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Protective, jealous, and possessive

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some Paranoid (ft. hero) sketches I didn't post at

And Smitten with a pretty hat! because his design regretfully doesn't have one

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itttttttts huntcheat timeeeee tell the presses

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may 1: strawberry

a dress for a berry special boy

prompt by @creativepromptsforwriting! :)

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hiii it's voiceofthelionhearted! i just wanted to say that i love your writing and it's always a delight to be able to read it cx thank you so much for sharing your stories with us! keep up the wonderful work, and don't forget to take care of yourself and be mindful of your limits <3

Thank you!! I always love reading through your tags on my fics as well and reading your STP posts! I'm so glad you like my fics, and thank you for reminding me to take care of myself-make sure you do the same as well! Take care, and thank you for this sweet ask!

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Before and After I call pants a handsome boy.

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drawing the voices in dresses is peak enrichment

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Into you

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I’ve not seen any starved touched hero stories so may I request a starved touched hero and the villain finds out and helps them. It’s fine if not:)

"Tell me," the villain murmured, as the hero's breath came out quivering. "When was the last time that someone touched you?"

It wasn't what the hero had expected.

"People touch me all the time."

"Kindly."

"You're not kind."

But the villain's touch was such a gentle thing; the hero's brain refused to register it as cruelty, even as the villain's fingers were curled around their throat. They didn't squeeze though.

The hero should have pulled back already. They should have shoved the villain away. They did none of those things. They leaned limp against the wall, almost hypnotised by the back and forth sweep of the villain's thumb brushing sweetly against their pulse point.

It was pitiful for a nice threat to feel like affection. They were pitiful.

The villain's gaze was intent.

"What are you doing to me?" the hero whispered.

"I'm not doing anything." The villain's powers worked with touch, but they had never touched the hero before. The hero had always been too quick. The villain had managed that time though, advancing, shoving the hero to the wall and then - then this. The villain had touched their skin and then they'd gone perfectly still for a few seconds. The villain could expose all secrets with a press of their fingers, do all manner of things, but...

The hero swallowed, eyeing them. They genuinely didn't think the villain was doing anything.

Each second that ticked by seemed a confession, a betrayal, a plea for something.

The villain's hand slid slowly to to cup the nape of the hero's neck. "You didn't answer my question." The villain pulled the hero a step closer, dragged them flush. The villain's other hand wrapped around the hero's back.

They were being hugged.

A confused, entirely too soft sound left the hero's throat. Questioning. A little choked. It felt like a trap and it felt entirely too desperately lovely.

The villain tightened their grip, tucking the hero's head against their shoulder.

"Skin hunger," the villain said, softly. "Touch starvation. You are a famine, love, I can feel it."

"I-" The hero didn't know how to finish the sentence. The villain was so warm against them, a solid and reassuring presence. That couldn't be right. "What?"

"It has been entirely too long, hasn't it?"

"You're not doing anything?"

"I'm hugging you."

"Your powers-"

"-Mean I know exactly how you are feeling. How much you need this. So are you going to be good and shut up and let yourself have it?"

The hero choked out another gasp of air.

Was that was why the villain had stopped? Why they'd seemed to switch gears so abruptly when they could have finally won? The hero swallowed and shut up, even if it was a bad idea. Inch by inch, when the villain did nothing more but hold them, the hero relaxed. They melted.

"Why are you doing this?" the hero managed, pressing their face against the promise of the villain's shoulder.

"Kindness?"

"You're not kind."

The villain huffed, breath rustling the hero's hair. They pressed a kiss atop the hero's head. "Mm. Temporarily benevolent. No strings attached, pinky promise."

It was definitely suspicious, but it really did feel so unbelievably good. The hero felt like they'd settled into their bones for the first time in years. Maybe longer.

They really couldn't remember the last time someone touched them kindly, for an extended period of time. A brush of accidental touch in a crowd. A hairdresser's clinical contact. None of it was anything like what the villain gave them.

"That's better," the villain said, with a sigh. "Your nerve endings have stopped screaming at me."

"S-sorry. I-"

"It was merely an observation. You don't need to be sorry."

The hero expected the villain to get back to it, or step back. They didn't. It was probably the longest hug in the world.

Finally, the hero let themselves reach out, wrapping their arms around the villain in turn.

"Good," the villain said.

