#happy valentine's day to moth

[empiireans]

they’re watching the meteor shower

[mothinabottle]

Happy Valentine's day

Aftermath: The chocolate was ruined and May got sick. Wooho!

I had NO time to draw this istg. Did this sketch in two hours or so cuz college had me trapped these days :(

Hope it isn't that underwhelming though. Espero que todos la hayan pasado bien!

[volchz]

[mothmanavenue]

very late valentines

[girlinthebrownhoodie]

Oh shit, it's still Valentine's Day! 💕💘

Uhhh... have some sketches of my love bug OC Estelle :)

I drew her in different outfits cuz I haven't actually decided on a particular outfit for her to wear :p

[mothmussy]

Happy Valentine's day to all the sleepy bitches out there! 😘😴💘

[thinking-outside-the-giftbox18]

EVERYONE, GET IN LINE FOR THE KISSING BOOTH

Here are my Narrators, YES, 4 Narrators 

From Left to Right: 

Charles, Jasper (Naga-Narrator or Nagarrator), Hal or Narramoth [who is actually my 4th Narrator], Neil (a giant alien fishman who is really shy)

Here is the full sign -

I just wanted to post this on Valentine’s Day despite the inactivity here.

So, Happy Belated Valentine’s Day! ^^

- Giftbox

PS. Yes, that IS the windows background

PPS. Also, see that jar?

The hearts are a brush that was custom made by me and I was trying to sell them on Clip Studio Assets, but was rejected due to copyright and a pattern being used (But I didn’t use any pattern, that was an eraser)

If you want them, DM me and I can give you the exports

Keep Reading to see the brushes:

Normal Brushes

Two brushes with different texts:

TSP brushes

[cursed-blood-official-blog]

Happy Valentines Day! (2) (Happy Birthday Ash!)

Artist: @spemmort

[mistamishmash]

I wish I could tell you when I started making zombie valentines day art every year, but I’m not planning on stopping yet hahaha

This year starring Krisp. c:

[drjohndisco]

Yarrow Ex Machina

Pairing: n/a

Word Count: 772 words

Warnings: swearing, mentions of blood.

Summary: Yarrow turns up to help and gets closer to Wesley.

Fine, my ass. Yarrow thought as they crashed through the mirror holding Connor.

When they blinked again Gunn had just fallen to the floor from blood loss and Fred was about to throw a sword at Wesley’s head. So, Yarrow then narrowly ducked to avoid the sword and placed Connor down onto the bed.

(Thank Goodness for the protection spells they’d placed on him.)

I should apologise to Angel when I get a chance.

‘Yarrow?’ Wesley cried out catching the sword. ‘What are you doing here? How and when did you get wings, and - most importantly - why on earth did you bring Connor with you?? Basically, what do you think you’re doing?’

‘I’m doing my best!’ Yarrow yelled back, making their hands glow golden, slowly being pushed back towards Wesley by the swinging of Fred’s arms and a new assailant. ‘And it’s not like I can leave him alone by himself, he’s a baby!’

‘Okay! But will you be able to handle yourself?’

Instead of responding Yarrow muttered a spell and fired a bolt of golden light at their attacker, knocking him out.

‘What do you think?’ Yarrow said, snarkily. Then they ran back to Connor and sat down on the bed next to him, swaddling him with their suit jacket.

A few minutes later Wesley took out his opponent, with a comment that Yarrow found annoyingly endearing.

‘Is everyone okay?’ Yarrow asked, looking around the room at Wesley and his unconscious assailant. Fred was standing next to Gunn and holding him up, sand bag in her right hand. There was no response. ‘Good! Now, let’s go and find the others!’

++

‘Hey, are you alright?’ Yarrow questioned.

In truth Wesley had been thinking about the blurry glimpse of Yarrow he’d seen in the mirror, right after he’d turned away from Fred and Gunn. But there was no way he was telling them that.

