#florita

[angelicdevil]

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Some OC doodles. I love all my little guys

[imageingrunge]

Altos 2: Isla Paradiso addition

[purplejan]

planning my bday party has me all stressed but planning my cousin flor's surprise bday party?? ooo i'm having such a fun time <3

[petrolstationflowers]

Not forgetting Stan's thievery, he stole their goddamn staircase which I made him return because it would undoubtedly break the game, so he took a dining chair instead. With it, he's managed to afford walls, just in time for autumn!

... it looks like a prison.

Stan: 'DON'T WORRY THERE'S A ROCK OVER THERE-'

§14. Watcher help us.

[random-racehorses]

Random Real Thoroughbred: MLLE FLORITA

MLLE FLORITA is a bay mare born in Great Britain in 1948. By DARBHANGA out of CIRCUS QUEEN. Link to their pedigreequery page: https://www.pedigreequery.com/mlle+florita

[justinejoy]

Summer with Celsius 🤌🏾 I could do this all season!

[flora-en-llamas]

If you see me rebbloging ship art, don't mind me, I'm just very very alone

[oodliedoodlies]

In your Raised by Bounty Hunters AU, is Poppy still named Poppy or does Tresillo give her a Reggeaton name? If so what is she called?

Poppy is old enough to know her own name, so she says it when Tresillo asks.

But he takes to calling her Florita most of the time.

Branch is also old enough to know his own name, But he didn’t speak for a long while when Wani found him.

so she and Taejun called him Saeroeun Yeongje — “new brother”. Which eventually got shortened to Saeyeong.

Branch didn’t bother to correct them for a year or two. But even then he still goes by Saeyeong. (Roughly pronounced like Say-Young)

[someone-elsa]

Some of my 40+ story sims as young adults 😁

Rosemary (~20 years ago): Now a bohemian healer/yoga instructor, then a troubled party girl. After getting pregnant with Justin, she turned her life upside down.

Sheryl (~30 years ago): Now retired used car dealership owner, then a good girls with no big dreams. It's a mystery how she ended up establishing a used car dealership in the first place!

Vanessa (~30 years ago): Now a successful sales agent and a grandma, then university student happily living on the continent. She was born in Sulani and couldn't wait to move out. Too bad everyone else in the family loves living on the islands!

Daichi (~30 years ago): Now a senior physician, then a dedicated student. He was a proper and even boring (and still), but that's probably what Vanessa loves about him.

Harrison (~30 years ago): Now a renowned theatre director, then a radical art school student. His ideas divided the crowds even then.

Florita (??? years ago): Now a landlady, then a girl next-door. Or that's what she looked like. Actually she hanged out with hooligans, one of them her first love Mateo (after whom she named her cat). You can download your own Florita here :)

Leona (~25 years ago): Now a devoted Watcher's follower, then a devoted Watcher's follower. Leona has matured and learned about nuance but she still holds some very conservative values (as we'll see).

Adam (~40 years ago): Now proper family man, then a good-for-nothing wanderer. Originally from Champs Les Sims, where his sister still lives.

[moonlight-prose]

Could I get the blanket version of 27 with Miguel o'Hara for the In Love With Love Weekend? (It's such a cute event omg I love it)

THERE WILL BE RAIN

a/n: i'm still kind of getting the hang of his voice and i really hope he came across correctly in this. but it's such a cute idea that even if it was wrong i'd still post it. sharing a blanket with miguel is perfect vibes. i also made it fall in the fic because i'm in desperate need of those cozy vibes. i hope you enjoy it! (also yes i did quote pride and prejudice in the end. the vibes were too perfect no to.)

summary: "he hung his coat on the rack near the wall, the soft thud of his shoes against the hardwood letting you know your boyfriend was home."

word count: 0.6k+

pairing: miguel o'hara x reader

warnings: not explicit, rainy days in the fall, miguel being a sweetheart, dry humor, overall fluffiness.

