#cats cradle flower face

[poutycowboy]

"I'd crawl through hell to be your girl."

[sleepanonymous]

I got tagged by the beautiful @autumns-veil to post 5 songs I've had on repeat recently 🖤🖤

These were the first 5 songs on my repeat playlist on Spotify 😅 It's been a while since I did an ask game, uh... no pressure tagging: @lifemod17 @stellasplendens @loveinthemindpalace @moonchild-in-blue and anyone else 🖤 show me some cool music

[driftwoodsix]

oh okay. april 5th. new chappell roan song. new lizzy mcalpine album. new novo amor album. new flower face song. yeah i'll survive that

[creek-nymph]

Cat's Cradle Flower Face

[i-put-the-s4p-in-s4pphic]

someone's dramatic, sky hasn't even left the country yet🤡

proselfshiptember day 05: distance

originally I was gonna write the dialogue/texts between sky and tora after he goes to jail.. but then I thought this was funnier so this takes place in the good timeline✨

btw these were made on iFake for anyone curious👀 it's super cool and o recommend it if u wanna make fake texts w ur f/os!!

mel<3

[digitalvoidheart]

PAY ATTENTION TO THE SHADING!! PA-

Ahem..

Lineless art of CC!Ccino and a new fact about witches in the au!

"Witches have to expel their magic periodically or the buildups may inflict damage on them and reduce the chance of staying immortal."

(would've added more flowers but I got tired and restless)

I'm really happy with how this piece turned out so that's why I added a bigger uglier watermark. Sorry. No want theft even if idk if my art is gold to other ppl XP

OG Ccino from fluffytale belongs to black-nyanko

Cat's cradle au belongs to @help-im-a-gay-fish @yuriyuruandyuraart and me

[dinnerthyme]

NEW FLOWER FACE ❗️❗️❗️

[slrmagazine]

Montreal Goth-Folk Songwriter Flower Face Returns With New Song and Video "Cat's Cradle"

Montreal Goth-Folk Songwriter Flower Face Returns With New Song and Video "Cat's Cradle". #flowerface @flowerfacemusic

Montreal goth-folk songwriter Ruby McKinnon, better known as Flower Face, makes her return with the dark and brooding “Cat’s Cradle.” Exploring the fine line between adoration and obsession, Flower Face’s hushed vocals dance amongst falling melodies from sullen strings and watery pianos. The chorus builds to the sinister line: “Oh no, you don’t know my name / but I would die for you.” Listen to…

[cherries-in-wine]

OH MY GOD BABE WAKE UP FLOWER FACE JUST DROPPED CAT'S CRADLE (I'm 18 hours late but in my defence I had an exam)

ITS SO GOOD AJWNEBJSKSNS AND SO IS THE MUSIC VIDEO LIKE I LOVE THE DETAIL OF HIS HANDS TIED LIKE THE CAT'S CRADLE STRING GAME.

The song slaps so hard i love the strings/orchestra and the lyrics are beautiful I think It perfectly captures the feeling when you think you're in love but it's just an unhealthy obsession with the romanticized version of this person that you've created in your mind. Not knowing anything about the person or how they are in real life, but you have your perfect little delusional fantasy of you two together in your head.

[novafloofeatsbirds]

Almost every song Flower Face has made in the past 2 years sounds the same but they all make me the same amount of mentally ill

[elevenmayfieldz]

I SPEND MY DAYS DREAMING ABT YOU, CAUSE YOU’RE SO COOOLLLLLL

[driftwoodsix]

babe wake up new flower face metaphors for love as a form of self-destruction

[pseudowho]

It wasn't the first time Kento had bought you flowers.

Your week had started badly, and as weeks which start badly often do, had the audacity to get worse. And worse. And worse. Kento watched it with the mute horror of a husband who could do little to intervene in the particular nature of ills the universe had decided to throw at you.

Sat on the sofa on Friday evening, your week finally dragged (kicking and screaming) to a close. You slumped against the cushions, having drowned your misery in most of a bottle of wine, and you sniffled, hiccupping.

Kento approached you with gentle caution; not because he couldn't manage your anxious, ill-tempered sniping at him. But rather, because he did not want to provoke a snipeshot, just to see you add a gut-chewing guilt to your list of misery, too.

"I just--" You sniffed, rubbing your eyes with the sleeve of one of Kento's old cardigans, "--I just wanna...get back to normal. Have an easy weekend. Bake...bake some bread, or...or something..."

Kento chuckled, sitting opposite you, and pulling your foot onto his lap to stroke it. His voice rumbled, good-humoured.

"Bake some bread?"

You giggled, which bubbled into a sob, lubricated by your wine. You pressed your head into the back of the sofa, slowly falling asleep to the feeling of his fingertips rolling sweet massages up your legs.

