#HEART SHAPED FLOWERS… that is so cute

[sixosix]

thank you for da beautiful aether fic he really is like 10x more pookified in your writing like wow are you on the hoyoverse team? clearly not because they just called and said they need you there 💯🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥 user sixosix i need you to get on masterchef NEOW so the world can see what you're cooking :3 i hope your days are going well though here are some flowers 💗💗💗 (they come in the form of hearts)

THAAANKK YOUUUUUUU He is so babygirl and not a lot of people see that so i Write him babygirl… yes im hoyoverse actually I made that game just to make my type one of the two main characters (Aether)

AND THANK YOU AGAIN for letting me cook 🔥 masterchef rang me up and was like WHO LET YOU DO THAT! 🔥🔥 and i was like: “this anon who leaves me a sweet message after reading my recent works” and then we both cried

[superkursunaskr]

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Sorry I'm a bit late on this, but I just wanted to say congrats on finishing season 1 !! 🥳

LOSING MY MIND AT HOW PERFECT THIS IS!!!!!! THANK YOU PIO!!!!! B'*)

[icewindandboringhorror]

Recent imageys

[sing-me-under]

One of my favorite character design things I’ve ever done is the little heart patch on c!Tommy.

In my own headcanons, c!Ranboo was the one to start the trend by patching up Tommy’s clothes early on in Logstedshire.

c!Ranboo appeared in the SMP in worn clothes that were quickly turning into rags. When c!Tommy called them out on it and subsequently found out that c!Ranboo didn’t know how to sew, Tommy took it upon himself to teach Ranboo on occasion. This continued into Exile, wherein Tommy would use his own (burnt and torn) clothes as practice material. c!Ranboo decided to add a heart patch to all of Tommy’s shirts because they’re cute like that. Even after Ranboo stopped visiting and Tommy stopped caring about himself, Tommy still kept up the little heart patches.

It was proof he was still alive. He was on his last life, but he was alive.

(when he gets out of prison and holes himself up in fear, Ranboo helps take care of him. They still add those little heart patches to c!Tommy’s shirts. ‘You’re alive, and you’re here with us.’ When Tommy stops having a breakdown at every hint of pain and picks up his needles again, he keeps the heart patches. When c!Ranboo dies, Tommy keeps the heart patches. In his bunker towards the end of days, high off of invisibility potions, he still keeps the heart patches. When he confronts c!Dream one last time, he wears a plain red sweater over a plain white shirt.)

[avatardoggo]

THIS MAN MADE ME A WEBSITE FOR MY BIRTHDAY 🥹😫😣😳😭🥰

[fernweh-s]

It is 12am and once again I am watching 'pack lunch with me' videos and have been filled with the yearning to be someone's cutie little wife who lovingly packs cute bentos/lunchboxes for them and our kids. 😭😭😭

[screampied]

☆ cw. fem! reader, switch choso, cunnīlingus, praise, messy eating, pussy-drunk choso, fīngering, spīt, mdni.

choso who drools the second he sees your pussy for the first time.

spreading your legs apart into a deadly ‘v’ was nearly just enough to send him over the edge. no panties, just a dangerously slick drippin’ cunt right before his very eyes. “s- she’s so wet,” he’d gruff out, wide bronzed irises staring straight up close. a greedy thumb of choso’s slopes its way down your slobbering-coated slit that instantly soaks his fingerprint with sticky sap. you could hear choso thickly swallow as his middle finger greets itself, dragging a line down your slavering pussy. only about a tiny portion of his digits eased its way inside but you already felt each bottoming inside.

“f… fuuuck,” the lump in his throat tightens the moment you paw a hand near the top of his head. his usual ponytails were all ruffled and shaggy. tears of muggy sweat pour near the corners of his forehead before he deeply sighs. a low sigh, a sigh of hunger, a sigh of utter crave. once he spots your cheeky grin through glassy peripherals, choso can’t help but swirl his thumb around your clit - creating a shape of a heart with the pad of his plump digit. oh- your pussy already had him in love. “so pretty. ‘s like a flower, baby.”