‘Oh, it was nothing.’ Wesley lied. He was leaning against the kitchen counter, and fidgeting with his hands. Yarrow thought he looked confused about something, but didn’t want to press. Although they did think that he should have changed out of his formal wear by now, particularly since they were already in their pyjamas.

‘Okay, well at least get something from the fridge while you’re over there; I would kill for some blood.’

‘Just as long as it isn’t me you kill.’ He laughed, opening the fridge and getting a container out. He then got Yarrow’s cup down from the shelf. ‘I think we both need to cool down. Would like a straw?’

Yarrow shook their head and moved over on the couch. Wesley then filled up the cup and sat down next to Yarrow.

‘I know you asked if I was okay, but are you? You’re the one who went through an intense physical change.’

Yarrow flicked their wings at him indignantly. ‘That sounded like you’re describing puberty. Just because I’m not ageing fast doesn’t mean you have to be mean about it.’ Yarrow then paused, considering their next words. ‘But no, it doesn’t hurt anymore, if that's what you want to hear. The arm strain on the other hand, from the magic and holding Connor? It’ll go away, but right now it hurts like a bitch, and sadly I’m too tired for healing magic.’

‘Do you want me to help with that?’ Wesley asked. ‘I think I know a few exercises.’

‘Yeah, why not?’ Yarrow sighed. ‘Not like you can make it any worse.’

‘You’ll have to get up, so that you can move your arms around.’

Yarrow grumbled, but swung their legs and wings out off the couch, after which Wesley followed. He then took a hold of their arms and pulled them up past their wings, slowly rolling their arms in circles. Yarrow’s wings flicked up and down in time with their arms, always being where they needed to be.

‘Is that better?’ Wesley asked, after he’d stopped. ‘You think you’ll be able to sleep tonight?’

‘It is.’ Yarrow replied. ‘Thank you.’

‘Are you going to come with me this time?’ Wesley asked, slipping his glasses off and placing them into his pocket.

‘Only after I finish this.’ Yarrow replied, indicating their mug.

‘Okay, suit yourself!’ He then began to take his clothes off, and Yarrow’s gaze lingered slightly longer on him than it should have. A moment later, as they realised this was occurring, Yarrow placed their hands over their eyes and sighed.

They were so fucked.

Tags: @hyperionshipping @dudefrommywesterns @me-myself-and-my-fos @love-hoarder @lemirerun

[mickgaydolenz]

David Bowie · Song · 2013

[hauntingmiser]

Oh I almost forgot!

This is for you. ♥️

Hehe

[pascals-doll]

candy

ellie williams x reader

🫧 happy valentines day to all my beautiful followers | enjoy this vday special 🩷 am i uploading this ar midnight because a bitch had classes and work yes but its valentines (was technically) IM GGONNA WRITE AN ELLIE FIC 🧘‍♀️

🫧 inspired by the song candy by doja cat | bed of roses PT2

🫧 description: fluffy, cute surprises, reader knows how to know paint a bit, just fluff, cute fluff,ellie sings to you (i took the scene from the game because i cherish it sm) smut, SLUT SMUT💋, power dynamic, dom!ellie, sub!reader, you and ellie live together, reader is PUSSYHUNGRY (mmm im so- i would do anything for that tsunami), reader eats out ellie on stairs (you’re welcome), fingering, praises, no use of y/n, use of petnames like doll, mama, and good girl, very little degradation, hair pulling, clit sucking, face grinding, cum eating, just ellie getting eaten so good! enjoy

She's just like candy, she's so sweet

but you know that it ain't real cherry

know that it ain't real cherry

🫧

it was valetines day today which meant ellie got to spoil you rotten; it is very well- deserved.

you would always be very thoughtful with your gifts.

this valentines day, you sneakily woke up around 1 AM and worked until dawn on customizing a wooden workstation that you got her for her artwork.

you knew you had work in the morning but you would do anything for the woman who’s protected you, provided for you, and pleased you.

you painted the workstation very carefully a dark earth-green. you let each coat of paint dry before beginning to carefully paint details on it.

