

Astarion's mouth clamps firmly shut as he sees a strange lack of…anything discernible between the cleric’s legs. There was already an idea in his mind of who he could seduce in the camp to secure his safety here and part of this charade was to discover what he may have to work in order to do so. But now…

Gale doesn't seem bothered. In fact, he's only gotten redder as he hands Ronan a cloth to wipe down with and continues their conversation from where Astarion interrupted it. Astarion leaves them to it, high tailing it to the rest of the party eating, where he immediately starts asking if anyone's noticed anything strange about Ronan.

Everyone has.

It starts a heated debate. What's going on down there? There's no penis. No vagina. Just a bulge under some wrinkles. How do dragonborns become dragon…borned?

It's mostly between Astarion, Wyll, and Lae'zel as Shadowheart is present but silent and making a sour face about the whole thing. It isn't until Lae'zel suggests, gleefully, Ronan is perhaps a eunuch or maybe castrated for some crime in his past and Wyll wonders if perhaps this is part of being a worshiper of the platinum dragon that Shadowheart speaks up. She snaps that no, that has nothing to do with Bahamut as far as she knows and also this is a very childish and unnecessary discussion to be having about one of their group.

Until Astarion interrupts to ask in a small panic if this is part of having the tadpole in their brains and what if he's slowly starting to turn into one of those things, and that gets Shadowheart’s full, horrified participation. The conversation turns to that; what if this will happen to all of them and is that actually what's happening? Should they be worried? Wouldn't it look…smoother?

Gale parts with Ronan as the dragonborn is now dress and intends to journal, Gale getting shooed with a glare and yet there's a skip in his step during his short trek back to the party, where he is immediately subsumed into the conversation. This makes him giddy as all hell when he realizes what the topic of conversation is and he’s quick to dismiss the more outlandish notions, his too many hours reading ahem non-academic works on the anatomy of various non-humanoid races lending confidence to his lessons on how how their cleric’s whole business probably works. Which is all well and good, until, in the midst of his excited explanation, he lets slip that there is a rumor he’s read, never confirmed of course, heavens forbid he ever ask anyone something like this, that male dragonborns could, perhaps, have a second appendage tucked away.

And then all hell break’s loose again, Wyll standing up and stating he’s going to go do anything else while the other four continue a heated argument about that. Across the camp, with a light spell and his journal in hand, Ronan steadfastly ignores the conversation he’s been catching snippets of. It's not the first time a company he’s joined has taken special interest in parts of him and, if he lives through all this, it probably won’t be the last.

If any of them get the pleasure of finding out, then they should feel so honored.

[skunkes]

what they dont tell you about being incredibly introspective is that you'll think you're done making realizations and then you'll just make more realizations always all the time forever

[hauntingofhouses]

every time "taigen getting pegged" comes up in the taimizu server i'm just like "i support yall but it's now time for me to leave. all the best to you 🫡🫡🫡"

[gummy-axolotl]

Not me blushing like an idiot because a very friendly Jax cosplayer gave me a big hug (prolonged. Very sweet, they offered the hug. They called me doll)

[plutolovesyou]

my mind is being consumed by "fighting for dominance"...like weak in the knees thinking about it tbh. the banter and teasing, the back n forth and switching until one breaks...🤤 LAWRDD IVE SEEN WHAT YOUVE DONE FOR OTHERS

[almostheav4n]

thinking about Joel Miller set in a southern gothic background