#a dusting of snow

[donutdrawsthings]

been really enjoying reading Laika's Comet at @laikascomet ! You make really charming characters and all the visuals and colours you use in your comic always get me feeling so stoked and inspired!

[anisangeldust]

Coryo needy, masturbating hidden from the reader

i NEED desperate, whiny little bitch coryo 🎀

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Pairing: Coriolanus x fem!reader (he thinks of you)

Warnings: subby!Coryo, needy!Coryo, masturbation (m receiving), mentions of sex, established relationship, dom/sub dynamic mention.

A/N: a blurb for the thirsties

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Coriolanus Snow was a man of strong will, an almost imperceptible spirit of a person, most people would describe him as apathetic and cruel.

yet here he was, fucking his fist like a teenager to the thought of his girlfriend calling him a “good boy”.

He had needed you all day to be honest, following you around like a lost puppy while you did mundane household tasks, giving you big eyes when you said that you had plans and couldn’t fuck him until you got home. He was doing anything he could to try and be patient, but everytime he closed his eyes he was flooded with the images of you with your mouth around his cock.

Being away from you was the world’s sweetest torture.

It was only so long before he couldn’t take it anymore, he rushed upstairs to your shared room and climbed in your side of the bed, your lingering scent only making his now painful erection that much worse.

He tugged down his lounge pants and his dick sprung free of its confines, the flushed red tip already leaking pre-cum.

Slowly jerking himself, Coriolanus started thinking of any part of you his mind could muster, your ass, your tits, how good it felt when he was fucking you, and even how much he loved when you were riding him.

He imagined it was your hand, perfectly manicured fingers wrapping around the base of his cock, little kitten licks applied to his tip as he whimpered and moaned about how it wasn’t fair, your rich and beautiful voice murmuring how he was such a good boy and how you’re so proud of him.

But right now it was just his fist and his whiny little groans, the bucked up his hips like a bitch and pressed the right side of his face into your pillow, cumming to the scent of your shampoo and images of your being.

He just wiped his hand in his pants and rolled over, dozing off on your side of the bed and only waking up later when you got home and teased him for having to fuck his fist like he was 16.

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[did-you-fall-for-a-shooting-star]

Its Christmas weekend. Its December 24th. Its Christmas EVE. But you know what else it is?? Do you?

ITS FUCKING SPRING OUTSIDE IS WHAT IT IS

ITs gonna be nearly 60F outside on Christmas day. No snow. Stores have been selling sweaters since SEPTEMBER but WHY?? We dont need that shit until January anymore. We can survive the couple random cold days with a hoodie until winter actually kicks in. Yeah Im dreaming of a white Christmas just like the ones I used to know CAUSE THEY ARE PRACTICALLY NON EXISTENT NOW. Did you want to go sledding or have a snowball fight or build a snowman over your winter break? WELL TOO BAD FOR YOU. Instead you get rain this week.

And its not like I live in a warm climate either!!!! Im in Pennsylvania!!! In the foothills of the Appalachian MOUNTAINS!!!!!!! ITS SUPPOSED TO BE COLD HERE!!!!!!!

[junawashere-art]

leave me a tip <33 |  buy a print $$

snowy charlie 🍎

[meeks-just-wants-to-scroll]

:D For the people who know of the fanfic series The Devils (Kicking Up the Dust + Blood Under The Snow, both by Amras on AO3) I offer you my playlist based off of it!

Some of it are songs directly picked from what Amras listened to while writing the story, some are my own picks. Most of it are sad gloomy songs perfect for the snowy village setting of Blood Under the Snow. There are some more fast paced and lyrics-heavy songs amongst it

[bluedovee]

Bad Sansuary Day 8 Boxed In ft. Dust

[miramelindamusings]

@prudensvulpes requested Sora with Dylan Hollis' energy where he has his own cooking channel! Thank you so much for your patience! And this was alot of fun to do! I used Dylan Hollis' "Fake Apple Pie" tiktok (shortened to certain moments and some moved around for comedic effect!). I hope you like it and thank you again :)!

And here's a bonus sketch because I couldn't resist drawing Sora's face lighting up the same way Dylan Hollis' does when a recipe is actually good!:

[silvaris]

the Rur near Monschau by Michael Waschkau

[herbalnature]

A serene chairlift in northern Finland takes a magical ascent, vanishing into a cloud amidst a twilight-hued, snow-dusted forest. It looks like a perfect winter escape to the skies, doesn't it?