"Are we still...I shouldn't let you touch me. I'm not stupid."

"No."

"Are you going to let go of me?"

"When you actually want me to, sure."

"And you can...feel that?"

"Yes."

The hero squirmed with embarrassment. The villain tightened their grip again. The hero went still.

"Years," the hero whispered, finally. "It's been years. I can't remember the last time."

"Mm." The villain nuzzled into them. "That's not going to happen again. I don't believe in torture."

Neither of them much felt like fighting when they finally broke apart.

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Hi!! I just really need you to know that it makes my day whenever you post. I count the days ahead so I know when you'll post in advance because I can almost guarantee that they'll be the best days of the week. I hope you know how much we all appreciate you and your works. You're amazing and super talented, apologies if this is out of the blue I just wanted to make sure you knew that the community appreciates you. Make sure to take care of yourself, and thanks for what you do.

Have a nice day!! :]

This is so cute and sweet what the hell-

This is such a nice ask to get out of the nowhere-thank you!!!

I'm so happy whenever I hear that my fics make other people happy! That's all I want, besides getting to write for this fandom- it's to hopefully make people happy, cry or scream from my stories.

I've started to constantly look forward to when people reblog my stuff, just for a chance to see their reactions, because I love seeing your thoughts.

Don't apologise for this ask, because after the hate ask I got yesterday, this was really something I needed to hear, so thank you again!!

I also hope you take care of yourself and that you have a nice day, and thank you for these wonderful words once again!

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do you believe in salted caramel?

W-

-WHAT?

Was this meant for me? Was I the right person for this ask?

But yes I do believe in salted caramel, even if I don't really have it a lot.

I also believe in oreos but I unfortunately don't believe in mint. Not a fan of it.

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Spikes…

Unfinished egsjbsns

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hullo hullo hullo but would you mind writing something related to paranoid x cheated?

(also I know I proposed a trade last time. if you have anything specific you wanna request from me feel free to drop it in my asks/DMs hehe)

(Hi Nevvy! I know you're taking a break at the moment, but I still hope you enjoy this if you see it, and I'm flattered that you wanted to do a trade with me, so hopefully this will be good for you! Enjoy, and take care of yourself!)

"Ow!"

"Hold still."

"It's kinda hard when-ow!"

Paranoid sighed in annoyance, watching as Cheated, his stupid partner, winced in pain as Paranoid wiped his arms clean of blood and grime.

Paranoid didn't let go of the arm that he was cleaning, full of bruises and cuts that Paranoid had no idea how one person could get so quickly.

He squeezed Cheated's arm tight, not being particularly gentle as he cleaned the other's arm. He should be, he knew that. But Paranoid was pissed off at him and he wanted Cheated to know that.

Cheated winced and hissed, but otherwise made no other complaints, and made a pointed effort to avoid Paranoid's glare.

Paranoid wanted to scold him. He should be scolding him. But he held his tongue for now, because once he started, he knew he wouldn't be able to stop, and he'd like to at least make sure that Cheated was cleaned and bandaged up before that happened.

He finished cleaning one arm, throwing the wet rag down onto the table with a huff, and Cheated flinched at the movement, eying Paranoid as if he was some wild animal.

As Paranoid went to step back and get some bandages, Cheated gently grabbed his arm and went, "Hey, you're not really mad, are you?"

That was when Paranoid couldn't hold back anymore.

"No, of course not," Paranoid spat out, sarcasm dripping from his voice as he glared at Cheated. "Why would I be mad at my sweet, caring, reckless partner, who refuses to understand when to give up and walk away?"

Cheated opened his mouth to argue, but Paranoid bet him to it, grabbing his other arm and started to roughly clean his cuts with the rag, making Cheated hiss in pain.

"Why would I need to be concerned when my moron of a partner decides that picking a fight with Stubborn was a good idea, especially when he refuses to stop fighting until he gets thrown into a patch of thorns?"

Cheated grunted in low pain, but still waved a hand about in the air as he snapped, "He kept calling me scrawny! He said that I'd fall flat on my face if I tried to fight someone! I wanted to prove him wrong."

"Does it look like you proved him wrong?" Paranoid asked, lifting Cheated's arm up for him to see. Cheated's anger shrank under the sight of his cuts, but then Paranoid exclaimed, "Because all I see is my stupid partner getting himself hurt in the most dumb ways possible, and then I'm the one that has to stop the bleeding!"

