officialvarrictethras said: You walk into your bedroom after a long, tiring day of various activities. All you want now is to collapse on your bed and perhaps cry a little, but there's someone else there. Looking decidedly flustered, a shirtless blond man sits, his arms stretched and tied to opposite bedposts. There's a distinct blush to his cheeks as you stare, open-mouthed. "Ah! Um... Amber, is it? Alistair Theirin. Yes, I seem to um... found myself in quite the predicament, and I'd greatly appreciate you untying me."
I have to say I am addicted to strong women, women who know how to grab your chin and tell you you’re an idiot while letting you know that you still have worth. Women who look you in the eye and guide you, while not putting up with your shit. I don’t know, its hot, the self assuredness.
Then again I like when they confide in me, when they let down their boundaries and talk, someone who trusts me as much as I trust them.
But while I love that in people, in actual people that surround me, I cannot write these wonderful personalities into text. Because I do not know the biases they experience everyday. And I am certain these biases help fill out their stories from the 2D images I create when I try to put them on paper.
Its why I write for me these days, because while my style and ideas have matured, my characters are still so very hollow.
it’s not bad or selfish or wrong to desire attention and love when you are feeling ill and upset. sometimes, you need other people to keep you afloat. that’s okay. you are not a burden. being needy is not a bad thing. you deserve to be cared for. it’s okay to ask for help.
For next time.