#the private intimacy of it all :')

[schmweed]

[canisalbus]

I'm sorry to send a message of sorts through your Ask tab, but I want to say that I really love your piece, " Seclusion ". First, I really love how the room and objects around Vasco and Machete look. The headrest's texturing is extremely cool. It looks beautiful. It makes sense with the era these two lived in, of course, but the design of the headrest feels much older in comparison to modern times now, and I think that's really cool, personally. It's a bit difficult to describe, but the pillows and bedding both look really soft. It feels protective, almost. Finding comfort in isolated sheets, but your characters are together. The comfort is not only furthered, I imagine, but I could see them feeling safe with and because of each other, too. They're resting in silent, cool darkness, the breathing of the other bringing them into a world of just their own, to breathe with just one another, I feel. The way you depict them here, they both look safe, so to speak? They feel so sealed away from the outside, and comfortable. Resting against one another, and the fact that they dress differently to bed, I think is really lovely. This piece is really sweet. Thank you for creating all that you do. It truthfully means a lot to see, and learn of.

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[sunlit-mess]

how delusional can you be as if it's disrespecting

[mail-me-a-snail]

now reposting the two poems that directly inspired private connection because you guys have got to see what's rocking my shit rn

[justsasuke]

I think I went for a while with the headcanon that Juugo and Sasuke would be big into PDA (pretty sure you can find the evidence waaayyyy back in my archives) which quite frankly is so embarrassing because I have since evolved and my mind has changed. Here are my new thoughts: I think they're in each others' space a lot, meaning they tend to stand/walk/sit etc. very close to each other. And they may sometimes hold hands in public--though more like prolonged brushing of the fingers. but that's really it. I really like the idea that the way you tell they're together isn't rooted in physical couple-y contact, but in the way they walk close together with Juugo slightly behind Sasuke, the glances Sasuke gives Juugo before he makes a decision about something, the eye contact. the way they always have quiet words to exchange with each other...little things like that. They may not really touch (or at least if they do it's something that could be passed off as normal, like a hand rested on the shoulder as one of them passes etc. etc.) but anyone can tell they're connected.

[coldshrugs]

perhaps 💗 + estinio if you’re feeling it <:

thank you dani!! i am always feeling it 🥴

💗 slow kiss / gentle kiss / inevitable / soft || 790 words || allusion to nudity/sex, but it's really just morning-after mush.

The sun winks between thick, velvet curtains, the single sliver of light determined to fall across Estinien’s face. The rest of the room is still comfortably shadowed in early morning gray. Realization creeps into his senses like the unusual warmth spreading from the source beside him. He wakes fully, trying to quiet the thunder of his heartbeat in his own ears.

Io is loosely curled on her side, ink-blue hair draped across both their pillows and covered only by his sheet bunched around her waist. She sleeps soundly, unaware of his quiet observation. 

This is the first night they've shared a bed–among other firsts.

It replays in his mind, fragmented and out of time: a dozen images–remembered sensations–of her hands on his body, her just parted mouth, his patient ache for her soothed and amplified in equal measure. She is his, the realization settles in his mind, heavier under the weight of her serenity. In a manner she doesn't and cannot belong to the rest of the world, she is his.

If she were not here now, Estinien might think it a dream. He rolls onto his back, palms digging into his eyes. It feels real enough.

So real that his movement disturbs her. Io stirs and pulls the sheet up to her chest. He watches the sleepy, twitchy smile that creases the skin around her eyes. She’s holding them shut, pretending he didn’t wake her.

“You’re shit at mummery.” His voice is thick, more gravel than teasing sweetness. He wishes he’d cleared his throat first.

Io opens one eye, a sliver of blue darker than the shadows around them glancing his way. She sets her face to firm seriousness before closing it again. “Is this better? Shall I snore?”

“Would it be more believable?”

“Even less so.”

“Let no one say you’re inconsistent.”

Io bolts up into the sunbeam, rounding on him with an open grin and sleep-heavy eyes, ready to wield the steel edge of her wit in this feigned indignance. “I–”

But the banter dies on her lips. She sees him and freezes, clutching the sheet tighter against her chest. Estinien can’t quite name the emotion in her expression. Only sees that she is suddenly aware of the greater context he had the luxury of noticing quietly.

He assumes she will shy away. Pull into herself and flee the mortification of this vulnerability. It would not be against her character, and he would not begrudge the instinctive withdrawal.

Instead, she reaches up to smooth her hair, wide eyes drifting across his face, his unclothed chest, and back again. He catches her thick swallow, then the sheet falls away as she leans in. 

Io approaches, illuminated from behind. Slow and golden, like amber. There is a moment, tiny and insulated, in which he considers once more if this is a dream. If there is a more beautiful sight on this star, he has not seen it. He doesn't care to. In the liminal space between her anxiety and certainty, her outstretched hand before it meets his skin, the fading distance keeping him from her affection, Estinien wonders why he should deserve this. Her friendship, her companionship, and if he were keen to wager… her love.

