#mio wallpapers

[prplocks]

✧❁ wallpaper 〴 mio chibana ˗ˏˋ ´ˎ˗

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[asolivera]

Mio Honda - Wallpaper

Visit my twitter for more wallpapers: @asolivera

[wisdomismyloweststattm]

Made a Mio wallpaper. Will probs make the other Xenoblade 3 character maybe even 2 and 1

[treatroses]

I made this for my phone but figured others might like it. It's mostly based around Equestriaism, I made it to be a tribute I take with me of the princesses as protection at least until I get a sun ring*, since I have a moon ring somewhere that I lost and would need to get a ring for the sun.

*I'm more a ring person than necklace and Amazon's sun moon combination necklaces don't look good to me.

Ofc anyone can use it, despite being for an equestriaist. It doesn't have a clear religion sign(either way I know very little people know of Equestriaism anyway) so it's free for anypony to use.

Tag/@ section: @equestriaism

[madamadragon]

Cheng Yi for iQIYI Scream Night 💚

(Cheng Yi sei il mio malessere)

[jid-milo]

I recently got a Samsung Tab and made within CSP in it a custom Xenoblade3 wallpaper.

⬇️Clean version for download below⬇️

[angelic-petty]

[kawaii-night666]

Mio Fuyutsuki

[silly-l1ttle-guy]

hhhhshshss... fugio headcanons

i'm posting so much today holy shit

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fugo and giorno like to go on cute dates to butterfly gardens and all that

either butterfly gardens or just having picnics next to ponds or lakes

Giorno likes growing flowers and other plants in his garden and Fugo likes to watch him do gardening

Fugo has his own little section in the garden too btw

he isn't very good at gardening tho so Giorno has to help out

They share a bedroom together and have a heap of plants in the room

it's every aesthetic Instagram girl's dream room

ladybug and flower wallpaper. I stand by this.

vines and hanging flowers all around the place

it's a really cute room overall

Fugo likes cacti the most

mostly bc it's easy to take care of

Giorno is a proud plant dad

do you wanna hear what pet names I think they give each other???

PLEASE I'LL DO ANYTHING

*points a gun to your head* do you want to hear the pet names i think they give each other?

that's what I thought.

Fugo likes to give him fairly simple, but cute pet names (google translate warning):

Amore mio

goldilocks (mostly as a tease)

sunshine

golden boy

dear

carino

pretty boy (he's not wrong)

flower boy

Giogio

Giorno is a sucker for romance:

lover boy

strawberry

darling

cutie pie (he loves being cringe on purpose)

love

baby

babe

sweetheart

Panna

they're so cute, i'm a genius (i'm as dumb as narancia)

GER also likes to randomly appear behind Fugo and just stare at him until he notices

"...." "how the fuck do I make a- HOLY SHIT-!" "... can you let purple haze out please?"

also Giogio and Fugo have a little strawberry farm together

Mista keeps trying to eat them when they're not looking (also he's just there btw)

they have a lot of pets, most of them being insects

Fugo isn't a big fan of cuddling (unless he's in a really good mood), so most of the time they sleep back to back

y'know that picture of the bucci gang giorno gave fugo at the end of phf? they have that framed and hung on the wall

purple haze likes to be around GER

stands being in love is one of my favourite things

if Fugo is in the mood to cuddle, his favourite way to cuddle is spooning

he likes being the big spoon, because the thought of someone hugging from behind makes him uncomfortable

(also because giorno's hair smells really good but we don't talk about that)

i wish gay people were real

[cositapreciosa]

I’ve just rewatched narcos Mexico I love Mayo so much😭 Can I request something about him comforting his wife about the drama going on with tj like maybe this is just after he’s picked a side and she’s scared and worry about what will happen to him. I don’t know I’m just interested in mayo comfort vibe cause feel like I haven’t seen that on here!. Thank you! Hope your good🫶🏼

Burning bridges

Ismael 'El Mayo' Zambada x gn!reader, 2121 words

a single use of Y/N, drinking alcohol, wanting to kill someone, the usual for the show

a/n : Hope you're good too!! Sorry it took so long, but it's finally here !! He is so husband material look at him <3

As always it's the fictional, not the real deal, enjoy xx

You have been waiting for hours. Pacing back and forth in the living room, running to the window every time you would see headlights coming in from the street, licking the wallpaper and out the way just as fast. It is still not him, not his car, not even his men coming to tell you that he would be late. Ismael was supposed to be here on time, as usual, as he does most nights, but tonight he isn’t and you can’t help this feeling of helplessness from taking over your mind. His dinner is getting cold on the dinner table, fork and knife perfectly placed around the ceramic plate, you even made sure to pour some wine into his cup.