Paranoid finished his rant with a sharp sigh, twisting around before Cheated could say anything, marching off to retrieve the bandages.

Paranoid hated seeing the people he loved hurt. It always felt like someone was stabbing him in the heart. But when someone got hurt over silly reasons? His blood would boil- because why? Why would you put yourself in a situation like that, when there was absolutely no need to? Paranoid couldn't wrap his head around it.

When it came to Cheated, he somehow managed to make Paranoid feel both furious and worried.

He came back with the bandages, making a pointed effort to not look at Cheated's face, keeping his focus purely on his torn arms.

"Hey," Cheated softly said, but Paranoid ignored him, beginning to swiftly wrap up Cheated's arm, the movements assured and familiar to him at this point.

He finished one arm in a matter of seconds, silently moving to the other arm, when Cheated repeated, "Hey," in a more firm tone, which Paranoid didn't even bat an eye at.

He bandaged up the other arm even quicker, dropping it into Cheated's lap unceremoniously.

Paranoid knew that there were cuts on Cheated's face that needed to be cleaned, but the thought of staring at Cheated's infuriatingly handsome face up close wasn't something he was thrilled to do, his hand hovering over the wet rag nervously.

But Cheated was still hurt, and it was up to Paranoid to patch him up.

"Hey!" Cheated grabbed Paranoid's wrist, tugging his arm up until Paranoid had to look at him.

Paranoid obliged with a sigh, looking up into Cheated's worried eyes tiredly. Cheated held Paranoid hand close to his chest, and Paranoid was struggling not to focus on how warm and safe Cheated's eyes were, or how all of the annoyance on Cheated's face melted away when Paranoid finally looked at him.

"Look, I am really sorry for worrying you," Cheated said, and Paranoid believed him when he said it, but he still countered with, "But it won't stop you from being a fool in the future, will it?"

Cheated flinched at his words, averting his gaze as he argued, "I'm not being a fool, I'm proving a point."

"Cheated, love, what made you think that you could beat Stubborn?"

"It wasn't about beating Stubborn! It was about proving that I was strong!"

"Why, though?" Paranoid implored, now being the one to try and catch the other's attention. "Why did you try so hard to prove that?"

"To show that I could protect you, damn it!" Cheated snapped in frustration, glaring at Paranoid before he froze, realising what he said.

Paranoid stared at him in shock-before he gently cupped Cheated's face and brought him into a deep kiss.

Cheated sighed and instantly melted into the kiss, probably glad that they had stopped quarrelling for a moment.

Cheated's arms wrapped around Paranoid's middle, bringing him closer against Cheated's chest, and Paranoid rubbed his thumb softly over a cut on his partner's cheek.

Any and all frustrations that Paranoid had in that moment drifted away as he kissed Cheated, his entire body relaxing all at once as he sighed into the kiss, leaning further into Cheated's warmth.

When they pulled away for air, Paranoid didn't move more than a few inches from Cheated's lips, resting their foreheads together.

"You don't need to prove yourself to me," Paranoid whispered, and he heard Cheated's breath hitch. "I always feel safe when I'm with you."

"Even with my bad luck?" Cheated teased, and Paranoid chuckled, his hands already bringing Cheated into another kiss as he said, "Yes, even with your atrocious luck, I still love you."

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"Hey Everest, you should probably post some of the art you've made this month, you've got a lot of art in your backlog!"

[Looks at my art folder and sees a bunch of AU art that requires explaining to share]

...Ah, no wonder I haven't been posting much lately /lh

So, how about some Smitten ships, also as a little preview for my redesign of him:

Some SmitChea my beloved <3

Burned Bridges (I need to draw them more, they look so nice together) !!!

And Spousemouse (SmittenHunted)! Also some HEA Smitten because why not :]

[Ignore Hunted's design in these drawings, it wasn't 100% finished when I drew these]

Yeah, Everest has a bunch of Smitten ships they like (the only one that's missing a drawing is SmittenBroken), no wonder their Smitten is in two separate romantic polycules /silly

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reblog if you have skilled writer friends and you're damn proud of them

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If you're still taking requests, could I ask for Broken accidentally being triggered back into a "i have to be obedient or I'm not going to be safe" mindset, and one of the other voices helps calm him down?

