#cupids with guns!!!!

[yuritxrt]

Fanart for “Love bullet” by inee! A unique gl that adds a twist to cupids — its on the verge of getting axed, so please support it any way you can!

[dynamicsimp]

🩷How it all started.

I gave the parasite more in depth, cause yes. Love Bug is the name.

Also can go ahead and ask me, or the cast. Yes, you can ask the LMK Cast as well. If you wanna ask lore, go on ahead as well.

[wreckrinho]

"Why does love hurts so much???"

FUCKING CUPID:

[snsp6]

my first fanart of @dynamicsimp’s au as inspired by a scene in my fic! this took too long to make and I gave up with the background and making their clothes entirely pink 😭

this au is pulling me through everything rn and I love it smmm

[lonely-anime-lesbian]

One of my favorite manga, Love Bullet, is apparently at serious risk of being discontinued due to poor vol 1 sales. T_T

So, now I'm here to plug the series in the hope that people on Tumblr will read it, like it, and buy some copies.

It's a very cute and cool series about young-girls-turned-cupids in gun fights, and it is yuri, and it's so sweet and sad, and it's awesome.

So, here's where you can read it in English (no current official English translation for it),

and a handy buying guide for how to get your hands on some physical copies if you want to support the series.

[tomatosareinmyhead]

Madohomu + Cupid AU

Girls who die without experiencing true love are reincarnated as cupids. In this universe, a cupid's goal is not to make someone fall in love, but rather to make that person never lose hope in love. This work becomes difficult when there are creatures that feed on broken hearts and despair. And this job ends up becoming MORE difficult when the cupid in question is Homura Akemi, who is madly in love with her human: Madoka Kaname

[galaxyspark-6e16]

"trollifies your yuri"

my new hyperfixation in a crossover with my current hyperfixation, it can't get out of control.

[saydesole]

Alexa play The Fresh Prince Ft DJ Jazzy Jeff Summertime 🌞

[peachn-000]

Reference dump of some of my alters!!

🥰🫶

all were made by said alter except for the first three, those were all made by GPS!!

[multiverseprincess]

cupid's season | j.h.s (AU) | fall season | blurb #1

multi's note: hey y’all! Cupid’s Season is a series, loosely based on Emma by Jane Austen and its various adaptations. (Yep, this is an AU)

This is the first thing I’ve posted in a while, feedback is greatly appreciated!

tw: amateur writing? unmatched energy (flangst), allusions to smut, fwb situations, mentions of frats, and social events/situations.

Reader has a nickname. Reader is a cis-genered fem.

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Basking in the afterglow with Jake was always normal. Until it wasn’t. And when things got weird, Jake got talkative- he always was talkative but this, this broke her heart more than her brain-

“Dais”

“Jake”

“Do you think, do you think your room’s flooring is tilted?”

She got up from where she was resting on his chest, moving to perch herself on her elbow- looking at him, eyes slightly squinty.

“What?” she said, slightly scratchy from all the activity before

Jake could talk her ears off- about Javy’s new investment ideas, about Natasha’s new decor, and even his newest trip to the UK where he stopped by a grocery store and saw the chipotle sauce and it reminded him of her so he bought it for her without a second thought. Jake talked. But not about the things that mattered.

“I just think- that the floor might be slightly tilted,” he said enunciating the words carefully because her reaction and tone threw him off.

She groaned, laying back down, this time on her pillow- “Jake”

“Daisy” he breathed shuffling closer to her and pulling her into his arms. His body was always her safe space. Since he’d moved into the house next door with his aunt and uncle when he was 17.

It didn’t take a lot of effort from her end to make friends, ever. But Jake, Jake was a different story. He played the world around him until he got what he wanted. He radiated a gold-like energy that was hard not to be attracted to. He was warm too- always looking out for his sisters and calling his parents regularly. He stayed in his lane, for the most part socially, but once Javy and Natasha entered the scene, that changed. He walked into spaces, and you’d hear him before you saw him. At 19 he got into a frat and since, he developed a cocky sense of self, which she admits was earned.

Straight A’s, sports scholarship, and he had more to offer than just a good lay. He stayed true to his southern roots and was famous among the girls for his clean and golden boy personality. He was destined for success and he saw it through. Now, at 26- as a CEO and no longer her neighbor but her best friend/frenemy, she knew who he was. While, she managed to stay next to him, through all these phases- she still felt a sense of distance or rather a longing for more.

The benefits had somehow always been there. A quiet secret of sorts in their friend group- he wasn’t her first but there was something very intimate and absolute about what they did. Every time they fell into the sheets, whatever transpired, felt like both were telling each other something simple, something sure, and something that warranted all the affection that kept showing itself whenever the other needed it.

It felt like their bodies said- “yeah, this is why” Why for all the times he picked her up, went out of his way when she needed him, when he cleaned up her messes without asking questions, when he covered for her and when he bought her random ass gifts or cooked for her- just because.

Why for all the times she made him dinner when he straight crashed in her bedroom, after coming over after a hard day (sans sex sometimes), when she invited him to parties that she knew he would network the hell out, or when she drove him to his office for whole two months even though it was on the other end of the city.

Talking about it with words just never happened though. She wanted to bring it up many times and he knew but never pushed her. She wondered why he wouldn’t bring it up though. Maybe he didn’t feel the same way was the obvious conclusion for her. But one night when she drunkenly confessed to Nat, she vehemently denied it-

“He may love you more than his old lady” His old lady of course is his truck- the rare reminder he bought from Texas at 16.