You know he works hard to keep the business afloat, to give you this roof and this food to put on the table. You also know what the business is, even though he doesn’t like to tell you all about it. There are nights when he does, confiding in you when he needs your opinions. It is usually when you are sitting outside, enjoying the backward after a long day, he would light himself a cigar and offer you a glass of that expensive wine that you like. I want to know what you think about this, he always says, adding something about how it impacts you too, in a way.

You know that the police caught Miguel Angel, that his plazas aren’t holding up after his trial. You also know that your husband is thinking about joining forces for once and going around the Arellano’s back. You are pacing the kitchen, pouring some more wine into a glass. It is bitter when it goes down your throat, a reminder that this is not a normal night, that he would have at least called you if he planned on coming back late. Maybe you should wrap up his plate and put it in the fridge for him later, warm it up when he eventually arrives. He has to. There is no other option, no world where someone rings the bell at this hour to let you know he wouldn’t. Your husband has to come home.

The cat is slithering in between your feet, all purrs and soft fur against your ankles, but you don’t have the heart to pet him back. Your wedding ring feels heavy on your finger, thoughts are battling in your head, you haven’t been this anxious in months. You have met the Arellanos before, at the oldest daughter’s wedding, a beautiful reception where Ismael happily paraded you around. You could read them well, that night, see how squared they hold their shoulders, how political the whole thing was. If they wanted to kill your husband they could, they just had to ask.

'' Y/N? ''

You scream, glass falling from your hand, shattering at your feet. You feel the liquid between your toes, ear the cat’s claw on the hardwood floor as it runs away. Ismael is in front of you, standing at the door, hat pushed up.

'' Ay Dios mio, Ismael. When did you get in?! I didn't hear you, how- ''

'' Don't move, okay? You'll cut yourself. ''

He moves to you, boots covered in mud. He looks tired, you can tell, with his sleeves rolled up, damp hair, you know he must have had a hell of a day.

'' I tried calling the warehouse, they didn't know where you were- damn it. ''

You hiss, raising your hand to grab at his shoulder as he nears, boots crunching on the shards of glass. Your toe starts to bleed, mixing with the wine covering the floor. He barely acknowledges your remark, pushing your un-asked question to the side. His hand comes up to your waist, caressing your side as it moves up, lifting you by the rib. You step carefully on his work shoes, naked toes meeting the leather as he turns on his heels, bringing you away from the mess.

'' I came through the garage. Didn't I tell you to lock it behind you, hm? ''

He does, every day before he leaves for work, every night before bed. His fingers are warm between your ribs and you can see him for the first time tonight. His shirt is dirty, mud you know you will have to scrub hard and long to get off. He is already looking at you when you meet his eyes, they are soft, tired, the skin creasing in between his brows. Your hand moves to his chest, where his heart is, caressing the shirt over his skin with your thumb.

'' I was... ''

Scared? Would that even be the right word? You were scared for him, for what it would entail for you after if anything were to happen. Anxious that there was nothing you could do to prevent this, only being able to stay home, cook eggs in the morning, soak his dirty shirts, and pour him whiskey in a cold glass when he eventually comes back. He gives you a small smile, one that barely pulls at his lips, lifting only on one side. I know, he wants to say, and you don’t feel like you have to end your sentence anymore.

He kneels in front of you, pressing his warm hand behind your thigh and then to the joint of your knee to lift your foot off the ground. You can feel his breath on your leg, the tip of his hat tickling your thigh.

'' You don't have to do this. You'll get blood all over your shirt. ''

He scoffs at the irony, pulling a handkerchief from his back pocket and pressing it to your toe, holding your heel with a firm hand when you inevitably jerk away from the pain. The cut is minimal, nothing a good bandaid wouldn’t fix, but the blood still runs on the side of your foot, staining the tissue red.

He looks up to you once again, you notice a scratch on his face that wasn’t there this morning.

'' They burned the boats. All of them. ''

He doesn’t say more, he doesn’t need to. You know who he is talking about, what they are doing and why. You sigh softly, leaning back on the counter behind you. You did tell him that Chapo’s offer was a good deal, that he should consider it, and now you have to stand here and listen to the consequences of it. Ones that you felt couldn’t touch you, ones you felt he would be protected enough not to deal with. He wasn’t even in on the deal yet, but they already came at him like he was.

