#my waifu loves me!

[hottieleena]

suck them🔥🤤

[furiwokaaan]

ermangarde hgnghngh lessing... let me marry ur sister please please please please please pl

[cozylittleartblog]

they invented a new kind of tired you only feel after doing an artist alley

[thevirginslvt]

bonus (bc i’m delulu)

[kiwashihatsuro]

An older Artwork I did of Peanut.

Thought I might as well post it here. Cause, why not

[cyberpunkboytoy]

Hhggghhghg my beautiful wife who was locked behind a paywall

[naomisathome]

wanna live in my room forever n get dressed up all cute every day by somebody n just be cute for them n take photos with clothes they pick!!

[darlenicy]

and now just imagine, what would have happened if Riven just CALLED Darcy.

Riven: Hi Darcy, I got amazing news uwu Darcy: Ah, nice. What's it? Riven: Looks like Bloom ditched Sky! Darcy: Haha lol, what a victim. Riven: I always said that. uwu So how are you doing? Darcy: Busy, taking over the world. Call you back later. Riven: Do whatever you like, honey. See you later, bye <3

But instead, he went head over heels to cloud tower and gets ditched himself. 🤦‍♀️ A scene, I am not happy with but I'll focus on that in the next post in detail.

[lavampira]

obsessed with the WAR who answered “you can do whatever you want” when I asked if they wanted to MT or OT in M4 tonight. thanks buddy that answers nothing. I’ll MT <3

[hottieleena]

Do u like it? (I'm selling content)🤭🍑

[microwave-core]

Rose Colored Pages; Love Flavored Tea

Cynthia x Fem! Reader

Even the Champion of Sinnoh needs someone to look after her, especially when her desire for knowledge keeps her locked up in her room for hours on end.

The flipping of paper, only momentarily interrupted by the occasional scratch of pen against paper, fills the otherwise silent air in the awfully cluttered room of, who very well may be, Sinnoh’s greatest champion. You peer through the cracked open doorway, leaning against the opening to watch the fervent actions of Cynthia, your dearest girlfriend, hunched over on the ground, surrounded by a horde of texts haphazardly thrown around the already messy room.

You have no idea how long she’s maintained this position. She’s been like this since you arrived at her home in the early morning, meaning her spine has suffered for at least a dozen or so hours. She’s barely said anything, either, having given a brief “hello” upon hearing you walk through the front door and the occasional hum in response to your own words and actions, letting you know you were heard and seen.

Rolling your eyes, you delicately traverse the minefield of her study. The floor was cluttered with books, both open and closed, and loose papers. While they appeared to have been thrown around carelessly, Cynthia knows where all her important items are in the greater mess. They drive you crazy, especially given the amount of empty space on the bookshelves where they could easily be slotted into, but you leave them be.

Standing directly over her, you get a glimpse of what she’s looking at. An Extensive View of Sinnoh’s History, Hisui: An Overview, and The Remnants of Spear Pillar are all closed and stacked off to the blonde’s side. You can only assume that open faced books are of a similar nature, depicting ruins and murals and eldritch abominations. 

In the middle of the controlled mayhem are Cynthia’s own notes, scattered pages filled with messy writing, crude drawings, and citations. You’re unsure of what the point of this research is for, assuming she wasn’t doing this for her own satisfaction.

Squatting down, you gently wrap your arms around her shoulders, cradling your face against her back. “Having fun?” She hums in response. While she doesn’t turn to look at you, her posture shifts ever so slightly as she begins to write quicker than before for a few moments before putting her pen down, allowing her poor aching wrist to rest.

Finished jotting down her current history-related thoughts, she finally turns to you. Her visible eye shines through its tiredness (when was the last time she slept?), a soft smile gracing her features. “Of course I am. I’m surrounded by my greatest loves.” She leans back into your embrace.

The shaking of your head, amazed that you have to compete with history for the heart of your girlfriend, makes her laugh. “My day is always brightened upon seeing you, my love.” She remains there, happy to take a minor break. 

With her full attention, your arms tighten snuggly around her fully. Her hands find your own. They are calloused, but just as warm as the rest of her. She stills, exhaling happily. Cynthia will continuously claim that she loves history as much as she loves you, but only you bring about much needed relief and relaxation. Your warmth and presence puts her at ease, letting her eyelids and shoulders drop. 

You are eventually forced to pull away, knowing that she would stay in this position as long as you remained glued to her back. You unwind your arms from her warm, and probably sore, body to stand up and return to the terrifying dragon a few rooms over awaiting your return for more affection, but before you can, Cynthia taps her cheek gently, clearly desiring some affection of her own before allowing you to walk away.

You roll your eyes again, but you lean down to press a kiss to her cheek nonetheless. She’s clearly pleased with herself when you pull back slightly, beckoning you down for another kiss. Her lips are soft and taste of the mint tea you had brought her hours ago. 

The gleam in her eye prevents you from moving away fully, eye contact tethering you to both the floor and her, only broken when she glances away to the empty teacup laying close by.

“Bring me more?” The adorable expression on her face prevents you from rolling your eyes for the third time in quick succession, but doesn’t stop you from scoffing. You take the cup nonetheless.

“You want a slice of cake to go along with that?” “Please.” She’s always so endearing with you if it means she can get sweets out of it. You’d hold it against her if you didn’t love her so much. After all, complaining meant less time to be curled around her Garchomp, who was intent on soaking up all of the affection that Cynthia was missing out on.

“I’ll join you soon, I promise.” She throws out before turning back to the mess of paper in front of her. Her tone is sincere, but she’s said the same phrase more times than you can count during your relationship. Not that you mind, you were in no rush, and neither was she.

Besides, the sooner she finishes with her work, the sooner you can weave your way into her office space and clean up the clutter she’s grown so attached to. A good few hours will doubtlessly pass before she’s done, but you can already hear her half-hearted complaining as you pick up the books you oh-so-carefully tip-toed around earlier.

And the sooner her archeological and historical texts are slotted away in their shelves and notes into their binders, the sooner you can entangle yourself into each other’s arms, willing away the remaining hours of daylight to snuggle through the cold Sinnoh night.

[maslickonachlebik]

Miluju random lidi na YouTube❤️

[coridallasmultipass]

Goddddd, Dorothy is waifu for laifu, I s2g. Can't wait to see what conditional saviour bullshit she pulls from this stunt.

[lemonsandwisdom]

She’s a shojo love interest…

She’s a gamer girl…

She is Russian Jesus…

I didn’t say her name… but you thought of her..

[naomisathome]

how i would dress if i had the money and wasn’t surrounded by weird old people >__<

[tricksterlatte]

There was this post I saw awhile back that asked what was the one thing you would get pretentious about since everyone has at least one. I didn’t reblog it at the time, but my god if I have to see any more bad faith or media illiterate surface level take about Chainsaw Man, I’m going to become the literacy devil