#hu ! 💘

[starshideurfics]

Thirsty Thursday - Be Mine?

steddie, omegaverse, power dynamics, minor feminization, mdni🔞

Eddie knows better. He knows better than to act like a knothead, to say something as stupid as, “You know I’ve got that pussy on lock,” when Wheeler asks about his Valentine’s plans with Steve. And maybe it was just posturing when talking to his boyfriend’s ex (especially when he knows Nancy’s is the biggest knot Steve’s ever had), but he knows better.

And it isn’t like he doesn’t have plans! He’s taking Steve out to that fancy fondue restaurant. He’s sending flowers to him at work. There’s a velvet box burning a hole in the back of Eddie’s underwear drawer!

But Eddie knows better, and he still said that to Nance. Steve may not have heard, but Robin did.

Eddie’s an idiot.

💘💘💘

Steve thanks him for the flowers when he gets home from work, putting the vase on their little dinner table, and kissing Eddie quick on his way to change for their date. He giggles when he manages a cheese pull that’s gotta be at least three feet long; giggles more when he gets chocolate on Eddie’s nose.

He cries happy tears when Eddie pulls out the ring box, whispers, “Yes!” over and over when Eddie says:

“I told myself I wouldn’t do this unless I could commit to forever, and right now, Stevie, forever doesn’t feel close to long enough. So, what do you say? Be mine for always?”

When Steve is composed enough to say anything else, he adds, “Just so you know, I think I’ve been at forever since our first date.”

Eddie can’t help it; he cries like a baby at that.

💘💘💘

Steve practically has his hand down Eddie’s pants on the way home. They struggle to even get out of the car with how desperate they both are, but eventually they make it to their bedroom. Eddie’s only goal is to get out of his pants before he’s fully hard, while Steve slowly strips down to his underwear.

Robin told him.

And she used her embroidery machine.

He doesn’t fully understand the “sweet” and “sour” over Steve’s tits, but the panties say more than enough: “My pussy, my rules.”

Eddie bites his lip and whines. “I was stupid, baby, I’m sorry!”

Steve smiles, eyes dragging down from Eddie’s still-clothed chest, over his naked cock and bate legs, down to his pants bunched around his ankles. “I know you are, Eds. I know. But you’ve gotta apologize better than that.” Steve grinds against his fingers for a moment, just long enough to get the scent of his slick on them. “You’ve gotta say sorry to her.” He nods down towards his crotch. “Show her what a good, thoughtful, attentive alpha you can be.”

Dropping to his knees, Eddie nods emphatically and waits.

Steve carefully pulls down his panties, and sits on the end of the bed, spreading his legs to show off his glistening pussy.

Drool escapes from the corner of Eddie’s mouth, but he waits until Steve beckons him over. The carpet burns against hus knees as he hurries to his fiancé, but again he waits.

Waits for Steve to guide his face down to his core. Once he’s there, Eddie licks and sucks and kisses every place he can reach, thrusts his tongue up inside to stroke Steve’s inner walls, ignoring the thrumming pulse of his blood through his own cock. He’s happy to do his penance. For as long as Steve requires.

Eddie ends up on his back, Steve riding his face to his third orgasm of the night. When Steve swings his leg over to move off him, lies down beside him, he glances down at Eddie’s angry, purple cockhead with a sleepy grin. “You can come now,” he offers magnanimously, giggling when Eddie immediately shoots off, hips thrusting into the air. “But that’s the last time you come outside my pussy until I’m pregnant. If you’re giving me forever, I’m ready for a baby.”

[arknights-imagines]

i hope u don’t mind another req for the event !! i can’t resist putting cute bows on everything haha😭🙏

i’d like to tie a ribbon in ulpianus’ hair, if possible !! 🫡🫡

- ⛰️

⛰️ anon sbshhs hiya!! 🥹🫶 Welcome back and tysm for your ask, and for participating in the Pink Ribbon event!💕 I hope you've been well and safe!