[sunnydayaoe]

urhg.. drew so many guys...

[anisangeldust]

Pretty when you cry 𝜗𝜚⋆

Summary: feelings are hard.

Pairing: young politician!Coriolanus x Fem!reader

Warnings: tooth rotting fluff, Coriolanus is stressed and needs you, emotional vulnerability, mentions of parental loss, crying.

A/N: just some heart-achy fluff bc I’m in the mood to coddle someone rn🎀

Masculinity and Bravado were drilled into the brain of Panems president since the day he was born, festering like an infection, multiplying like an invasion, until all he could feel was shame for feeling.

So often he’d find himself teary eyed, chanting soliloquies of “Men don’t cry, you aren’t weak, crying makes you weak.” like mantras around his apartment, such nonsense that those superior used to undermine his naturally empathetic soul.

It wasn’t until many moons later that he crossed your sacred path, your mere presence a soothing compress on his aching heart. Little by little, you cleared his night skies from its once insurmountable peril, the darkness that had consumed his soul was no longer seeping through his core, instead it soaked through his eyes, salty drops of crystalline water flowing down his milky cheeks.

At the moment, he was being comforted by his ever so generous and loving wife. The emotions he buried so desperately were now flowing like a river in front of his own personal Aphrodite, a tsunami of emotions flooding his soul, lapping at the weak spots of his delicate being. Never would anyone describe Coriolanus Snow as vulnerable, but right now he was. Your tenderness akin to the mother he lost so long ago, and his trembling frame that of a little boy. This is love in its rawest form, the ability to express vulnerability without judgement, the thing Coriolanus so clearly craved his whole adolescence.

Heaven was breaking down in your arms, having a rough day and coming home to you, the woman he loved with every ounce of his being, to have you hold his face and tell him it was all going to be okay; your murmured words like a warm compress on his aching heart.

So often he reminded himself that he was allowed to have bad days, being president was draining, and the cracks in his mask were deepening, he could no longer hide from the flood, he had to just make sure he didn’t drown. Luckily you were his life boat. Despite all his hard work, sometimes the darkness prevails, dawning cloaks of false serendipity, only to shed its light and consume your dignity. The darkness that clouds his vision, creeps into the corners of his mind, dampens his thinking, the darkness only you can cut through. He beam of light, his saving grace.

Coriolanus was a blubbering mess, your fingers running in his platinum curls a reminder that he was safe, that he was going to be okay. Slowly, he lifted his head from your chest and sniffled.

“I don’t deserve you..” he murmured, eyes red and puffy from crying so hard.

“Shhh, just lay on me baby, it’s okay, I’ve got you” you cooed, pressing his face back into the soft fat of your chest. As to which he happily complied.

The muscles of his shirtless back were relaxed, melting into you and your warm embrace. He wrapped his arms around your middle and hugged you like you were going to disappear if he let go, you were his most precious gem, a beauty unmatched by the most divine beings, a goddess amongst men, and Coriolanus was your most devoted apostle.

Slowly, his breathing regained stability, his pink lips no longer quivering, chest no longer heaving. You peppered his teary cheeks with kisses as he calmed down slowly. His mind slipping form consciousness as he fell asleep.

“I love you” he croaked gently, voice rough and tone uneven, the most vulnerable state Coriolanus Snow could be in, the one reserved for you.

“I love you too baby boy, so much. Now sleep, it’ll all be okay” you mutter as he flutters his eyes closed and lays on you completely, your own personal weighted blanket.

Coriolanus was truly sculpted by the gods, how else would he be so pretty when he cries?

[corpseqwat]

[feralsteddie]

Steve's first concussion happened when he fell down those stairs as a baby.

He conked his skull, it got a bad rattle, and he's had visual snow and tinnitus ever since.

It's one of the reasons he doesn't really clock when things start getting worse after each Upside Down incident, he's just kinda always had these going on and didn't realise they weren't normal until he mentioned them offhand and everyone was confused

[forwhenienditall]

i truly live to be cross faded

N that’s all folks

these eyes have seen the strangest things

[breannasfluff]

@four-eyed-nerd

The shirt doesn’t look like much but I did think of the logistics of how it would attach! It’s a racerback and would button on the two sides at the bottom where they wrap around. The feathers at the base of his wings would keep the little bit of skin warm.

[bowenoke]

younger siblings who related a little too hard to kristen applebees until bucky and k2 came on the scene. We are in this together