You felt Kento shift, climbing closer to bracket over you. You felt his nose, his breath, nudging the side of your head as if a cat. Your face crumpled into a frown, grumbling.

"...Kento...stop..."

"Time for bed, beautiful." Kento whispered against your hairline. "Come on."

You resisted, a paltry effort. You felt Kento's arms slip behind your knees, around your back, lifting you with a grunt, to cradle against him. Walking you to the bedroom, he kicked the door open with one bare foot, and slipped you into bed.

You dipped in and out of sleep, to clattering noises coming from the bathroom.

"Open up." You obeyed, and giggled to feel a toothbrush begin to swish around your mouth. Floppy and useless because Kento allowed you to be, you finally fell into a fractious sleep, disturbed by the traumas of the week you had left burning in your wake.

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You woke, reluctantly, to the muffled slam of the front door. You predicted the next sounds in your sleep-addled state, and heard them in perfect order: keys hung up. Shoes kicked off, placed into the shoe rack. Kento clearing his throat. A coat hanging, and footsteps past your bedroom.

You rolled, sloppy, shuffling out of bed with a yawn.

Approaching the kitchen, you noticed a wooden palette on the kitchen counter, and frowned. Inside, in neat rows, lay bag after bag of carefully colour coded...something. You blinked, bleary, and Kento smiled at you as if you were a painted beauty.

He approached you, trailing fingers through your scruffled hair with a hum. His hand dipped down to your fingers, grasping them and bringing their knuckles to his lips for a kiss.

"Good morning, lover."

"Kento, what's..." You gestured to the palette.

Kento was tying an apron behind his waist, flicking through a recipe book with carefully colour-coded notation stickers. He looked up to you, and to the palette, his eyebrows raising for a moment.

"I bought you flours."

"...flowers?"

"No. I bought you flours."

You blinked once, confused. You rolled a bag, turgid and heavy in your hand, and felt the softground shift of the contents within, and it clicked.

"...flours." You sniffled, welling up. "You bought me...flours. Flours, for..."

Kento's smile softened, turning the honey in his eyes to melted gold as he cupped your face, stroking one stray tear away with a swiping thumb. He whispered.

"Flours. For bread."

Kento reached behind himself, his eyes still on you, and a giggle chirped through you again as he lowered an apron loop over your head, reaching around in an embrace to tie it behind your back.

Hours later, sampling different hot breads, oozing with melted butter, a white sheet had draped over the week you left behind you. You left whitedust handprints on Kento's bottom. He sliced wheatsheafs into dough.

It wasn't the last time Kento bought you flours.

(bonus points to anyone who can guess the movie reference)

[rationaliity]

cat parents | dr. ratio & aventurine

!! polyamory !!

caritas, poker, and snuggle.

anyone could tell who named what cat, and which cat cake was who's favorite.

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caritas was veritas' favorite, the name being an old language word meaning ' love ' although he wouldn't really admit to it. he'd told you that the cat's original name - or rather, it's classification, was lambda's friend, with blue skin and black and white filling. but the cat cake had a little gold flower on the side of it's head, too, which reminded him of himself.

caritas loves to chat with the other cat cakes. its the kind of cat that makes friends with other really quickly, so it's always chatting with poker and snuggle about something throughout the day. their conversations can range from anything about how warm the bed is to the best spot in the living room to see the three of their owners dancing together in the kitchen with music while you were trying to make dinner.

ratio absolutely loved to note down their conversations whenever present. it surprised him that such a creature was so articulate, even able to properly express its desires. he'd concluded that the cat cakes had the intelligence of a young toddler with a rudimentary but understandable grasp on language. you and aventurine liked to tease him sometimes for treating the cat cakes as children sometimes, trying to teach them as a parent would, although this was something that ratio would deny wholeheartedly.

" they are an interesting new species. they are ruan mei's creations, and yet she doesn't seem to understand their full potential. i believe it's imperative that we study them and possibly teach them things they otherwise wouldn't know without our interventions, " ratio reasoned, while he was holding the little cat cake, cradling it like it was something precious to him.