(OH MY GOD THIS HURTS! I can absolutely see that happening, because I don't think recovery would come easy to Broken, or to any of the voices, really. There were many voices that I wanted to do for this, but I ended up picking Smitten in the end. Enjoy!)

(Warning-Abuse, blood and injury)

Having terrifying nightmares wasn't exactly a surprise to Broken, considering all that he's witnessed, but he still hated it every time it happened.

It was still poison in his mind that he couldn't cure, and it always left him shaking and on the brink of another breakdown. Sometimes Broken wept until the tremors went away, but he usually found himself making his way to any one of the other's bedrooms to sleep in.

Over time however, Broken found it easier to handle the nightmares, until they were occurring less frequently, and he wasn't waking up sobbing anymore.

Broken considered it a small victory when this quietly happened, because it meant that he was healing, or at least, that's what Hero told him, but he was just happy to get a good night's sleep.

But that only meant that whenever he got a nightmare now-that the effects rattled him to his core again.

His immunity for suffering and pain had gone down, he bitterly noted, squeezing his eyes shut to try and get the painful images out of his head, having shot up in bed with a strangled yell that he immediately tried to quieten.

It was about her.

It's been awhile since he's dreamt about her.

Broken hugged his knees to his chest, pleading for his head to stop replaying her booming voice, for his mind to not sink back into that terrified state that he had tried so hard to climb out of.

But it was no use.

Broken needed to move, to get out of this darkness and out of his suffocating room, before his memories swallowed him whole.

He shakily crawled out of bed, surprised at how severe the tremors wracked his body. It felt like the smallest thing could touch Broken and he'd fall apart instantly.

He managed to stand up, but his body instinctively shrunk to make him look smaller, even more so than he already was.

Why? Why is he doing that again? He doesn't need to do that anymore. Nobody is making him feel this helpless anymore.

But as he slowly made his way out of his room, he found himself flinching at every dark shadow that looked off to him, and the echo of her voice wouldn't leave his head now.

She wasn't here anymore. She couldn't hurt him.

He was safe he was safe he was safe-

'Are you sure about that, pet?'

Broken shook his head as he quickly walked out into the silent hallway, and just stood there for a few minutes.

Usually at this point, Broken would pick someone's room and sleep in their bed for the night-but it's been some time since he's needed to do that, and he wanted to prove to himself that everything was fine, that the scars didn't hurt anymore.

So despite his heart longing for the warmth and safety of his flock, he rushed to the kitchen, in the hopes that the walk and a glass of water would calm his nerves enough to brave going back to sleep again.

Broken didn't bother turning the lights on, stumbling into the kitchen as he attempted to get his breathing under control.

'Who do you think you are to defy me? I should be consuming your every waking thought.'

Broken whimpered, feeling that pressure and fear tangle in his chest again, and he practically fell against the counter, gripping the cool edge with a desperation.

He wanted to move. He wanted to ignore the dark thoughts and go back to bed. He just wanted to feel safe again.

Shaking, and with tears streaming down his face, Broken grabbed a glass, clutching it to his chest for a few seconds in the hopes of comforting him.

Salt was on his tongue now, and Broken just tried not to disrupt the rest of the house with his annoying sniffling, reaching over to pour water into the glass.

'You are nothing more than a pathetic worm when compared to me.'

He really was-no! He wasn't! He can't think like that, he can't give her power like that again!

Broken kept trying to take deep breaths but it wasn't doing him any good. Why did Paranoid keep giving him that stupid advice when he still feels this crushing presence around him?

His arm just hung uselessly in the air, too overcome with fear and grief to even get a simple glass of water. He really couldn't do anything right, could he?

Broken leaned against the counter, his forehead almost pressing onto the surface as he wept, and his brain was filled with nothing but her.

He couldn't focus on anything else, too content to drown in his misery, when there was suddenly light footsteps behind him, and a voice that sent a bolt ice cold fear straight to his core.

"Who goes there?"

'Who goes there?'

Oh no.

It's her.

She's here.

Broken choked on a gasp as he spun around, shaking so bad that he dropped the glass, letting it smash to the floor and letting the sound crack amongst the silence of the night.

Tears streamed down Broken's face as he attempted to speak, but all that came out was a blubbered mess, and it was too dark and his eyes were too blurry to see, but he knew that it was the Tower in front of him in the darkness of the kitchen, standing in front of him and waiting for him to make himself useful to her.

