Dupain-Cheng loved with a fierce sort of affection that gently destroyed him.
wasn’t grand gestures or loud declarations or flashy devotion.
was thoughtful moments and quiet attention and unwavering loyalty.
took Adrien an embarrassingly long time to recognize it for what it was.
When everything he knew was detachment and afterthought his compass for
affection was nearly non-existent. He knew Nathalie’s cold comfort and
his father’s broken promises and Chloe’s noisy fawning. He knew conditions and
strings and if-thens.
didn’t understand second chances.
Everyone in his life was striving.
put their careers, their hopes, their reputation on his shoulders and poked and
prodded and pulled until he smiled just right and spoke just so and moved just
he didn’t know any different.
loved in the little ways.
loved in passing moments and quiet gestures and thoughtfully in a way that was
almost careless. In a way that was so very Marinette.
had always been careful, but in the five weeks since he found out the Truth he
felt like his shoes were made of glass and every next step could be the one to
problem when every shy smile, confused blush, and rapid fluttering of blue,
blue eyes made him feel like dancing, glass be damned.
removing the mask he had been gifted with the knowledge that his best friend
was never really as far away as she seemed. Ladybug was untouchable.
Marinette was so very, very there.
somehow made everything more vivid, more terrifying,
had been painfully awkward of course. Because of course it was when she
was so adamant about keeping their identities a secret.
for him, Marinette never was good at telling the restrooms apart.
i used to romanticize the shit out of everything and it wasn’t until recently that i realized; no one is going to swoop in with a cape and save me from jumping off the tallest building. nobody is going to drive to my house at 2am just to wipe away my tears and that’s okay. i am wearing a cape too, i can save myself, i can wipe away my tears. i fell in love with the idea of having a hero but what i failed to realize is that i can be my own hero when everyone else is too busy to see me falling. and yes, there will be times where other people save you and that’s okay. just make sure at the end of the day you’re still wearing a cape too.
Soft kiss, give him a backrub so he can relax, tell him he’s great, cuddle with armour on, he’s not ready and Hawke doesn’t push, a slow romance that’s about trust, Fenris opens up in all cutscenes after this and his constant tension eases.
The Romance Scene I Got:
SLAM Fenris against the wall, biting kisses, Hawke tops, Fenris has flashbacks midway through and HAwke doesn’t even notice, Hawke passes out and Fenris stays up having panic attacks about repressed memories and Hawke is personally offended?? Fenris breaks up with Hawke because wtf wtf WTF HAWKE
“i don’t believe in lying to children, but when she asks me what’s wrong i still tell her the storybook version; i tell her that once, a bad man broke into my home. i wish i’d also told her that bad men look like respectable young men–trigger. that bad men will compliment your nana on her lemon squares. bad men write love poems- trigger. bad men smile so wide they will swallow you and you, you will convince yourself you asked him to.”
“i came home on thursday and found all of the chairs in the house stacked in a pile in the center of my kitchen; i don’t know how long they have been like that, but it must have been me that did it. it is the kind of thing a ghost might do, to prove to the living he is still there. i am haunting my own apartment.”
“i know about your rough edges and i have seen your perfect curves, and i will fit into any spaces you let me. if loving you means getting dirty, bring on the grime, i will leave this porcelain home behind.”
“i wish i was more interesting but that might be one of those things where everyone else thinks i’m interesting, but i don’t because i’m me and i know i spend most of my days wearing pajamas in my room, which isn’t that interesting.”
“like the night you thought you were invincible,
ran out into the lightning storm with a million keys tied to a million kites, and
a clench in your jaw that said, “take me with you, goddammit, i dare you.” and the week you finally reached out to feel your father’s cheeks
and just found paper cuts.”
be patient, gentle, and kind. crying is okay, it means your heart hasn’t hardened and that you are still soft. it’s okay to be emotional, it’s okay to have bad days. it’s okay to lash out, it’s okay to be unkind sometimes. it’s all about how you make up for it. forgive. forgive those who wronged you. you don’t have to at first, but work to forgive and if you can’t forgive the person who hurt you, forgive yourself for being hurt. don’t bleed for anyone who doesn’t bleed for you. don’t settle for someone who doesn’t sacrifice themselves to see you thrive. don’t settle for pain when you know you could have happiness. believe in yourself. believe in others. good friends make good character. people are attracted to sunshine, people are attracted to a happy you. (the sad you is still beautiful, your sunshine pulls people in) and love. love endlessly. love even when you think you really can’t anymore because i promise, you will never run out of love.
so like four months ago there was this photoset on tumblr of this really pretty girl like. doing a photoshoot in a field. and it was big #insp for me and i drew her, and tagged her on twitter she really liked it and has been following me ever since and she just the other day asked if she could commission me for another piece of herself and i’m like
if i don’t make this commission REALLY good i’m gonna dunk myself into the sea it’s gotta be at least as good as the months-old art that was FREE otherwise i gotta live my worst nightmare of disappointing a really pretty girl