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poker was aventurine's, the name coming from one of his favorite card games to play, even though he rationalized it by saying that the cat was particularly swatty and liked to cause trouble by batting at things off of the edge of tables. " it likes to poke things until it drops off of the table, so the name poker makes sense, doesn't it ? " yeah, okay aventurine, whatever you say.

poker loved to meow in the dead of night and startle everyone out of sleep in the most inopportune times. ratio has a lecture early in the morning for the intelligentsia guild ? poker is making it's boredom everyone's problem. aventurine has a meeting with the other stonehearts ? oh boy, poker is right there sitting on his face meowing incessantly. if you've got something important to do, well, sorry to say you won't be getting very much sleep that night no matter how early you go to bed. it was bratty, sure, but it was ultimately just an average grey cat cake with nothing special about it, and seemed to have an overwhelming fear of being left alone.

no matter how annoying the cat cake was being that particular night, there was only one way to stop it from meowing. of course, ratio tried to reprimand it and teach it other ways to relieve its boredom at night, but nothing proved effective. you would just try to get it to calm down by playing with it for a little while, but that really only worked until you left it alone, and then it went right back to meowing. aventurine, however, had the magic touch. he would grab the cat cake and bring it into bed, and he would just.. talk to it. in a quiet voice, just chatting about whatever popped up into his head. he'd talk for an hour or more. sometimes it was about sigonia, sometimes it was about his job as a stoneheart. sometimes it was just different gambles and how he ended up winning them.

" so, of course, i had to prove that i was much more than he gave me credit for, " aventurine had been yapping for about an hour now, when he looked down at the cat cake in his arms and realized that it was sound asleep, purring against his chest. " ah, looks like i've done it again. you're welcome, you two. "

" thank you, 'churine, " you mumbled, half asleep as you leaned over to him and pressed a kiss on his cheek, your head falling back down to rest on his shoulder, already falling back asleep. ratio didn't say anything, and when aventurine looked over at him, he couldn't help but smile. he'd put ratio asleep while just chatting, too.

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snuggle was your trash cake cat, and there was really no deeper meaning behind the name. it was a snuggly cat, and loved attention. loved anyone and everyone who was willing to give it attention. sometimes you would wake up with it resting on your chest, sometimes you would see ratio lazily carrying snuggle around, and other times aventurine was playing with it making it chase a feather around. snuggle was the attention whore of the trio.

snuggle loved to follow you wherever you walked, especially to the bathroom. whether you were getting ready for the day or just trying to spend a few minutes doing human business, you had a pair of eyes watching over your ever move, making sure that you were never far from its sight, almost like it was protective over you. you couldn't help but compare it to your two partners, lord knows how often they were checking up on you in their own ways. ratio wasn't afraid of shooting you a text whenever he had a free moment while you were away to make sure you were okay, and aventurine was constantly on the phone with you through his headpiece.

" snuggle, i'm just going to the bathroom ! it's okay, really- " you gently protested, earning a small mew from the cat cake as it followed behind you into the bathroom, sitting patiently at the doorway, waiting for you to get finished with your business.

" hey, darling, i'm home from work ~ guess who i dragged back home with me after his lecture. " aventurine called out for you almost immediately, followed by the quieter voice of ratio announcing his presence as well.

you rolled your eyes at your partners immediately calling for you, your heart swelling with love for them, washing your hands as you walked out of the bathroom, snuggle hot on your tracks. " welcome back, guys. all of the cat cakes have been taken care of, and i started dinner. "

" thank you, i'm sure dinner will be pleasant as always, " veritas hummed, his briefcase still in his hand as he leaned down to kiss you on your lips.

" what would we do without you ? " aventurine weaseled his way in between you two, mostly because he also wanted to get his after work love from you.

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a chatty cat cake with more intelligence that it originally seemed, a cat cake that needed to be calmed down when everyone left it alone with its thoughts, and a protective cat cake that enjoyed attention and making sure that those around it was okay.

maybe these were the perfect cat cakes for you three.

[2mny-glockis]

SLOW DANCE!! >ᵥ_ᵥ< Sukuna x black!fem reader

(Btw have you listened to the new Clario Album?? What do you think of it??)

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Being the wife of the King of Curses has its perks, like residing in a big castle. However, this castle isn't the fairytale kind; it's dark and adorned with torture devices, often splattered with blood (that is handled by the maids). Life within its walls can be really boring. Which is why the Garden holds special significance to you. it's your sanctuary. Unlike the castle, maids aren't allowed here(beside Uraume occasionally) . Instead, vibrant flowers, diverse plants, cute animals like bunnies and a cat create a stark contrast to the castle's gloom, offering a much-needed escape into brightness.

Sukuna often finds you in this serene spot, standing at the entrance with a contemplative gaze as he takes in the soft shape of your figure. "Woman," he says, his voice carrying a stern edge that startles you briefly. "I have returned." He says. You respond with a casual hum, unaffected by his imposing presence. "Hi Ryo! How was your day?" you ask cheerfully, a playful grin spreading across your face as you pick up your small bunny companion.

"The enemy was annihilated," Sukuna replies bluntly, his crimson eyes momentarily drifting to the "thing" cradled in your arms. "What the hell is that?" he inquires, curiosity mixed with a hint of disbelief at the sight of the fluffy bunny nestled against you.