OFC you can tie a ribbon in Ulpianus' hair 🥹🤲🎀 I'm not sure if you saw the little fish battle over who got the ribbon first but sgshshs... He came second so here he is now!! (I think Chongyue is next soon!! Which I know you sent a ribbon for him before this request for Ully 🫶!)

Ribbons in the hair of the robust more stern Operators is comedy to me... Absjshs 😭

This is my first time writing for him and sbsjshs, I'll admit it was a challenge aaa! 🥹😭 He's a tougher character for me in terms of romance... But I tried my v v best as always!! 🤲💕 So I sincerely hope I've done the whale man justice 🥹🙏

⛰️ anon and everyone else, please enjoy!! 💘

Ulpianus' Hair!

A pink ribbon, dainty and sweet; now where, dear anon, shall it become a bow?

[a total of 11 ribbons have been made a bow!]

A dainty ribbon - colour not unlike the sun-kissed coral he’s seen in shallow waters and softness he has nothing else to compare to but your skin - ties around a lock of Ulpianus’ hair where the shorter pieces curtain either side of his face, pink bow comically stark against his palette of white, red, and black.

“It seems wrong to even describe this as a gift.” His words leave punctuated with a huff, the eyebrow his scar cuts across lifting as if regarding a pest - and yet, the edges of crimson eyes are softened as they watch you fix the ribbon into his hair, “This is an opportunity. You are creating an opportunity to use me for your oddities and entertainment again, hindrance. Precisely as you did when you summoned me, and when you situated yourself into my lap.” His gloved hand lifts from where his arm was wrapped around your waist, gesturing to where you’ve decided his lap is your seat before flicking one lock of your hair, “There seems to be some sort of pattern.”

When you pout and question if you should take the ribbon back, the Abyssal Hunter’s gaze narrows and his voice is more of a grunt than words, “Wrong question.” You ask if he doesn’t like it, but this only earns you another gruff sound, “No, not a matter of distaste. Still imprecise.” Your eyebrows furrow for a few thoughtful moments, and the softness returns to his eyes as he watches you rack your brain for how to extract his true thoughts from him; crimson irises seem more cherry-hued while rapt pupils follow the curve of your cheek, over the slope of your shoulders, down the lines of your torso.

Your mouth opens for another attempt, however Ulpianus’ free hand is tilting your face up before you can speak, “Don’t ask pointless questions, hindrance. I can assure you that if this ribbon was not worth my attention, I would have been off the moment I saw it in your hand.” His fingers slide over your jawline as they leave, shifting up to loop a fingertip into one of the bow’s wings, tugging gently, “Its scent…mild, sweet, unlike something from the depths of the sea. It matches yours. Is that not reason enough for me to hold onto it?”

Your facial features brighten in response - a shining smile and eyes illuminating like sun rays across the waters surface -, and though Ulpianus huffs at this, his arm bands tighter around your waist, “I value you, every extension, piece, and part, more than I’ve told. Of course, or else you would not be here. You should know that.” Abyssal Hunter’s head tilts, tails of the ribbon shifting with his hair; crimson eyes snap to fix onto the tails as they dangle over his brow, brushing his scar, “And, I am not entirely new to the land, hindrance. What you have done with this ribbon, your etiquette would no doubt call this ‘affection’. Has this sufficiently satisfied your desire?”

His larger hand gathers yours up, swiftly, certain, - gentle. Somehow, Ulpianus’ lips are soft and warm through the thin material of his mask as he presses them to the inside of your wrist, before guiding your hand to the pink bow in his hair with a tug, “However, if me singing is the result that you seek…” A ‘hmph’ against your pulse point that stirs the tails of the ribbon, a second kiss to tailend his words, “You must approach the problem from a different angle, ever-tenacious hindrance.”