“don’t be shy,” you’d whisper in an airy voice, almost choking from your own quickened breaths. as your tummy cowardly tucks inward from the gaping exhales you were holding in, you spread your puffy folds apart with two twinned fingers before humming. “give it a ‘lil kiss choso. it’s okay.”

“mhm,” he grumbles, inching his perfectly parted lips against your heat. choso could already feel his mouth watering once the smell aerated against both of his nostrils. he was salivating already, thirsting for just a single taste.

it was just the way you slowly spread your pretty lower lips wide, giving him a nice long-lasting show of your pulsating clit right before his very eyes. “you’re pretty but even prettier down here, god-,” he’d groan through gritted teeth. pressing his lips against your leaky entrance, strings of clear saliva glosses on his mouth and it’s oh-so sensuous.

it even makes choso moan the second he hears the wet ‘mwah’ stamp against your inner folds.

he’s heavily drooling now, and once you feel his two bare hands softly claw at each curving point of your hips - you see that feral look in his eyes.

“jus’ lie back baby,” and needy irises flicker back up toward you as he speaks. after getting a single lick - a mere kiss of your cunt, he’s hungry for more. “let me have a-” and he pauses, giving your cunt another sloppy kiss. “—taste . . pleeease.”

once he’s buried between your legs, there’s no prying him off.

choso’s blindly enamored by your rich flavor, especially allured by the strong aroma that makes his hips ferociously buck against the edge of the bed.

with a brief sniff, he then starts to smear the buttony tip of his nose up and down your sloppy cunt. you’re moaning with a hand still propped in his hair, twitching digits tangling through his overgrown jet-black locks. “f- fuck, suck on it choso. like that- mnhg- move your tongue there.”

“mmf- okay,” and his plump lips suffocate right against your tender peered nub. a tongue tickles its way against the spongy texture and he feels your thighs squeeze around him. it’s cute.

inky lashes flapped, tickling at your skin as you writhed from the swirling movements of letters ‘n shapes all created from his tongue.

frantically, it goes in various curious directions, and you could feel choso’s raspy breaths fan against your cunt. his puckered lips curve into an oval-like ‘o’ before he starts to french-kiss all over your sappy entrance.

it’s messy - then again so was he..

choso’s repetitive strained whimpers competed with each wet slosh after slosh that sobbed down from between your pudgy folds.

glittery colorless gloss coats his lips naturally and you watch as his thin brows twist into a needy furrow. “haven’t . . eaten all day, ‘s jus’ what i- hah, needed,” he starts to ramble, and you moan once the bridge of his scarred nose zigzags its way down your drooling slot.

the entire bridge gets coated with your slick - and he only wants more.

choso’s starting to thrust his hips against the edge of the bed faster, and it’s a loud grunt that creaks from the splitting aged wood.

he’s hips were maddened - his lengthy tongue that was runnin’ circles around your pulsating clit was enough to get him off.

and you did because you hear the sweetened “o- oh fuck,” scurry away from his lips the exact second he feels it.

his boner . . it happily introduces itself by prodding at the middle tent of his fleecy briefs. choso hisses with his teeth lovingly nipping at your pussy, slurping up his saliva that dribbles past the corners of his mouth.

it’s slickly sheeny - a perfect streaming coat that falls between the indenting cracks of his reddened lips.

as your fingers remain tangled through his matted strands, you start to move his head against your cunt - guiding him to eat you in a more nasty fashion.

with one hand, you’re making choso’s head rock between your legs as your tummy heaves inward once more. slowly, you even start to sensually sway your hips against his mouth.

glancing down with a heavy sigh escaping from your lungs, you spot choso. not just him but the pussy-drunk grin that’s lewdly stretching at each side of his lips. “mmmh. use my mouth- keep doin’ that baby, fuh- fuuuck,” and a bit of drool starts to rain down the middle part of his chiseled chin.

choso’s completely lost between your legs, and he steadily pulls out his lanky middle finger.