you were going to paint symbols for each of her favorite memories onto it. you took references from her own beautiful drawings.

one of the details you painted were the beginning of Joel’s; now her guitar, painting even the moth.

one of the guitar strings then ran around the whole work-station, dragging the brush till the end.

you began to draw small moths and different flowers with herbs carefully placing them along the string line.

lastly, finishing it up by drawing a silhouette of the both of your bodies intertwined, then painting an outline of ellie’s knife and joel’s gun side by side on the side of her workbench.

once you were done, you carved both of your initials into the side of the workbench.

you transfered all of her essentials from the small broken down drawers; that could barely hold up to her made with so much love customized workstation.

you made your way back into your shared warm bed, careful not to wake up ellie.

sunrise made its way into the sky, ellie waking up now as you now slept.

ellie noticed you got up in the middle of the night, searching for your warmth but she shrugged it off before knocking into slumber again.

ellie got up very quietly, planting a kiss on your head before heading into her work room to get her guitar.

she walked into her art room, stepping as she scans the room. she immediately stopped in her steps, her eyes falling onto your beautiful workstation.

ellie’s heart pounds outside of her chest, tears wanting to form in her hazel eyes as a rush of emotions take over her.

she walks around the small wooden dark-green station, her handing brushing it softly as she takes in your designs.

she couldnt help but think about although you had work sadly on valetines day, you still did this for her.

this was bigger than the world to ellie.

you were the most perfect girl and if one thing was for certain, ellie would be spending an eternity of valetine’s day with you.

🫧

I can be your sugar when you're fiendin' for that sweet spot

Put me in your mouth, baby, and eat it 'til your teeth rot

I can be your cherry, apple, pecan,

or your key lime

Baby, I got everything and so much more than she's got

you were now currently at work, you hated how you got called in today.

you asked ellie if she was going to be good with you going to work today, in which she responded by pulling down your panties.

lets just say, you had a very pleasant morning before going into work.

while you were away at work, ellie got to work on her surprise because eating your cum for breakfast wasn’t enough.

she went to almost all the floral shops she could, selling them out of their pink and red roses.

ellie covered the entryway with petals, even the staircase that leads upstairs, and leading all the way up into your room.

the living room, she had a fairy lights hung along with pink lit candles on the ground.

ellie had a huge case of flowers waiting for you, wrapped in the arrangement of your inital.

that was only the downstairs, your room was filled with more surprises.

your shared bed was covered in rose petals, a couple small gifts waiting for you while your surprise gift was tucked away by ellie.

ellie finished up any last miniute preparations before you came home from work.

she changed from her pj shirt and boyshorts from this morning to a flannel with a black-tee and some baggy shorts that exposed her Calvin Klein lining.

She's just like candy, she's so sweet

But you know that it ain't real cherry, know that it ain't real cherry

She's just like candy, she's so sweet (She's so sweet)

But you know that it ain't real, know that it ain't real

🫧

you came home a bit exhausted but excited because you picked up a teddy bear that held a heart with the writing “i love u” on it from a street vendor, leaving your job.

once you made it home, beginning to turn the keys to step through your front door.

you open the door to see your beautiful auburn-hair girlfriend.

she was sitting there on your shared loveseat, her beautiful fingers strumming her guitar.

the melodious tone from the strums of her guitar strumming the song your love for each other shares.

she began to sing softly “talking away” your hand cant help but go ovee your mouth as you felt tears begin to form.

the sound of her silky voice singing through your ears, making your heart pound and face hot.

“today’s another day to find you”

you could listen to ellie sing for the rest of your life, tears were already streaming down your face. ellie couldn’t look you in the eyes while she sang because if she did, she wouldn’t be able to finish.

you made her heart go a million miles per minute like a schoolgirl crush.

you made her stomach flutter like she was born with a butterfly nest inside her.

you made her soul shine like the sun after never-ending rain.

ellie finished serenating you, putting her guitar down

she finally looked up at you, clutching a teddy bear with tears streaming down your face.

before ellie could say anything, you ran into her arms; immediately taking you in to her embrace.

this was a feeling words couldn’t express, but only actions.

your heart felt like it was going to pop out of your chest with the clash of ellie’s lips onto yours.

you weren’t alone with ellie barely being able to catch her breath but so desperate for you.

the way your lips moved with such hasty movement but yet still passionately and amorously.

you began to walk towards the staircase, lips not leaving a moment. your eyes slightly opening time to time to make sure you were guiding you and ellie correctly.