NOW PLAYING: Let The Light In - Lana Del Rey: 'Cause I love, to love, to love, to love you / I hate to hate, to hate, to hate you

[sea-lanterns]

I saw this and i just had to ask you, who would be the boots women and who would be the sock girl in this 👉👈

Very interesting prompt. Hmmmm…let’s see if I can make an accurate list for both 💘

Women in the boots position, with you in the socks position: Jean, Eula, Rosaria, Beidou, Keqing, Shenhe, Yelan, Yanfei, Shinobu, Sara, Ei, Yoimiya, Candace, Dehya, Clorinde, Arlecchino, Signora, Skirk

Women in the socks position, with you in the boots position: Lisa, Amber, Mona, Sucrose, Ningguang, Ganyu, Hu Tao, Yun Jin, Ayaka, Kokomi, Miko, Chiori, Nilou, Layla, Faruzan, Lynette, Navia, Furina, Chevreuse, Columbina, Sandrone

P.S: This has nothing to do with height. You could be standing on the toes of someone shorter than you, and you can be lifting the toes of someone taller than you 💕

[maladyinpink]

Reblogging because... EXACTLY 🤗

Messy dad sneezes coming out of an adorable little kitten sneeze face

[naam-pe-mat-jana]

Sayonee ke lafz se main Abshaar sa beh raha hoon

Hasrat e deedar ke chalte hi muntazir hua baitha hu .....💘

[fatuismooches]

Hello!!

Idea from 🥀 anon about Pantalone having nightmares is such a yes. I think some of harbingers are prone ot nightmares. They try not to disturb you when this happens, but you wake up anyway and a lot of comfort awaits

Such as Pierro. You can't convince me he doesn't get nightmares about his homeland's downfall. Everyone and everything, lost in a mere second. It took him so long to open his soul for you.. So he's scared he'll lose you as well

Or Signora. She already lost one lover, of course he's scared of losing another. Including situation, where he loses control of her pyro magic and hurts you :(

Scaramouche, as much he doesn't want to admit it, is scared you'll leave him. That you'll be the next person to betray him.

Dottore can be among them too, if we're taking about fragile!reader. He'll never ever admit this, but he occasionally wakes up (when he actually sleeps, because this happens once in a blue moon) in cold sweat, dreaming about you dying and immediately checks your vitals. If reader is in coma, he sleeps even less, looking for ways to save you, but when exhaustion finally gets to him - Dottore dreams about you never waking up, your body slowly withering and how with each passing second the chance of saving you slowly drops to zero

But of course you're always here to reassure and calm down your lover♥️

-👾

(I'm not sure when this one will get answered, but anyway - good luck to all Neuvillette and Hu Tao wanters!! May you win all of your 50/50s!!💘)

Real, i think all of the Harbingers have nightmares to some extent!! Just some more than others 💔 Pierro is a yes. Besides the amount of work he has to do, another reason why he skips out on sleep is because of the nightmares. He sees no point in trying to sleep since he'll always end up waking up soon from the nightmares anyway. Rarely does he get restful sleep, but it's a bit better when you're in his arms. Yes, a bit better, though he's still prone to them. Pierro still thinks back to the peaceful days in Khaenri'ah, before everything was lost, his beloved homeland, his people, his memories. He still hasn't gotten over it, and now there's the added worry of something happening to you as well... it's a lot for him to deal with but he never shows you and only becomes vulnerable in the middle of the night when you finally catch him sneaking out of bed. Pierro probably won't be verbal about it but you can still guess what he dreamt about... Of course, the best thing you can do is hold him and whisper how you're here, how you'll always be here, you love him and you know that he won't let anything happen to you anyway.

Signora's confident nature never seems to reveal any weakness. She always holds herself to the highest standards and refuses to show any vulnerability. So while she doesn't frequently have nightmares, when they do come around, they hit hard and really make her sit and think. It's been a long time since Rostam's death, and she's mostly moved on... but that only leaves Rosalyne with another issue. Losing you. The nightmares have never been this bad until she got together with you. She's made an oath to protect you, to keep you away from harm unlike her previous lover, but what if she can't? Even worse, what if she ends up being your demise? She couldn't bear that. When you happen to wake up during the night after her nightmare, she gently chides you to go back to sleep. Of course, you comfort her in this rare vulnerable moment and whisper sweet nothings and reassuring words in her ear. The next day, she acts like nothing happened but she greatly appreciates your love.