You walk up to him, meeting his gaze. "It's a bunny," you reply softly, holding the small creature gently in your arms. "A… bunny...?" Sukuna repeats, his confusion evident in his tone as he looks at the fluffy animal. You can't help but giggle softly at his bewildered expression. "Isn't he cute?" you ask teasingly, finding his perplexed reaction endearing. "Do you wanna hold him?" you offer, extending the bunny towards Sukuna with a playful glint in your eyes, curious to see his reaction to the gentle creature.

You place the bunny in his arms, chuckling softly at his usual expression of annoyance tinged with a hint of confusion. "The flowers look absolutely gorgeous today, don't you think?" you ask, bending down gracefully to pluck one from the ground. "These here are Camellia Sinensis, native to Japan and China," you explain, holding it up for him to see the delicate petals and vibrant hues. "And over there are the lilies of the valley," you add, pointing out their graceful clusters amidst the greenery.

"Ou, and over here-" “woman.” Sukuna interrupted, his voice cutting through the air. You glanced at him, clearly confused, as he reached out to gently grasp your chin, guiding your gaze up to meet his. A faint smirk played on his lips. "Hm." He released your face, and as he started to walk past you, he uttered, "Walk with me."

His interruption had left you momentarily off-balance, unsure of his intentions. Nonetheless, you fell into step beside him, and began to walk around the garden with him.

There was a brief silence as the two of you strolled through the garden, but was soon interrupted by Sukuna's soft yet firm hum. "I don't often express such sentimental human sentiments, so please understand the sincerity behind my words," he murmured, averting his gaze momentarily. "But I genuinely care for you, and... love you, [name]."

"And whether you like it or not, you shall remain at my side for all eternity," Sukuna declared with a hint of embarrassment in his voice. You smiled warmly and wrapped your arms around one of his. "I love you too, Ryo," you whispered affectionately.

His glance briefly met yours before quickly looking away, his cheeks tinged with embarrassment. "Uraume," he muttered, calling upon his attendant. "Yes, Master," Uraume responded promptly, bowing respectfully before Sukuna. “The Queen isn't feeling well. get her to her chambers at once," Sukuna commanded, his tone softening slightly as he walked ahead. This time, you hesitated, choosing not to follow him immediately."Yes, Master," Uraume acknowledged once more, before carrying out the order.

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[steveshairychest]

For their one year anniversary, Eddie decides to prank Steve.

He tells Steve that he's going to get a new tattoo, a tattoo in honour of their amazing year together. Steve thinks it's a great idea. He thinks Eddie will get a tattoo of the flowers Steve got him on their first date, or maybe of the cat that they adopted together. Something simple and cute.

And Eddie does get something simple and cute, but that's not what he shows Steve first. When he gets back from his appointment, he kicks off his shoes and doesn't even make it into the main room before Steve ambushes him. "Show me." He demands excitedly, his eyes scanning all of Eddie's visible skin for the tattoo.

The real tattoo he got is on his ankle; it's the phase the moon was in the night Steve asked him to officially be his boyfriend.

The tattoo he's about to show Steve takes up nearly his entire abdomen, and Robin practically pissed her pants when Eddie stopped by family video to show her the fake tattoo.

"I hope you like it." He chews on his lip nervously and avoids Steve's eyes. It takes every ounce of willpower he has to stop himself from laughing, to not give himself away. He grabs the bottom of his shirt and with one fake, nervous exhale, he lifts it over his head to show Steve the giant fake tattoo on his stomach.

"Oh god." Steve almost trips over his own feet as he stares at, well, himself on Eddie's stomach. The tattoo is a badly done portrait of Steve that Eddie drew up the night before. The tattoo artist, who's a close friend of Eddie's, had bent over in a fit of laughter when Eddie had shown him the sketch.

"Eddie- "

"You hate it!" Eddie cries dramatically, his hands coming up to cradle his stomach. Eddie can see he hates it in the way Steve's mouth is permanently open in a shocked gasp and in the way his hands keep running through his hair.

"No, I - I love it." Steve's voice cracks, something Eddie knows only happens when he's lying.

Eddie wants to keep the joke going, he really does, but he can't stop the smile that pulls at his lips. "If you love it that much, I can go make it permanent."

"It's not - Oh, you bastard!" All the tension immediately leaves Steve's body and the smile on his face mirrors Eddie's own. "You're such a dick." He laughs and finally steps forward to really look at the fake tattoo. "God, it's awful."

"Hey! I drew that."

"I can tell."

Eddie shoves him back lightly and then reaches down to lift his pant leg up to show Steve the real tattoo. The moon was actually one of the many ideas Steve listed off for him days ago while they'd been curled up in bed.

Steve's smile turns soft and he leans in close to press a kiss to the corner of Eddie's smiling lips. "It's beautiful."

Eddie points to the fake tattoo of Steve on his stomach, "So are you."