Io’s fingers graze the gnarled scar on his shoulder with the same tenderness they did the night before. He closes his eyes, and she indulges in the privacy. Fingertips sweep along his collar, over his neck, and down to his chest, where her hand rests, finally, over his heart.

There is a question in her kiss. A need for reassurance after sharing something rare, inviting him to see a part of her reserved for few. Her lips drag across his, each gentle press lingering longer than a single breath.

Estinien gathers her in his arms and answers in kind. He matches her unhurried movements and magnifies her intensity, until nothing remains of her self-doubt. She pulls away with an easy smile, but doesn’t go far.

“I’m sorry,” she whispers between them, biting her lip, and he will be thinking about that all day. “I should have more decorum during such an occasion. Instead, I asked you if I should snore.”

Estinien kisses her again, then clears his throat. “And what of it? We sleep together, and now humor is forbidden? Your comfort makes me glad.” His thumb strokes a steady rhythm across her back. 

“You could not make me more comfortable if you tried, a fact that has been well-demonstrated.” Io settles on his chest, proving her point. Her fingers skim over smooth muscle and raised scars without discrimination, and Estinien is in no rush for this to end. “I hope we will have more mornings like this. I like your sleepy voice.”

[sc-ahlu]

[lethalhoopla]

lil late night solavellan wip + solas face studies off to the side

been hankering to animate again so I roughed out a setup to base it off of, thought I'd ease back into it with.... objectively more finicky small movements and small interactions, oops lmao. can't resist a stolen stairwell moment, what can I say (￣ヮ￣|||)ゞ

[myreia]

I don't know whether to be embarrassed or happy that this fic has passed the 40k mark and it's still going.

Apparently I have a lot to say about Aymeric and Aureia's relationship and it cannot be contained.

[chicago-geniza]

AHHHHHHHHHHJJHHHJJHH

[wheelercurse]

So I wrote an analysis with milven/byler parallels a while ago. And in my conclusion I wrote that one of the biggest difference between their scenes is that byler is shot in a way that it looks like they’re sharing an intimate moment, when mil3ven lacks of intimacy, because these moments aren’t just between them, there’s more people in the shot. 

One of the clearest example is this shot, when Mike said I love you for the first time: 

Now with the script literally saying “the intimate moment”, it practically confirms that this contrast between these two couples is intentional. 

[crimsongrimoire]

nah I'm still thinking about the inherent homoeroticism of them + gloves in two distinctly different aspects

[tompettyscontroversiallyyounggf]

Finally watched The Age of Innocence, am now prepared to defend Martin Scorsese with my life if need be

[realizashuns]

The penn badgley no sex request thing was weird to me because it’s like…women can’t get the same treatment lol like I get both sides but also he’s a white man who got his request satisfied ..I’m gonna be real who even watches “you”?

[jello-chennie]

✧ todoroki who is completely in love w his gf!

✧ genre/tw fluff ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ (nsfw at the end ⚠︎)

todoroki shouto who, once you get together, cant seem to hide a single bit of the love he holds in his heart for you

todoroki who absolutely bleeds affection for you

he grew up in what was, obviously, a very unaffectionate household, so once he gets a taste of pure, loving affection from someone, he cant seem to hold himself back

and tbh, he doesn't really catch onto very many social cues or norms, so it's not like he really cares to hold himself back

so pda is on the table, all the time

you could be sat at a table, in the middle of a conversation with your friends, and shouto will be passing by

he will proceed to lean over the back of your chair and press two or three loving kisses onto various parts of your face, and then one final one onto your lips, and will continue on his way without a single word uttered to you or your friends

bc realistically, how could he just pass you by and not kiss you?

shouto who always has to sit next to you, where ever the two of you are, and needs to have a hand on you at all times

will absentmindedly play with your hair if you can't give your full attention

is your hype man 100%

your opinions are his opinions

when you're telling him a story or complaining about something, you're always in the right in his eyes

even when you're clearly in the wrong, you're right

"yeah and she pissed me off so much that i literally just rear ended her car smh"

"no that's actually her fault, she should've been driving faster"

shouto spends a lot of time watching you, and taking in your features

he loves you sm and could spend all day looking at you

has repeatedly gotten himself into trouble bc he was looking at you, or distracted by the thought of you will doing something important on the job

he's a smart boy, and that transfers over into your relationship, bc he can memorize every little or big detail about yourself as soon as you tell him

probably keeps track of ur cycle in his head as soon as u mention having cramps (if ur afab)

if you have curly hair, he is adamant about having you teach him how you take care of your hair so he can do it for you

he really really really loves the intimacy of sitting you on a chair and tipping ur head back into the sink so he can wash your hair for you, and sneaking in lingering kisses throughout

later into the relationship, he finds himself mirroring your little habits and taking little bits of your personality

if you haven't been able to spend time together at all on a particular day, once he can finally steal you away, even just for a few moments in a semi private area (for your sake, bc you're always getting so flustered whenever he shows you a lot of affection, which he doesn't get at all why you're embarrassed), he will wrap his arms around you, and just hold you as tight as he can with his head tucked into your hair

says he's "recharging"

if you've both been busy for a while, and this is your first moment together in days, he will insists he needs to be "closer" to you to properly recharge

wants to feel your skin on his

wants be inside you (yes he would do it in semi public, he's a little desperate for you)

and you can't deny him, bc tbqh you need to recharge too

you're just as smitten w him as he is w you

[scoutswritingcorner]

Hey sugar~

Can we get some NSFW of either alsstor on his rut? Or reader on theirs~? And "helping eachothrr"

The One Who Cried Deer

Alastor x GN!Reader

TW:ITS 18+!! MINORS GET OUTTA HERE- cockwarming, biting, ruts, Reader is implied to have animalistic traits as well, scratching, semi-public sex.