It's quite laughable to think that a puppet could dream. Every time Scaramouche has a dream, he wakes up in tears and then grits his teeth as he digs his nails into his skin, a mixture of sobs and mad laughter. His dreams always start off happy. Peaceful. A reminder of good times. But they always end horribly. They always end with reality. Reality was pain. Suffering. Betrayal, from everyone he's ever cared about. His mother and his friends. And now you have been added to that collection. Betraying him, leaving him all alone in the end. The possibility can't seem to leave him alone. Though, it's not too big of a problem since he is a puppet. Puppets don't need sleep. But sometimes he falls asleep accidentally without realizing it, or when you usher him to bed with you, pleading and begging to the point where he can't refuse. It's really jarring to see him cry because you know how he usually is, but overtime you get used to it because you know how hurt he was in the past. In the beginning, he'll snap at you to leave him alone but some persistence will allow him to soften and cling to you as you hold him and stroke him gently until he falls asleep again.

Despite his sins, the only nightmares Dottore has ever had were either about his childhood or you, mostly the latter recently with your current state. He's modified his body to the point where he doesn't need as much sleep as the average person, but he still does need some, much to his dismay. As much as he tries to fight it, he does end up crashing for a bit. Sometimes it goes fine. Sometimes it does not. He dreams that you will never wake up. Another century will go by, and another, and another, and nothing ever happens. He continues to change, and change, yet you remain stagnant. No matter how hard he tries, nothing works. You disappear. And he never speaks to you again, never hears your smile or laugh, never feels your touch, never again. These dreams, they are so irrational he thinks. They are nothing more than a figment of his imagination. They aren't real, and reality is the basis of everything. So there's no reason why he should be so worked up over a dream, he thinks as his body is already moving to where you lie. He places your cold, unmoving hand on his cheek, only wishing you were actually here to comfort him like during the Akademiya days.

[janumun]

no clear thoughts in this brain anymore except Alpha Zhongli in his rut for the first time after meeting his Omega, you, isolating himself lest he scares you, however, you find himself knocking at his door, late at night, greeted by a voice and octave lower than usual, dripping with thirst and the pain of losing the very last shred of self-control thrown out the window as you sit down next to him, putting your hand on his cheek in a worried gesture, only to feel the tip of his now prominent fangs against the tender skin of your wrist 🤭

MARIIIIII, WHAT HAVE YOU DONE 😵‍💫😵‍💫🤣💘 Don’t tempt me with getting back at you with thoughts of Omega Childe 🤣❗️

Content Warning for being suggestive/NSFW

Continuing from our line of thought in our last conversation, with a Zhongli and Reader who share feelings but have yet to confess to each other/the slow burn of it all, until it is no longer slow

Just imagining a reluctant Zhongli letting her in when he catches the worry radiating off of his omega her; the sour scorch of anxiety in the pheromones he scents off of the air around her.

His heart shudders at the mere thought of having been the cause of her worries, basal instincts immediately surrendering to her will, desperate to relieve that knit in between his beloved’s brow.

Ushering her in to allow her a seat within his guest quarters, instead of his personal office space like he usually does. The latter housing much more of her... vivid traces from when she often pays him visits on behalf of Hu Tao.

Zhongli does not think he could control himself were he to take her to that room, watch her sit herself from across him, at his desk. Fixating a look of worry for him, smelling like that.

Zhongli’s next breath gutters out of his throat, as if to shred apart the very graphic, obscene image that bursts across his lids; how he’d rather have that beautiful body unfurled across his desk, smooth that frown into pleasure with the slow press of fingers she’d graciously allow him to ease in between her legs—

The next sound that breaks from him is carnal, unhinged; he smothers it against an obsidian palm — unravelings of his power, bleeding onto his appearance, with the vulnerability that comes with his rut — before his control can shatter entirely.

“Zhongli?” Wrenching himself out of stupor to catch the question in her gaze, the way her eyes flitter momentarily across the seized tightness of his jaw, the jagged edge of his fangs clenched in a white, bared snarl; he realizes belated, the threat he must present to her gaze, wild and unfettered.