it was still snugly fit inside your cunt before with a soaking ‘pop!’ sound it sees its way out between your drenched slot. choso’s bottom lip quivers as he breaks away from your gluey thighs for just a brief second—bringing his slick-covered digit toward his lips before slurping your mess clean. he stares you dead in the eyes while he does so too, and not once does that cunt-drunk simper falter from his lips.

you’ve got him whipped.

although once choso’s parted lips attach back to your clit you end up letting off a cute squeal. it’s more of a defeated battle cry. a defeated battle whine. “a- ah!” you whimper, locking your legs around his neck. choso’s secured with the warmth of your thighs before muffling moans against your pussy.

you’re fully soaked now, ogling down openly at the lower part of his face that was entirely painted with your translucent honeyed slick. with muscles tightening and a coil finally snapping within you, you end up cumming - hard.

choso’s sloppily thrusting the pointed tip of his tongue in and out of your pussy before he notices. the taste that’s finally cascading on his famished buds. with glued-shut eyes, he slows his tongue work before groaning against your convulsing flesh.

“ ‘m cummin’ cho— fuuuck,” you’d whine out in an elongated four-second mewl. your mouth dramatically grows agape with your jaw hanging as he’s still lapping you clean.

the squelches only got louder - and choso’s still pathetically rolling his hips against the edge of the bed.

your pleasure got him off, and it’s not even seconds later before he gasps. a grey wet patch ends up dampening the center of his bulky boxers and he pouts. “s- shit,” he glances down in cute shame, letting off a groan once his hand swipes itself across his huge bulge.

it stuck out greatly against the thinly made fabric, and the thought of being inside of you was probably about to make him shoot blanks. choso’s droopy eyes focus back towards you and he looks down between your thighs.

a perfect, slick mess. his perfect, slick mess.

a fat thumb snakes its way down your sappy slit before he glances back up at you one more time. with an abrupt ‘pft!’ choso spits on your pussy, hearing a moan follow out from you seconds later. a string glimmer in the light once it runs past his lips, only for him to lap it up with a risqué kiss. “c- choso.” you’d huff out breathlessly, weak fingers releasing its grip from between his hair.

but right before you could get a second word in, you’re suddenly flipped over. you lightly land on your bare tummy and let off a sheepish giggle. feverish hot breath ghosts against your ass and you gasp once you feel choso’s rough hands grab your hips up.

he’s making you arch - face down, ass up and you could feel the cold, hungry stare zero down your spine.

“shhhh,” he’d grumble, and your left ass cheek was met with a smack. it makes you moan, and as you’re bent over, choso can’t help but enjoy the weeping, wet view that pours down your exposed cunt.

leaning up close, he lolls out his tongue alllll the way, slowly licking from top to bottom before making you press your head firmly into your pillow.

“ ‘m not…done, still fuckin’ hungry, baby. now be a good girl ‘n keep the arch while i eat, h- heh.”

[ayaneisms]

[ Ayane's cute/grumpy expression when she sees super cute decor that she wants to buy but won't. ]

[angeltism]

if I have nobody to make out with in 13 days I may actually lose my marbles

[ghostickle]

I’ve never gotten to spend Valentine’s Day with someone last time I even did anything for it was the little boxes in elementary school that everyone goes around putting little treats in each others boxes and I might be a little bit insane

[superkursunaskr]

[captn-duck-gremlin]