The cold seeped through the thin cardigan you were wearing. The echo of pouring rain filling the silence in your house. You had called out from work, hoping to enjoy a peaceful day of simply reading by the windows—watching the outside world turn a darker shade of gray. Except it seemed the cold was intent on ruining that day, making your once cozy home, a frigid place of ice.

“Out of all days,” you muttered, pouring the steaming coffee into your mug, relishing in the soft caress of warmth that wafted up to your face.

You mentally scratched off reading by the window off your list. If you were lucky you’d find a cozy spot in your bedroom beneath the mountain of covers. At least that would keep you warm. Sipping at your drink, you shifted around the living room, grabbing for your favorite blanket and book. Shoving them in your arms as you attempted to make your way to the bedroom.

Only for the front door to open, letting in a blast of cold air. You groaned—audibly annoyed—as he walked through the door. He hung his coat on the rack near the wall, the soft thud of his shoes against the hardwood letting you know your boyfriend was home.

“Florita I’m home,” he called out, setting the small stack of mail he usually received on the table.

“I see that Miguel.”

His back straightened at the sound of his name—his full name falling from your lips. It was a rare occurrence when you called him that. Usually reserved for night when little clothing was involved, but oftentimes he’d misstep and that tone would come out. The same tone that had him immediately asking the question that now sat on the very tip of his tongue. He turned, concerned eyes meeting yours, and that familiar crooked grin set on his lips—growing by the second.

“What’s wrong?” he asked gently, stepping closer to you—his eyes taking in the sight of you carrying a blanket that dragged on the floor.

It was petulant of you to pout—you were aware—but the knowledge that your day of relaxation had vanished due to the weather was bothering you. “You let in the cold when you opened the door.”

He bit down on his bottom lip in an attempt to stifle his laughter. “I’m sorry?”

“No you’re not.”

“Bebita—”

You flopped onto the couch, reaching for your book and flipping open to the page where a polaroid of Miguel was stuck as a bookmark. It’d become your favorite thing to use. Even when he brought home fancy ones for you, claiming they worked better, you liked to see him as you read. Almost like he was there with you—offering a level of comfort you otherwise wouldn't have.

In a manner of minutes he was sitting beside you, his cold hands reaching to pinch your chin—gently turning your face towards him. No amount of resistance still remained in your body and he could see that. The flicker of a smile forming on your face as he cradled your face in his large hands—a soft look of love in his crimson eyes.

“Lo siento,” he murmured, running his thumb along your chin.

“Miggy…”

He smiled, pulling the blanket up on one side and shifting on the couch until his legs were stretched out beneath you. Dragging you closer until you were practically perched on his lap, he let you find a comfortable spot to relax. The warmth of his body quickly seeped into yours. Chasing away the cold you had fought all day. You sighed, snuggling into the breadth of his chest, your head leaning back against his shoulder—his lips pressed gently to your temple.

“Read to me?” he asked softly, fingers trailing gently down your arm and grinning when you shivered slightly. "Por favor?"

You nodded, flipping open the book and setting the polaroid to a different section. “Chapter forty-three. Elizabeth, as they drove along, watched for the first appearance of Pemberley Woods with some perturbation; and when at length they turned in at the lodge, her spirits were in a high flutter.”

[angelicdevil]

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Florita and Audrey III 🌸

[splattergai]

hello! may i request a guro lolita themed ID pack! guro lolita is a subset of lolita fashion focusing more on horro that cuteness && common motifs are blood, bandages, eye patches, and fake bruises.