He needs his mind off of her body — now — before it is her clothes he cleaves off of her instead. The only shred — sliver — of sanity keeping him together: his several millennia lived, the iron will of control he’s had himself subjected to, century after century — nothing, no lover, before, however, has tested his patience as she does.

And...

Zhongli frowns, pressing himself back into the seat farthest, from across her, dark fingers curling irons across the arms of the chair, holding himself imprisoned.

And the fact that they have yet to be bonded, leashes him most.

A most inopportune time for her to have turned up at his doorstep when his rut is close at hand, and that too for personal business, but Zhongli knows he must remain civilized; the gentle man she knows him as, he wishes to remain untainted within her gaze, at the very least—

And so he asks her about her day, in an effort to turn her mind — and his — off his current “ill-health”, he assures her is no cause for worry. A decision that turns itself into swift, vicious vengeance upon Zhongli instead.

“I spent my morning with Scara— ahem, Wanderer. He wished to repay me for my earlier help with a neutralising antidote, I mentioned it once to you before, Zhongli.”

Whetted fingernails carve just that bit more deep into the wood beneath his arms.

That son of Beelzebub, the one who looks at her with the eyes of a man; a gaze that dares want for what he desires. How dare a mere doll ingress upon an Archon’s claim—

“...With him alone? Did that bard... Venti not promise to accompany you on your commissions today?”

She seems mildly perplexed at the line of questioning. Zhongli, however, is in no state to help himself.

“Venti had a task come up he had to attend to with Mari.” She answers, at last.

And then Zhongli spots it: a scent, a claim. An oddity not her own; he failed to notice earlier by fault of his lust fogged mind.

The teal, dangling earring — not hers — she skips delicate fingers, along her earlobe, as if it is a precious commodity.

And he begs, in silence, for her to not speak what he does not wish to hear in that moment. Sickening, as the scent across that jewelry on his omega her body tinkers at the cage of a large, gilded beast deep within him.

She does not spare Zhongli that mercy.

“He gifted me this earring, as a token of our friendship, although he wasn’t very forthcoming with his feelings, as usual.” She smiles. “It is a beautiful thing, isn’t it? Wanderer requested, well, more like, ordered me to keep it on at all times, that silly man.”

Zhongli feels that exact moment of time his fingers jam at, in poor imitation of reigning in a long fled control — and fail — splintering through the arms of his chair.

[tothemoonandbacklove]

Hiee jii!! Ek pyaare se phool ke liye kuch phool jii!! Ik yeh tumhare jitne pretty nahi but kyaa kar he sakti hu tumhare jitna khubsurat phool kaha milee?!?

Ik u deserve the best of best but pretty please inse adjust kar lenaa !!! Meraa bus chalta toh puraa garden tumhare naam karwa deti

💕💕💕 sending bohot saraaa pyaar for myyy pyaara cutu gulab jamun :)))

HAYEEEE DIDI THIS MADE MY DAY 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗

ap itne pyaare kyu ho didi main mar jaungi 😭😭😭😭😭

thank you thank you thank you didi🫂💗😭

ye lo didi apke liye dher saara pyaar

❤🧡💛💚💙💜🖤🤍🤎❤‍🔥❤‍🩹❣️💕💞💓💗💖💘💝💟❤🧡💛💚💙💜🖤🤍🤎❤‍🔥❤‍🩹❣️💕💞💓💗💖💘💝💟❤🧡💛💚💙💜🖤🤍🤎❤‍🔥❤‍🩹❣️💕💞💓💗💖💘💝💟

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[djpachipikachu]

I like you! Have a cupcake! 🧁🧁🧁 (The other two are for Usagi and Leo)

Just kidding HAVE A MOUNTAIN OF HEARTS 💗💕💓💞🩷💘💝💖❤️🧡💛🩵💙💜🤎🖤🩶🤍🩷❤️‍🩹❣️♥️💐🥞

ACK !ACKV!ACVJLRJKrg!hu!!avk!!!!!!!!!! <- getting buried

thank u teehee what a delightful gift ! leo and usagi can have those cupcakes too i guess..........in spirit ......bc i dont feel like drawing them rn lmao

[arknights-imagines]

Hello again Exe!!!!! I hope you're having a good day today :00!!!