She was going to hurt him. She was going to hurt him.

He deserved it. He deserved it.

Broken crashed to his knees, shards of glass slicing his skin but he didn't care. Nothing mattered except for her.

He hugged himself tightly and lowered his head, trying to make himself as small and as fragile as possible, to take up as little space as he could.

"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry, my Goddess," he begged, his sobs pouring out of him as screams of shame and fear warped his mind.

He failed her so she was going to hurt him.

He was better off on her good side. She could keep him safe.

"Please please please-I can be better. I can serve you the way you deserve to be."

His knees stung from the cuts, but he refused to lift his head without her command, lest Broken be punished.

But the longer the silence went on, the more Broken was sure that he was in trouble.

Despite his body's protests, he shuffled forward on his knees, smearing blood onto the floor-but maybe she would like that! Maybe she wanted him to show himself off, to prove how much he was willing to throw away for his devotion to her, for her protection.

He hiccuped as he took in a shuddering breath, keeping his head bowed as he whimpered, "I know I haven't been good. I know I haven't been your obedient disciple, but I can still worship you. I'll do anything you ask, just please don't hurt me."

He knew that in the past, he wouldn't of dreamt of pleading for her to be gentle with him. He would've just taken what she gave him with a smile-happy to get any sort of attention from her.

But it's been so long since he's been struck, and the fear had him in a chokehold at this point.

He saw the shadow of Tower move towards him, and his brain jumped to the worst possible outcome-that she was going to punish Broken.

He violently flinched away from her and exclaimed in pure terror, "Please! I can make you happy! Please forgive me!"

He heard a sharp gasp, and he's not sure that he's ever heard the princess gasp-but then somebody was kneeling down in front of him, and Broken didn't recognise them as the Tower.

"Broken!" the person said, and this voice was different, it didn't have that dominance and power that he was used to hearing from her, and it was only when he dared to look up that he realised that the Tower hadn't been here at all.

It had just been Smitten.

Smitten was beyond distraught, staring at Broken with horror in his eyes, and they both just sat there in silence.

For Broken, he was busy trying to accept the truth that the Tower wasn't here, she wasn't going to hurt him, he was safe.

But all his mind could focus on was the fact that it had been so easy to fall back to his obedient ways.

Broken burst into tears, his entire body deflating in defeat, and Smitten's face twisted with grief and something else that Broken couldn't guess right now.

"Broken-Broken, it's me, Smitten. I'm not going to hurt you." Broken knew that, but he couldn't help but feel like he was still going to be punished for acting like this, for just being wrong no matter who he was with.

Broken continued to cry, and he noticed how Smitten kept clenching and unclenching his fists against the floor. Smitten would've usually smothered someone in affection by now, picking them up and boldly declaring that everything was okay now.

But he wasn't doing that. Smitten was holding back-for Broken.

Broken looked into the other's eyes, finding nothing but love and concern in them, something that the Tower had never looked at him with-and that was when Broken remembered who exactly he was with.

Broken sobbed out Smitten's name, reaching his arms out for him desperately, and Smitten wasted no time in moving forward, wrapping his arms around Broken and pulling him into his lap, and Broken clung and sobbed into his chest.

Smitten held him protectively, going so far as to wrap his wings as well around Broken. He started to gently rock Broken back and forth while softly shushing him, his voice a soothing balm on all of Broken's anguish.

"It's okay, it's okay. You're not there anymore, and she won't hurt you ever again, I swear it."

Broken heard Smitten take in a shaky breath of his own, treading his fingers through Broken's feathers gently, and the touch was so soft that it made Broken weep with love, because it was making the suffocating fear slowly dissipating within him.

Broken focused on the sound of Smitten's heartbeat as the other whispered, "I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry for doing this to you." Smitten sighed and pressed a kiss to the top of Broken's head. "Let me make it up to you. Let me patch you up and take care of you, please. I beg of you."

Broken slumped against Smitten's hold, purely focusing on how soft everything felt right now, how Smitten was slowly making the fear and panic leave his body. He didn't need to be obedient here. He didn't need to be like that ever again.

Broken nodded.

Smitten sighed in relief, picking him up bridal style and carrying him off to tend to his cuts, constantly whispering how sorry he was and that Broken was safe.

Broken was safe here, and one day his painful memories were never going to convince him otherwise ever again.

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