Like it all started when you and some friends decided to do some urban exploration, visiting a broken abandoned military base. Now while there your friends are of course being dumb, touching things with bare hands, no face coverings to protect them from whatever harmful things could be in the air, respect for the possible dead is on floor level with them. You on the other hand, you got gloves, a face mask just in case, you're apologizing to anything you bump into. You did the research, this place went down from an unexpected attack, so there might be a corpse around somewhere (or lingering spirit). You give a short prayer to anything that looks like a corpse, regardless if you follow in those beliefs or now; you just want to be respectful to the dead. And yes, this place is haunted. Obviously. Now the important part, at one point or another 4 damned souls have clung to you. You dont notice at first, you barely feel that buzz that you're being watched. But the first unnatural thing to happen to you starts in a dream, a weirdly detailed dream. You're a housewife in the 50s. Cute summer dress, lovely home, nice street. But it feels too real, the patterns on the walls stay perfect no matter how long you stare at them, you can read lines from books you've never seen before, you look at your hands and they don't look distorted like they usually are in dreams. Then a man walks through your front door like he owns the place, you don't recognise him. At all. Yet he speaks to you in such a nice rough voice from his cigars, calling you such sweet things. Treating you like his wife. Then after what felt like hours from playing housewife you wake up, confused to hell and back. You brush it off until the next night, where you're sucked into another oddly very detailed dream, but its so different. From housewife in the 50s to maiden in the ye old times. The man is different, instead of tough, friendly bearded husband, you now have dark knight with skull markings. Helmet stays on at all times, but despite the rough and scary armour and vibe, he treats you like you're the finest silk, the sweetest flower, like you'll shatter if he so much as looks at you wrong. And after living through that you wake up once again incredibly confused. Is this what the backrooms feel like? You don't know, you don't want to know. Night rolls around once more which you dread and sure enough another weird dream with a new life. Now, at a farmland on the outskirts of an old styled town, you got chickens, goats, two cows, some ducks and a bulky husband with a silly mohawk. You don't know what year it is, what century you're at, at this point you're just rolling with it. Husband got a nice accent, Scottish you might think it is. He's absolutely spoiling you, treating you like a princess for no reason. Not like you're complaining. After that dream, you wake up contemplating that you might be losing your mind. But no, you're just being haunted by demons who like spending time with you through your dreams. Moving on. 4th weird dream, this feels further up into recent years, maybe 2000s. Cute husband, looks like a sweetheart, is a sweetheart. His skin is darker from the other ones, but not like you could tell with Sir Skull and Bones. He has a smooth voice, could probably sweet talk a bear. Time with him was almost too sweet. You swore his pupils nearly went heart shaped when he looks at you. And like the rest of them, you wake up confused. And thats just how your nights go, things in the day go.. strangely.

Oh and quick reminder, don't run from them.

[dolceaspidenera]

We all know at this point that the name Astarion is connected to the word "star" (starry or little star).

But Larian decided that they wanted to go all in with the details and they delivered!

The flower you can place on his tomb in the final romance scene (which I think is such a cute and tender gesture and I love his reaction to it), seems to be an Ornithogalum umbellatum, a star-shaped white flower with six petals. Among the plant's many common names, there are summer snowflake, starflower, and star-of-Bethlehem.

Moreover, in the language of flowers, its meanings are related to trauma, mourning, and welcoming pain without repressing it.

According to Doctor Edward Bach (1886 – 1936), these flowers are "For those who find themselves in a state of great anguish due to situations that, in a given period, have caused so much unhappiness", and can be used to help with the aftermath of a trauma, the alleviation of pain and the mourning process.

Edit: every time I see an artist include this flower in their Astarion fanart my heart swells with joy. Love this community

[givemefevrr]

Ni-ki Between Your Thighs

Pairings: Nishimura!Riki x fem!reader

Ni-ki would insist on being between your thighs at any chance he can get. He'd lay between them while playing games on his phone, or watching a movie, just so he could feel your warmth and the gentle press of your legs around him.

⤷ You look down to see Ni-ki's messy hair and warm, brown eyes looking up at you with nothing but adoration.

Ni-ki would make sure to get extra cozy, napping between your thighs and waking up every now and then to sleepily bite at the skin of your inner thighs, then drift back to sleep.

⤷ You can feel the way he nuzzles against your skin, planting soft kisses on your inner thighs. His lips are warm and sweet, and you can’t help but giggle at the way he playfully bites at your skin, leaving little marks that only you will see. 

Ni-ki's favorite thing to do to you while cuddling is probably kissing your thighs, marking them up, biting them. He just thinks you are so perfect, and he can’t help himself. And he knows what it does to you too– he’s a tease. He loves to make you feel the same way he feels for you. 