May I request a ribbon around Jaye's ears? Please and thank you as always!!! ^u^

- 🦥

🦥 anon absjshs!! I hope you've been well aaa! It's v v nice to see you again, tysm for dropping by my inbox and participating in the Pink Ribbon event! 🫶💕

OFC you can tie a ribbon onto one of Jaye's ears 🥹🤲🎀 Perfect place for one!! And he won the last poll so sbsjshs here he is getting ribboned! 🎉

It's been awhile since I wrote for him, so I hope I did him justice here 🙏 This was a refreshing write after the more challenging Operators receiving ribbons lately lolsjsk 😭🫶

🦥 anon and everyone else, please enjoy! 💘 (back at these ribbons amsksnjss!!)

Jaye's Ear!

A pink ribbon, dainty and sweet; now where, dear 🦥 anon, shall it become a bow?

[a total of 13 ribbons have been made a bow!]

A dainty ribbon - colour akin to a fresh cut of salmon sashimi and soft like sticky rice straight from the cooker - secures at the base of one of Jaye’s furred Ursus ears, the wings just managing to peek out and the tails caught between tufts of steel-hued hair.

“Mmhh….” Jaye’s ear twitches in response to each of your fiddles and fusses on the pink ribbon, gaze finding your face when you pull away; pale irises, always narrowed in that manner that sends people hurrying out of his path, expand over the whites of his eyes once they fix on you, “So… this supposed to get more customers to stop at the stand, sweets?”

One scarred-littered hand raises to tug gently at one of the bow’s wings, while the other wraps settles on your waist to pull you closer. His seated position allows the perfect height to rest his head upon your chest, bow-decorated ear twitching against your jawline now as his head tilts upward enough to send a lifted brow at you, “I don’t know if a ribbon and fish are anything alike…” The Ursus’ shrugs one shoulder, tugging your wrist until your arm drapes over it, “Or, well, is this supposed to make me less…villain looking? I guess it’s a good start, but…”

When you snort and elaborate on the bow’s purpose, another low hum vibrates against your collarbones where he’s nuzzled himself, “Hm?” His eyes cast off to the side, lips pursed thoughtfully, “Oh. It’s a gift? A just-because thing to show people you… love me…?” The Ursus’ gaze flicks upward to meet yours again, only to avert when he finds himself unable to maintain eye contact. His ears flatten slightly before both his arms band around your waist, his face burying further into your chest. He’s pressed himself so closely against your sternum, that his voice is muffled once he speaks again, “Yeah, okay, sweets…that sort of thing sounds about right for you. Making me feel all…nice inside.” An insistent heat warms your skin where his cheek is pressed.

Jaye’s head lifts after a few moments, eyes rounded at the edges as they meet yours finally. Many would argue that this softness on his facial features must be an illusion, that his frightening face was incapable of such, and yet you were always witness to its proof. One of his hands scratches behind the ear adorned by the pink ribbon while he mumbles, “Thanks, sweets. But…I’m no good at presents. How am I supposed to…” A furrow knits between his eyebrows, bandaged fingers drum where his hand still rests on your side as his brain racks through his mental list of notes - every and anything that’s ever brightened your face with a smile, your eyes with a twinkle - for a suitable way to return your affections. There is not one piece of your happiness he has not tucked away in his memory for later, after all.

For a few moments, his Ursus ear perk up and he grunts a small huff, “…I'll take the direct approach.”

Swift; he moves swiftly, the exact speed that possesses his motions when his blade is in his hand during Operations, “C’mere…” His arms tug you closer, he rises to his full height, his head dips, - and his lips press to yours. The pink ribbon tied around his ear stirs from all the movement.

Jaye pulls away with a low hum, lidded eyes fixing onto yours then to your cheeks where a rosy hue has flushed, “Mmh…” The corner of his lips upturns slightly, however the twitch of his bow-adorned ear gives his amusement away, “Need another one, sweets?”