“all i wanted-“ you began but were interrupted by her lips again.

“all day was to” ellie pulled away momentarily to let you continue.

“come home to this” you whined out against her lips, your tongue slightly licking over them.

🫧

Sugar coated, lies unfolded, you still lick the wrapper

It's addictive, you know this, but you still lick the wrapper

Sugar coated, lies unfolded, you still lick the wrapper

It's addictive, you know this, but you still lick the wrapper

you were fillied with arousal and need to please as you dropped to your knees…on the staircase. you could careless at this given moment.

your hands ran through her back, feeling each crevess of each toned muscle, then coming back around to her arms.

you gave her strong-toned arms a soft squeeze before having them go up to her chest. you needed to have her.

“doll i got a surprise in the room, lets-” ellie begins but you didn’t care.

“no” you said, looking her in the eyes as you unzip and unbutton her shorts “right here, right now” you whine out, pulling down ellie shorts completely.

ellie would be lying if she said you dying to eat her out on each other’s staircase wasn’t the hottest thing, especially on fucking valentine’s day.

it was you, how could she deny you.

“that desperate, mama?” she teases you as you peck her toned abdomen. you gave her a slight whimper as you nod.

she brings herself down to sit on the stairs, grabbing you by your jaw to pull you in for a kiss.

your lips meet again, your hand traveling down into her boxers immediately feeling seeping slick cunt “you drive me insane” you moan out, your mind was so drunk by her.

she had you high on her scent, taste, look, and touch. anything ellie did could have you on your knees, just like this.

your fingers begin to rub her clit in circular motion causing her breathing to hitch and soft moans of content escape her mouth as your lips travel down to her neck.

you begin to suck on the skin as your fingers massaged her clit, slightly putting pressure here and there causing ellie to let out gentle-yet-loud groan.

ellie’s hips began to rise to meet your hand “my beautiful doll-s’good f’me” she mumbled under her breathy moans.

you were sure you left her a purpletrail from her neck leading into her shoulder before going down a couple more steps.

you waste no time in pulling off her boxers, meeting with her wet pussy “s’pretty els, i love you.” you were just completely dazed by ellie at this point, wanting to please her and have her taste on you for days.

“you gonna drool or eat up, doll?” ellie smirks, she knew the effect she had on you and it made you fiend to please her even more.

your hands go to spread her thighs open a bit more before diving your head in between her legs. you met face to face with her juiced pussy, her slick coating your tongue as you lick a stripe.

“ah fuck, doll!” ellie moans out, her hips slightly bucking against your face as her hand had a grip on your hair.

the way you were on your knees on these steps buried into ellie’s pussy, your tongue collects her juices as you begin to swirl your tongue around her clit sucking softly.

she tasted just like candy, you grab her one of her thighs, hooking it up to balance on your shoulder.

the wider angle made her throw her head back “s’fuck doll! just like that. eat it just like that.” her vile voice praising the way you took the way she slopped her pussy against your tongue.

ellie began to work herself towards her orgasm on your tongue, her hand following the movement of your head.

you ate her out like this was your last meal, not wanting to let a single drop “god fuck-y-you’re insane!” she whined out as you worked you fucked her with yout tongue.

ellies stomach stomach flexes, her toned abdomen becoming more prominent as her breathy moans turn into pants and loud gutteral moans as you took your free hand; licking her asshole all the way up to her clit.