⤷ His hands grip gently onto your hips as he presses soft kisses onto your inner thighs, causing you to shiver with pleasure. He takes his time exploring every inch of your skin, leaving a trail of kisses and nibbles that make your breath hitch.

⤷ As he continues to tease and tantalize you, you can't help but run your fingers through his hair, pulling him closer to you. He responds by pressing even more kisses onto your thighs, making you squirm.

Ni-ki would watch movies with you, his head resting on your lap, and his body settled comfortably between your thighs. Every so often, he'd let out a sigh of contentment, the warmth of his breath sending a shiver down your spine.

⤷ He leans into your skin as he murmurs little compliments that make your heart flutter. “You’re so beautiful,” he whispers, his breath hot against your thigh, causing a soft gasp to escape your lips.

Ni-ki would draw little flower shapes on your skin using his fingers, tracing intricate patterns and designs, knowing how much you love it when he does that.

⤷ “Just hold still for a moment,” he murmurs, his voice low and teasing, as he pulls back slightly to study you. His fingers trace delicate patterns on your thighs, drawing tiny flower shapes, almost as if he’s painting a garden on your skin. You can’t help but smile at his cute concentration, the way his brow furrows slightly with determination.

“See? Aren’t they pretty?” he asks, his eyes sparkling.

Here u go, my Niki-post-hungry pookies teehee 😋

Also don't steal that pic, it took me a bajillion hours to draw 🥲

[mythvoiced]

@jeoseungsaja | the GBEP

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Well, it's not something he'd admit with ease, misplaced pride and all that, but the goblin can't actively lie about it either, the matter of the fact that he is competitive, especially in all manners regarding love.

Maybe even up against the very subject, object, past present of his love, entering his field of vision like petals blown from a peach tree to wash over the profile of a monk sat there beneath it, praying not for salvation or atonement, but in gratitude of the ease of heart he's been granted.

In gratitude for the ease of heart Yeo has granted him, gentle and fiery in his presence, a crackling flame in a fireplace during cold winters and winter nights that were just so-so, his favourite excuse to pretend he likes the outdoors more or the indoors more or wherever it is that Yeo is so he doesn't have to say out loud how every place becomes his favourite if that crown of cinnabar is the silhouette he's following into it.

It'd be an easy concession to make, if he were to allow it to roll of his tongue like a saving grace pressed as a kiss onto a sinner's forehead. But he's the punished here, he's the sinner, and he finds such a confession might be too heavy for a conversation accompanied by the melody of Yeo's smile, the ease of his movements, the flowers appearing in Shin's hand, and the reverberation of the shiver of Shin's everything at the most minute of touches Yeo delivers to his skin.

He kisses him softly and with reverence and Shin has to keep the altars out of his voice, the confessionals out of his eyes as he lets the fox of his heart guide his face.

He goes along the way he'd follow him to the very end of the world and then some, the way he'd break any oath and any vow for him, the way he'd become a monster and than a little bit worse than that if it meant ridding the world of all evil that haunts Yeo, even though he muses Yeo wouldn't appreciate that, having his absolution ripped from him.

But he would.

He would because it's him.

He would because the little shit knows what he's doing.

Shin, terribly and divinely enamoured by the soft petals unfurling beneath his general's fingers when he brushes them over the flower crown, finds a corner of his heart to save the image of it in and then puts it aside, reaches out to the coffee table to place the crown down as gently as though it were made of the most precious crystals this timeline has to offer.

All because he must free his hand to hold something even more valuable.

He reaches out, smooths his hand along Yeo's side, moving along with it to get the necessary stretch past his hip, past his waist, find a spot in his lower back to press into while his other hand grabs Yeo's free hand, pulling him closer, inviting him into his lip where he might admire him better.

"Maybe I am," he answers belatedly, admitting that, well, yeah, maybe he is that competitive, smiling widely enough to kid the world into believing they aren't the pained veterans they are.

He pulls his hand away from Yeo's, finds a line to trace from his cheekbone to his temple, unorthodox in relation to himself and the gentleness he has for Yeo.

"And if I can have that domain too... I'd only be a fool not to take it. And you, my King? Do you know where you reign?"