NOW PLAYING: Let The Light In - Lana Del Rey: 'Cause I love, to love, to love, to love you / I hate to hate, to hate, to hate you

[sea-lanterns]

It’s been a while since the last Empress AU meme. So here is one I made with Courtesan Furina and Hu Tao:

Just two short queens trying to help each other out! 💘

[lingy910y]

Self Rec Saturday Sunday

what a lovely idea!! tysm @juliakayyy, @mmmichyyy, @doshiart, @heymrspatel, and @creepkinginc for tagging me, y’all are so talented 💘

i’m proud of this one for gallacrafts! i spent a lot of time on it and the idea makes me all warm inside 🥰

and for WIP Wednesday Sunday!

my most recent wip is my gge fic so…have an out of context scene from a fic that idk when i’ll ever finish

She slams her bowl on the table. “Fuck you, Mick. You don’t get to speak for other people just because you’re grieving.”

Mickey’s chest feels suffocating. He doesn’t realize he’s been crying until something cold and wet reaches his mouth.

Mandy’s eyes soften. “Mickey.”

“You don’t fuckin’ know him. He was special to you too.”

She nods and dashes to embrace Mickey. He clings onto her tank top like an anchor, and they slowly drift ashore as they drop to the ground.

He inhales her sister’s cheap perfume in what seems like years. “I don’t know how to do this, but I don’t know any other option,” he murmurs.

tagging @vintagelacerosette, @lupeloto, @sgtmickeyslaughter, @michellemisfit & @depressedstressedlemonzest if you wanna

[baiju-bawara]

In the West they say:

I'll surrender my world to you if that is the only way I could become a part of yours.

But in our Desi Culture we say:

Akhiyaan mein bas gail tohri suratiya... Bhaave naahi auro kohno batiyaa... 👀💘

Tohre nisha mein dubal jata hamar matiya... Samjho na dil ke daradiya... 🍷😶‍🌫️

Kaisee tohke samjhayi, dinwa e kaisee bitayi... Bana labu tohke hamri dulhaniya ho...

Kaba hu na haath chhute hamri sajani se... Saath rahe bu tohre harr janamwa ho... 💞 👰🏻‍♀️

bhojpuri rizzzz

[oya-oya-okay]

im making tamales rn and i was prepping the hojas (corn husks) and accidentally called them oyas 😭😭😭 (theyre pronounced 'oh-hus') and my mom looked at me confused 💀💀💀

AHAHWHHAHWHWHWOH MY GODDD XDDD💗💖💗💗💘💕💘💕💘💕

ITS SOO FUNNY🤭🤭🤭🤭🤭🤭 Oya affects real life lol. Be careful!!🙃💖💗💖

[sangheilihoes]

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+ HEARTS & HAZARDS 💗

weak hero university au

WELCOME TO HWAYANG UNIVERSITY

a place where crushes, chaos, and late-night regrets collide. behind every test score, fist fight, or quiet glance... something's brewing.

maybe it's love.

maybe it's danger.

maybe it's both.

+ WHAT IS THIS? 💗

this is a story game where you shape the plot.

HERE'S HOW IT WORKS

📖 I'll post each chapter like a regular fic.

🗳️ at the end, you'll vote in a poll that decides what happens next.

💘 your choices affect the heart meters of the love interests.

🛑 once a decision is made, it's permanent - no replays, no restarts

+ LOVE INTERESTS 💗

meet the boys of hwayang university

🖊️ Yeon Si-Eun

🛵 Ahn Suho

🚬 Geum Seong Je

🏀 Park Hu Min

🥋 Go Hyun-Tak

each boy has a heart meter (💗) that shows how much they like (or trust) you. they start with 0.

you'll see their heart levels update at the end of every chapter.

think of it like a romance game... where the audience holds the controller.

+ POLL POWER 💗

your vote is the game.

every time you vote, you directly shape the main character's fate, relationships, and endings.

so scream in the comments!! let's see whose heart reaches 100 first.

+ TAGLIST 💗

to join the taglist, just drop '💘' in comments.

+ YOUR FIRST CHOICE 💗

GO TO THE GAME MENU