“fuck fuck fuck, doll! s’such a good girl” ellie’s hand swore she could’ve pulled your hair our by now but you could careless, the only thing on your mind was making this woman cum.

she deserved the way you ate her with delight, completely letting her use your face for her orgasm.

your nails dig into her thigh as you feel yourself slowly loosing your breath; but you were not leaving till she had came all over your face.

“s’close god! youre such a fuckin’ slut f’me.” her orgasm finally riding out.

“atta girl, lick it all up again.” she praises, pulling you back up from her pussy to her lips, tasting herself momentarily before her hand finds the back of your head guiding you to the white cum-beed that seaped out of her now fucked-out hole.

you licked her from asshole up, completely picking up her cum onto the tip on tongue causing you moan out as your lips were wrapped around her.

once you pulled away meeting her eyes, her cum covering your lips causing your face to glisten lightly.

“you’re a demon” ellie brings you into her embrace on the stairs.

“its not my fault you’re my favorite candy”

🫧

She's just like candy, she's so sweet

But you know that it ain't real cherry, know that it ain't real cherry

She's just like candy, she's so sweet

a/n > part 2 ??? 😇

[hellsitegenetics]

HELLO OH MY GOD THIS IS MY NEW FAVORITE BLOG I LOVE THIS!!!!!!

IF ITS NOT TOO MUCH TO ASK COULD YOU DO THIS MESSAGE FOR MY BOYFRIEND FOR VALENTINE'S DAY???

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Closest match: Lymantria dispar genome assembly, chromosome: 27 Common name: Spongy moth

[mistreatedangel]

𝐁𝐄 𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐄, Rafe Cameron.

SUMMARY: valentines day sucked, no matter what you did.

WORD COUNT: 0.8k

WARNINGS: none!

[MAIN MASTERLIST]

divider by @s-hyia & @saradika-graphics !

"God do I hate Valentine times." You complained to Sarah, with your head resting on her lap. As she racked her hands through you hair, humming in a agreement. You always spent this Holiday alone, no matter if you had a boyfriend of not. It was always alone.

"It shouldn't be this bad this year. You know you have me right?"

"What about John b?"

"He'll be fine, it's just one day." She teased pinching your checks with a smile on her lips. "I don't wanna take you from him. That would be messed up."

Rolling her eyes, Sarah adjusted you heads pulling you up to look into her eyes. "It's fine I promise you." She reinsured placing a light kiss on your cheeks.

"I mean you could always ask jj." She teased, moving her eyebrows up and down with a suggestive look.

"Lord no!" You gasped jerking out of her hold, with a disgusted look on your face. "Ew no! He's like a brother Sarah."

"Just saying."

"nope, nope, nope!"

A comfortable silence filled the room, as you rested your head back on Sarah's shoulder in her living room. Glancing back at the tv in—front of the both you.

Like a moth to a flame, Rafe was drawn from his room. Making his steps known as he walked down the stairs with purpose, making sure to make ever step count.

"Ugh here he comes." You grumbled picking at your fingernails. Being around him, even in a big room like this made you nervous. Maybe it was the way he carried him self. Like he was the king of the world. Or maybe it was the fact that you’ve been seeing him behind Sarah and everyone's back. Maybe it was that.

"Sarah." He breathlessly acknowledged, turning his full attention to you. nodding his head in your direction before walking to the kitchen. Examining where the pizza resided. Rolling his neck, before reaching up into the nearby cabinets, grabbing a plate.

"or him. . . no judging if you do. you know I want you to be happy." She shared. Eyeing her brother down, with a look of almost amusement and disgust.

Shaking you head. "Nah he doesn't seem like the type to actually have a valentines in general, nor a girlfriend."

"Never know till you try. Give me a minute, i gotta use the bathroom." She told you, patting your shoulders as she moved to move from the couch. Eyeing her brother down as she walked past him. Not before turning her head in your direction, giving you the same look she just briefly gave her own older brother. Closing the now open pizza box, Rafe left on display.

"So. . . what are you doing for valentines times?" You questioned him. Moving from your once comfortable spot on the couch, that now felt like a gilded cage, on full display for Rafe. From his position, looking over into the living room.