'' I'm sorry, cariño. ''

It is sincere, you mean it. You know how hard he works at the dock, how many can count on his fleet for a fair wage, hopefully living the normal life he didn’t choose for himself. Maybe you were wrong to tell him to listen to Chapo, maybe making friends and alliances wasn’t a good idea after all. Your hand reaches for his hat, taking it off and discarded on the counter just as fast. Your fingers come back down, moving untamed curls back and away from his forehead, he leans into your touch, pressing his cheek into your palm.

'' I made you dinner, but you weren't coming home. ''

'' I know. ''

He sighs, forehead falling on your thigh. His moustache scratches your skin, his thumb caressing your ankle as he talks.

'' I should have called you. It's just- Everything was on fire. Pinche Arellanos. ''

You are playing with his curls again, fingertips untangling hair at the nape of his neck. There is nothing you can do to tame his anger, nothing to convince him to take a step back and think about it. You know your husband in and out, you know what is coming and there is nothing you can do to stop this.

'' I'll take it. '' He says, '' I'll find Chapo and I'll take the deal. I'll kill them for this. ''

His fingers are shaking against your ankles as he unwraps the handkerchief from your toe. It has stopped bleeding now, leaving a red mess and a small gash in its place.

'' What if they kill you first? ''

You whisper it, in the space between you, with his warm hand still on your foot, his eyebrows frowning at the words. You don’t mean this as a jab at his strength, at what he is able to do. You believe him when he says he will kill them, you have watched him come home with blood on his shirt that he never cared to explain, taking out guns from hiding places you didn’t even know existed.

'' Do you think I would let this happen? '' He continues. '' I won't. ''

'' That is not what I'm saying, Ismael. I'm just- ''

Your voice breaks, you can’t hide it and you know he heard it. He raises up, pushing off his knees, his hand trailing your leg until he rests it on your waist. You can smell what is left of his perfume, see the speckles of green in his eyes. You know he is waiting for you to say more.

'' I worry. I worry so much for you. ''

He closes his eyes at that. You know he knows, that he can see you biting at the skin around your nails, that you never go to sleep if he is not in bed with you. He feels guilty, even when you tell him it’s fine, even on those nights when you actually mean it at times.

'' Every night your dinner gets cold, I always think- '' You sob, you can’t help it. Your throat is tight, you can’t breathe, '' This is it, and I'm just waiting and waiting and I- ''

'' Hey. Hey. '' His other hand is on your cheek now, pressing you to him, keeping you unbelievably closer. '' Respira hondo, amor. ''

He is shushing you, mouth in your hair, your nose in his neck. You can feel the metal of his wedding band, cold on your skin as his fingers wipe the tears off your cheek. You finally take a deep breath, for him, because he wants you to.

'' Please be careful, Ismael, I don't know what I would do if you don't come home. ''

It comes out fast, stumbling over words and shaky breaths. You are gripping at his shirt, creasing the fabric between your fingers. In a weird way, it feels like if you were to let him go, right now, tonight, he wouldn’t come back at all.

'' Don't say that, amor, '' His voice breaks on the last word and he brings you closer, breathing in your scent, hand cradling your cheeks, '' Don't say that. I fight every day to come back to you. I always do. ''

You know he is hiding in your hair so he doesn’t have to face you, tell you that even if he tries, faith is something he can’t control. No amount of soldiers or money could give him this power. You let him lull you, ease those thoughts in your head. Maybe they will be back tomorrow, during dinner when it once again inevitably goes cold on his side of the table, but you let him keep them at bay for now, tucked in his arms, lips moving against your hair, promises after promises.

En lo próspero y en lo adverso, en la salud y en la enfermedad.

Ismael holds you tighter that night. You know he is not sleeping and he probably knows that you aren’t either, but you enjoy it, his presence, his chest against your back. The feeling of his breath on your neck, his warm hands sprawled across your stomach. Your toe is still throbbing, a bitter reminder of what happened, of what is to come, because it will, and there is nothing you can do to stop this. He whispers in your ear.

'' I'll end this. '' Them, he actually means. '' Whatever happens, I'll come home. '' Whoever.

You can only believe him, believe that he would, and you do. Your fingers intertwine around his, pressing a gentle kiss on his knuckles, bruised and scared from all his hard work. I believe you, you tell him, I’ll be here when you come back. He smells like soap, an aftertaste of cigar, his fingers ghosting under your ribs.