Names: Doll, Widow, Charlotte, Vivienne, Liv, Anesthesia, Loli, Lola, Florita, Viola, Blair, Penny, Rosemary, Annabelle, Meg, Shelley, Coraline, Ivy, Stitches, Yersinia, Rubella, Willow, Dahlia, Wednesday, Iris, Marigold, Foxglove, Hellebore, Injury

3rdpp: go/gore, gore/gores, blood/bloods, horr/horror, horror/horrors, stab/stabs, dea/death, death/deaths, rot/rots, brui/bruise, bruise/bruises, injury/injurys, clot/clots, patch/patches, scare/scares, boo/boos, stain/stains, gut/guts, entrail/entrails, organ/organs, rip/rips, tear/tears, mal/mals, bleed/bleeds, vein/veins, ichor/ichors, needle/needles, point/points, crack/cracks, scream/screams, bandage/bandages, wrap/wraps, viscera/visceras,🩸/🩸s, 🔪/🔪s, 🫀/🫀s, 🩹/🩹s, 🏩/🏩s, 🪓/🪓s, ❤️‍🩹/❤️‍🩹s

Genders: humanmeatgender, arranchere, bloodsplattic, doctorthing, bloodbandal, bloprikleine, bloodgoreic, virstuel, gurogxrl, bloodygirlgender, operbloolic, autopsygender, bloodicandic, heartbloodial, bloodwrappic, sweetbloodgender, pinknific, gortufem, gortureguro, gurotured, cannixgurogender, luvorelita, gorinsangel, plushcutorigic, gorecute, cakegoreic

Titles: prn who is bleeding, prn who bleeds, the one who is bleeding, prn who is bruised, the one who bleeds, the bleeding one, the bruised one, prn with blood-stained clothes, prn who kills, the bandaged one, prn who is bandaged

[mirrorbuns]

Florita quiere enseñarte el vestido tradicional del Centro de México, el muy bonito traje nahua mestizo! Dice Florita que en la época prehispánica tenían un concepto de asociar la belleza con la naturaleza y especialmente las flores, se elegía a una mujer joven que destacara en belleza de cada pueblo y ella como un ritual tenía que ofrecer flores y ofrendas a la deidad Xochiquetzal, la diosa de la fertilidad y abundancia. Nosotros te elegiríamos a ti Florita, eres un conejito muy bonito!

Florita wants to show you the traditional dress from Central Mexico, the very pretty Nahua mestizo costume! Florita says that in pre-Hispanic times they had a concept of associating beauty with nature and especially flowers. A young woman who stood out in beauty from each town was chosen and as a ritual she had to offer flowers and offerings to the deity Xochiquetzal, the goddess of fertility and abundance. We would choose you Florita, you are a very pretty bunny!

[matchalovertrait]

Meet Teodor and Palmira Medina!

Teodor and his daughter, Palmira, lived alone together for many years. Teodor's previous wife, Florita, left them when Palmira was only a toddler for Alfonso Alto. This was after Alfonso betrayed Teodor by stealing his resort plans. Teodor was left in debt, which was not easy as a single father.

Even though Teodor became depressed and distrusting of everyone, he never let that affect how he treats his daughter. Palmira is a sweet girl and lights up every room she's in. Teodor worked hard every day to get back on his feet and provide everything that Palmira needed.

When Teodor met Irene, he began to open up his heart again. It was a little difficult at first because Irene seemed a little too good to be true, but he realized what an authentic person she was. He then introduced Irene to Palmira, and they got along so well! Palmira started calling her "Mama" before Teodor and Irene were even engaged.

Now, Teodor and Irene are married. They entrusted Noemi to watch Palmira for a couple of days while they go on their honeymoon.

Teodor and Palmira are originally from The Sims 3: Island Paradise! I did not create their backstory.

[goudisbi]

Après avoir gentiment croisé le kraken sur notre route, Florita a annoncé à Masturbin la naissance de sa fille Kizzie.

Seul inconvénient, Florita ne voulait pas se mettre en couple avec le père de sa fille. Alors, celui-ci lui demanda sa main... et elle accepta.

Mais ça ne le détourna absolument pas de son objectif principal : avoir le plus de conquêtes possible ! Alors après cet interlude romantique, rendez-vous... aux rendez-vous.

Il finit donc par quitter sa fiancée, elle qui s'imaginait déjà vivre la fin de ses jours avec lui. Masturbin se délecta d'ailleurs du fait de savoir qu'il était si important aux yeux de quelqu'un.

Et il recommença... encore et encore...