Readjusting to stand nearby, the open island. Leaning across it. To truly take in every detail, for the one and only Rafe Cameron.

"Uhm. . . why do you ask? You want something?" He asked snarky, raising an eyebrow at you, testing the waters. he wanted to know what was going on in your little brain of yours. “Cause what are you doing?”

"I asked you first."

"But I asked you second. So answer." He challenged, staring down into your eyes, with a shit eating grin on his face. That seemed to never leave.

"C'mon Rafe. What are you doing for real?"

"Nothing."

"You sure, cause i could have swear i heard Sofia say you were planning on taking her own the yacht." You accused him, arms crossed. Staring up at the older male, with a frown on your face.

"Why would I do that, when you’re here? Explain that to me." Clocking his eyebrow up with confusion.

"I don't know Rafe. You tell me. Cause last time I heard she was the one you’ve been seeing for the past few weeks?”

"It was a laps of judgment on my behalf, I’m not going to lie. But I told you this, when you asked last week."

"Whatever you tell yourself." You mumbled not trying to hear lies, you believed to be true.

"I'm being truthful for once in my life." He told you, rolling his eyes. Making his way around that counter that was blocking you from him. Shaking your head in denial. No he was a known liar to get what he wanted.

"I promises you, I'm telling the truth." He pleaded with you. Reaching out to grab your arms. He need you within reach before you pulled away more.

"Please don't lie to me Rafe. Please."

"I promise. No matter what you hear it will always be you."

"Even if she made you chose?"

"Even then." He told you truthful, with a small smile on his lips, glancing down at your lips.

"Then have me." You breathless mumbled glancing at his lips, biting your bottom lip.

You didn't have to tell him twice before she crashed him lips with yours, gripping tighter into your hips pulling you up for a more comfortable position. Devouring you lips, grunting into your mouth. Drawing a moan from yours lips, as you fought for dominance. Which you were sadly not winning. He could stay here for the rest of him life. But not only was Sarah's a few doors down, you both were in the middle of the living room.

Breaking away from you, with blown out eyes. Seemly glossed over, trying to caught you breath. Peering down at you with love filled eyes.

"Will you be mine?"

"Do you even have to ask."

[literaryvein-reblogs]

Writing Prompt: More Last Lines

Choose one of the last lines of these literary works, and either create a new story/poem or continue writing the story...

“I lingered round them, under that benign sky; watched the moths fluttering among the heath, and hare-bells; listened to the soft wind breathing through the grass; and wondered how any one could ever imagine unquiet slumbers for the sleepers in that quiet earth.” —Emily Brontë, Wuthering Heights (1847)

“For the first time they had done something out of Love.” —Patrick Süskind, Perfume: The Story of a Murderer (1985)

“Oh, my girls, however long you may live, I never can wish you a greater happiness than this.” —Louisa May Alcott, Little Women (1868)

“‘Darling,’ replied Valentine, ‘has not the count just told us that all human wisdom is summed up in two words?—‘Wait and hope.'” —Alexandre Dumas, The Count of Monte Cristo (1846)

“Later on he will understand how some men so loved her, that they did dare much for her sake.” —Bram Stoker, Dracula (1897)

“And now that you don’t have to be perfect, you can be good.” —John Steinbeck, East of Eden (1952)

“I just waited a bit, then turned back to the car, to drive off to wherever it was I was supposed to be.” —Kazuo Ishiguro, Never Let Me Go (2005)

“The strains of the piano and violin rose up weakly from below.” —Milan Kundera, The Unbearable Lightness of Being (1984)

“For all to be accomplished, for me to feel less lonely, all that remained to hope was that on the day of my execution there should be a huge crowd of spectators and that they should greet me with howls of execration.” —Albert Camus, The Stranger (1942)

“The knife came down, missing him by inches, and he took off.” —Joseph Heller, Catch-22 (1961)

If this writing prompt inspires you in any way, please tag me, or leave a link in the replies. I would love to read your work!

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