For better or for worse, in sickness and in health.

[moonsinkfoxgirl]

these Mio wallpapers have got to be one of my oldest anime-related edits

[asolivera]

Visit my twitter: @asolivera

[beg2differbuilds]

Nail Salon, part 1 (A bit unfinished, but it’s been a busy day IRL)

Credit for lot: CraggySoul on the gallery. Lot is named “Oak Alcove Nail Salon”. I just tweaked it and added some CC. It’s a super cute lot just as it is though! ^_^

WCIFs?

Nail salon sign, heart & rounded hot pink chairs, nail tech deco, desk, : https://simminmybestlife.tumblr.com/post/642608926612914176/new-cc-release-the-nail-salon-pack-tomorrow-is

Treat yourself & hello gorgeous sign, more nail tech deco: https://laskrillz.tumblr.com/post/675204140947881984/nail-salon-cc-set-my-part-collab-w-simmerkate

White couch in lobby: SIP Living 6 converted by Andiup @ Cherryblossomsims - if anyone knows the link please share :)

Pomegranate rug: Puresims - link?

Hexagon wallpaper: Tilly Tiger https://bloomingrosysims.tumblr.com/

Speckled floor: http://ts4novvvas.blogspot.com/2020/07/elo-bathroom-set.html

Striped rug: KKB Ikea rug https://blog.naver.com/kkb9256 Don’t know exact set

Simlish salon decor: Brittpinkie Salon stuff - unavailable? Their Tumblr seems to have been deleted :(

Black chair #1: Mesh by Pilar, converted by Mio-Sims

X pillow: MXIMS Crissy pillow, mesh by Ohbehave

Black chair #2: Mesh by Millascreativecorner, converted by MXIMS - Christmas Advent 2017 @ Cherryblossom Sims

Black & white pillow: MXIMS Nordic throw pillow

Black terrarium: Industrisims Booster set? Their Tumbler seems to be down

Pink chairs: https://simminmybestlife.tumblr.com/post/642608926612914176/new-cc-release-the-nail-salon-pack-tomorrow-is

White bearskin rug: Ilona

White chairs: https://www.rubyredsims.com/2022/08/sims-4-contemporary-summer-outdoor.html

Pillows: MXIMS

Gray speckled wall:  Pralinesims @ TSR

Marble floor: http://ts4novvvas.blogspot.com/2020/07/elo-bathroom-set.html

Magazine rack & Simlish sign:  Brittpinkie Salon stuff - unavailable? Their Tumblr seems to have been deleted :(

Gray mini-dresser in lobby: Mesh by Cassandre converted by MTQ Sims

Too glam to give a damn sign: MXIMS

Marble floor in main salon area: https://thesimscatalog.com/sims4/downloads/uncategorized/collection-14-floor-at-miwakosims/

Pink walls: Simcredible Mantis bathroom set, may have been moved to TSR, originally here: https://sims4.simcredibledesigns.com/

Nail carousel on nail tech station: https://www.patreon.com/posts/gucci-horsebit-47243101

White lamp on nail tech station: Mesh by billyjean converted by MXIMS

[vexxas]

hola!soy yo de nuevo,les muestro uno de mis primeros wallpaper donde est mi oc y unos amigos mios,fue mi primer fondo para comienzo de stream de mi cuenta de twitch! fue algo que me complico pero me diverti mucho haciendolo. . . .

[samael-k]

Dystopia

¿Dónde queda lo bello de un cuarto vacío? 

¿De qué me sirve el pasto recortado y verde cuando no hay nadie que lo pise? 

Me enloquece ver afuera un wallpaper de windows  

El desorden y la contradicción que corre en mi sangre no soporta este espacio liminal 

Solo me quedan las palabras, aun no me han silenciado, completamente… 

Estoy cansada de rostros que no conozco 

del sabor artificial de las cosas 

De la muerte que venden empaquetada 

De las lays de pepinillo y queso cheddar, guacala 

Tu como yo quiero sonar y cantar libre, 

Quiero ensuciarme, revolverme, masticarme, degluirme todo lo natural 

Todo lo que soy yo y me recuerde a mi 

Yo al igual que tu prefiero lo mio, 

Prefiero 100 años de soledad, prefiero las ausencias en mi propia tierra 

Donde me acompaña el viento, el rocío el calor insoportable 

Pero, y aquí? no tengo donde esconder mi mirada de la soledad total