As she lay next to him right now, she wasn’t not too sure.

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[cupidsberetta92]

Part Three

Warnings for panic attack, eyestrain, and a gun. Also Ollie is sloshed.

Sorry, I felt like hitting him with a trauma bat and. Ajax is trying his Best.

First... Prev... Next...

Original drawing under cut:

[maverickaunnehir]

Goose: So, what do you think about your new neighbor?

Maverick: He's Iceman.

Goose: EXCUSE ME ???????

Maverick: What, I said he's nice, man.

Goose: *understands Mav can't get Ice out of his head, like the man invaded every single brain cell*

Goose, whispering: Oh, Icy will love that.

[sheerfreesia007]

Stupid Cupid #3

Title: Stupid Cupid #3

Fandom: Top Gun Maverick

Pairing: Robert ‘Bob’ Floyd x Reader

Author: @sheerfreesia007​

Words: 852

Warnings: Fluff

Permanent Tag List: @paintballkid711, @fioccodineveautunnale, @phoenixhalliwell, @linkpk88, @weirdowithnobeardo, @athalien

Prompt: Leaving Cute Notes

Author Notes: Aww Bob! Bob gives off such shy vibes that I feel like he’s normally a quiet guy until he starts talking about his girl.

Gif Credit: @notyoursbutlewis

“So what does your note say today Bob?” asks Rooster as he sits across from Bob at the lunch table in the mess hall. Bob looks up as he unzips his lunchbox and pulls out his container that you had packed for him the night before. Bob flushes bright red as he notices all his squad mates staring at him with curious eyes. Fumbling a little bit he looks down at his container and feels the flush on his cheeks deepen.

“Did the wifey finally get racy with her notes?” teased Coyote as he leaned across the table to get a look at the note.

“Back off Coyote. Leave Bob alone.” Phoenix defends her backseater with ease and Bob gives her a small smile in thanks.

“C’mon Bob. I love hearing the notes your wife leaves you.” Rooster tries to cajole and Bob relents as he tilts his head to the side.

“She wrote, capture some clouds for me today, I love you.” Bob answered and most of his squad hollered and cheered as Phoenix cooed at the cute note.

“See, that’s what I want.” Rooster said enviously as he pointed at Bob’s neon blue post-it note. “I want a relationship like that where I get cute notes from my girl.” Bob smiled at Rooster’s words and nodded his head at the fact that he did have that type of relationship. You always left him notes in his lunchbox ever since the two of you had been living together five years ago. It started with just a simple ‘Have a good day!’ or ‘I love you!’ and it had slowly morphed into more specific notes. Gently folding the post-it note in on itself Bob slipped it into his shirt pocket with a soft smile on his face, he always loved the notes you wrote that were geared towards his career. It made the day go by quicker for him knowing that you loved him enough to find a way to talk about his career with him even if you didn’t completely understand it. You put in the effort and Bob appreciated that immensely.

“How long has she been sending notes to you?” Phoenix asked softly and Bob watched as Rooster perked up to hear the answer as well. Finishing the bite of sandwich he had taken Bob turned to look at Natasha knowing that she was genuinely curious and not being cruel with her question.

“Five years.” Bob answered and Rooster whistled low and long. “Ever since we moved in together.”

“Damn, that’s dedication.” Payback teases and Bob smiles widely at his words.

“What can I say? My wife puts her all in when she’s passionate about something.” Bob boldly states and the squad reacts with hollers and cheers to his words.

“I’ll say.” Hangman agrees and smirks at Bob who flushes brightly once more before ducking his head and taking another bite of sandwich.

“Don’t listen to them Bob, they’re all just jealous they don’t get notes.” Rooster said as he ate his own lunch. Bob smiled at Rooster who had rested his elbow on the table and set his chin in his palm as he stared at him from across the table. He knew he was going to make Rooster infinitely jealous with his next piece of information.

“I popped the question using her notes too.” Bob said gently and Rooster’s eyes widened while Phoenix leaned closer to hear the proposal as well. “I have saved every one of her notes since she’s been sending them to me and I stuck them to the walls of our house leading to the back door. Where I was waiting in our backyard with a ring and down on one knee.”

“Yes! That’s how it’s done boys!” Rooster crowded loudly as he clapped his hands proudly while grinning at Bob. Bob felt his face flush as he grinned back at Rooster while confidence surged through him.

“Didn’t beg you as a romantic Rooster.” Hangman teased as the other guys snickered softly while Rooster rolled his eyes before turning back to Bob.

“Did she cry?” Rooster asked, still invested in Bob’s proposal story as he grinned over the table at him.

“Like a baby. Could barely get the word yes out around the tears.” Bob said proudly as he remembered the night he proposed to you. He remembers the soft orange glow of the Virginia sun coating you in a golden shimmer as you stared at him with an open mouth and tears falling down your cheeks while you walked down the small staircase into the back yard where he waited for you. Your soft hiccuped laugh was his favorite sound to ever grace his ears in his lifetime and he was always trying to pull that sound from you again.

“Man, that’s what I’m talking about.” Rooster said with a dreamy smile on his face and Bob felt his heart swelling with love and pride of being your husband. He smiled to himself as he finished his sandwich and began counting down the hours til he was able to go home to you.

[illybean]

That moment when a manga with two chapters has you hooked… gotta get some sketches out.

[flamestar126]

SHOOTING + CUPID + RED STRING

[amymarchapologist03]

cupid’s chokehold/american breakfast is legitimately the most romantic song written by a non-hozier man ever and i will stand by this