-🦌 First off, let’s just get say this. Alastor does not like affection, especially of the sexual nature.

-🦌 But when it comes to you, he’s more cuddly and protective. It’s more of a he’s trying to show off, everytime he does he immediately looks over at you and puffs his chest out like an exotic bird.

-🦌 When his rut does get more into the territory of sexual intimacy, he does not hold back. Especially when yours does line up with his once in a blue moon.

-🦌 He won’t let you around anyone during those times and if you are around people he will drag you away and glare at the other poor soul around. Sometimes he spouts out curses and threats.

You sat at the bar slowly drinking some whiskey Husk had given you before he had to go fetch some more from the back. Leaving the almost empty bottle with you just in case you wanted the rest of it. The familiar feeling of static pricking at your skin made something inside of you set aflame. A warm feeling racing from your neck to your cheek as a clawed hand moved to wrap around your waist, fingertips threatening to dig into your hip. Practically pressing his body against yours, “My Love, I need to see you..privately.” He purred into your ear, leaning down to kiss at your neck. You placed the cup onto the bar counter getting up and not making eye contact with Husk who had finally come back holding two boxes full of different booze, Alastor gave him a glare which made the old tomcat flinch and avert his gaze. Husk sighed and turned his back on the display, he was too sober for this.

-🦌 His favorite thing to do while bending you over is mark your neck with bites and hickeys as his nails dig into your hips or sides leaving even more bloodied marks that he gets to happily lick up later.

-🦌 While he doesn’t mean to hurt you, he hates thinking that his own hands would hurt his partner like he hurts others that piss him off. It’s when he’s so far into his rut that he forgets himself and has the mindset of constantly breeding you all night. It’s his animalistic side he promises.

-🦌 He especially loves it when he makes you moan out his name or squeal between your moans and gasps. It just makes him much more eager to get those noises out of your mouth.

Holding your hips as he pounded his cock into you from behind as your hands gripped the back of the couch. Knuckles turning white as you keep yourself up for him, legs shaking as you keep them from buckling under your weight. Mouth hanging wide open as you moan out his name, feeling him push his cock deep into you. His teeth digging into your shoulder as he growls and grunts against you, blood escaping past his lips. Arms starting to shake from the position he had held you in as you squeal for him, body shaking as you feel how his thrusts falter for a second. “More..make more sounds for me, Darling.” He snarled out wrapping his arms around your waist, your blood coating his clawed hands.

-🦌 When he can’t pull you away from work or away from people for too long. He either pulls you into a closet and takes you in there or makes you cockwarm him until you snap and beg him to take you both somewhere private under the guise you weren’t feeling too well.

-🦌 Don’t get me started when you do decide to cockwarm him too, he’s gripping your hips like his life depended on it just to keep you down on his lap. He won’t pay much attention to you but will allow you to cover his face and neck in kisses if you want. 

-🦌 But don’t you worry, when he’s in his rut like this he won’t take long to break especially when you start to move your hips against him. Slowly at first to not rouse suspicion but then going faster until you're practically riding him and keeping his hands off of you. 

Alastor gasped out sending a half hearted glare up at you, tears in his eyes as you bounced down against his cock. Hands cupping his face as you kiss him carefully moans leaving your lips, his hands wrapped around your thighs as his tongue eagerly pushes into your mouth. In a flash your back pressed against your mattress as he started to thrust his cock deep into you, hands above your head as he listened to your loud moans of his name between his deep grunts and moans. His belt buckle clinking against his legs as he tugged you closer to him, claws digging into your wrists as he leaned his head down to mark your neck up to make sure everyone knew who was making you feel so good.

-🦌 Once his ruts or your rut wears off, the everloving gentleman your lover is, he runs you a bath. He won’t ever get into it with you, something he made very clear but he will help wash your hair or massage your shoulders. Once out of the bath, he will patch up any scratches you had gotten. He wants you to keep the bite marks uncovered but he will disinfect them for you.

-🦌 He won’t talk about his rut or your rut as it’s something he doesn’t like to talk about. He won’t stop you from talking about it but if he hears you breathe a word about how needy he was, he will deny it until you drop it and then you’ll be in bigger trouble. But if you respect his wishes and not breathe a word he’ll be a little more thankful. Either way he brings you to a nice dinner a night later to thank you for helping him out.

-🦌 All in all if your respectful to him and his wishes, he will return the favor tenfold especially during and after his rut. He appreciates you more than you know and more than he lets on.