#awholehoststan

[text in first image reads: “Though I have no need for them, I appreciate the generos-”]

[text in second image reads: “I know, right? I mean look at me, I’m nothin’ but fluff!”]

The chill is displayed in how the other stiffens, a brief tightness that ripples through his shoulders. A grimace that darts like a shadow across his features before he forces them back into something more controlled.

The control is tenuous at best, though, and it shows. It flickers and blinks in and out, like a television with a bad signal. “ What was I supposed to do? ” His fingers curl tight, around nothing. It feels too purposeful to merely be an idle gesture. “ When she showed up? When things started falling apart? ” His shoulders threaten to hunch, but then are thrown back instead. Aggressive, yet laid bare. “ At which point do you suggest I should have stepped out and told them - told you - that the murder wasn’t murder at all? That death can’t touch me? That it was time for former friends and former lovers to help me finally get what I deserved? ”

And had he gotten it yet? Who had been the true victor that evening? Details drifted fuzzily even beyond his own recall. Was that why he sometimes felt the need to haunt these lonely halls?

intimacy meme.

     he likes to think he’s a composed person. someone who keeps himself put-together. it’s very difficult to get a rise out of him. however, Y/N changes things. a lot of things are different with you. 

          ❝ i’ve always been content to move slowly through life. sometimes i feel like life happens to me, not the other way around, ❞ he explains, as he holds your hand between two of his own. you can feel the callouses he’s worn in from the constant worrying on his cane. ❝ Y/N … there’s so much you do for me that i didn’t even know i needed. ❞

     damien draws a breath in through his nose, then sighs it shakily out the mouth. ❝ god, Y/N, ❞ and he’s kissing you fiercely all of a sudden, those palms framing your face, fingers teasing at your hair.  ❝ you make me feel so alive. ❞

✵ ✵ ✵ ✵ ✵

     he’d thought he’d been doomed to a life of isolation. (well, apart from the ever-present company of his twin, cursed to the same fate, wrapped together inside this broken vessel.) HE sought to slight dark at every turn, wanting nothing more than to see him suffer. the hero triumphing over the villain, no matter what the battlefield was.

          but you came to him. you chose him. and no attempts made by HIM were enough to sway you. he was guarded, at first. then highly skeptical, uncertain. he wondered if he was being tested. if it was a TRICK. 

     it felt … too much like a good thing. and could he have those anymore? were he and celine allowed such, after all they’d been through? with what they’d become?

          dark’s hands on your waist are perhaps a bit too firm. his fingers dig in just a little too tight. there’s something in his eyes, more than just the usual flickering. you identify it after a moment: possessiveness. ❝ Y/N. ❞ your bodies are flush. you wouldn’t have been able to pull away if you’d wanted to. ❝ god … you make me feel so alive. ❞

I love all of these suggestions, thank you! all of those breeds look real nice. and i understand, aussie shepherds are a bit too on the nice-looking/good boy side neisfs

and doberman is a definite yes, they’re so pretty! and unless i’m thinking of a specifically egyptian breed, dobermans seem like the automatic go-to when drawing anubis, so it’s a good fit (tbh they’re my automatic go-to breed)

of course! tho it may be only bim, wilford, and bing up rn, nearly all of them are willing to give those good hugs!

[text reads: “Not odd at all, young one. For the Host, it is a little different.”]