#party gift

[nicolesanabriaart]

SANTA, 3x2 inch miniature acrylic painting

[quilt-giving]

This quilt was made as a “White Elephant” gift for a work holiday party several years back. This was NOT handquilted. I made it over a weekend using my sewing machine.

[moth-party]

A Bug and a Beezley for @dairyfreenugget :3

[kayleeds]

https://www.aliexpress.com/item/3256806041301800.html?pdp_npi=4%40dis%21USD%21US%20%2412.80%21US%20%2412.16%21%21%2112.80%2112.16%21%40213d105017319264564534551e7fdf%2112000036770112904%21sh%21US%21229756788%21X&spm=a2g0o.store_pc_allItems_or_groupList.new_all_items_2007599168456.1005006227616552

[stickerskingdom]

120 Birthday themed stickers

https://stickerskingdom.etsy.com/listing/1586672264

[tapeskingdom]

mini cupcake washi tape

[dunmeshistash]

Dungeon Meshi Christmas Gift Exchange by Ryoko Kui

Gifts Picked on the Left and who received on the right

After the exchange

Fun fact from Kui's blog: She had to swap Lycion and Fleki's gifts because they ended up getting themselves in the raffle everyone else was random

[choccy-milky]

sometimes you gotta lure your overly-studious ravenclaw gf into spending time with you 🥰 📚 ( from 'Every Teardrop is a Waterfall' by Kat_12739 on ao3, GO READ IT!!! the first story is about seb falling sick and still pushing himself/not admitting he's sick until he ends up in the hospital, the second story is about the birth of seb and clora's daughter and seb's reaction to clora almost dying in childbirth, and the third is about dealing with a fussy newborn lewis😭🥹THEY'RE SO GOOD AND SWEET AND SOMEWHAT SAD (not to mention beautifully written) so go check it out!!💖💖 )

[vaguely-concerned]

the more I play the more I think lucanis basically knows it's illario who betrayed him right from the beginning (he's had a year in the ossuary to think. not that many people knew where he was going. when you ask him 'did Illario know you'd be on that ship' his only answer is the hardest flattest 'yes' you ever heard). so it's not so much about figuring out who the traitor is (because that's ludicrous. we all know. immediately. they didn't really bother to hide it lmao) as about methodically closing off every single avenue of denial lucanis has clung to that whole time with as much or little gentleness as you might prefer until he has no choice but to admit it. because the moment he has to admit it, he'll have to do something -- feel something -- about it. and that's such a catastrophic event in lucanis' inner landscape (he has had TWO people in this whole entire world up until now and will do anything to hold on to them with a heartbreaking child-like desperation, even at and especially through the detriment of his own self) that he'd rather just. not. what if we quite simply. didn't. what if we just stayed here in the emptiness where we can both pretend you didn't hurt me in a way I should never forgive. I have so much practice in that with caterina already it's always worked out great for everyone so far. (press x to fucking doubt but that's trauma logic for you lol)

after everything illario did, so much of the storm of lucanis' emotions around it is 'what the FUCK did you get yourself tangled up in this time and how do I get you out of this mess safely'. what's worse: the fact that your brother murdered you, or that he put himself in horrible danger doing so and thus exposed you to the risk of losing him forever. lucanis' heart certainly has an opinion here and it's fucking unhinged (affectionate)

the themes of dissociation in lucanis' character in general makes me feel nuts. allllll these contradictory messy things he needs to cut off from each other because they can't coexist or be easily reconciled inside him. but all remain stubbornly true separately anyway and will have their due one day. love and resentment. tenderness and fear and rage. terror and longing. love and freedom don't coexist. the burned out golden child anthem is playing in the background. he was always caterina's favourite and he has to keep striving to deserve that dubious honour with every breath he takes and then, presumably, mercifully, some day he will die and be excused and can rest. and until now he's suppressed all the -- natural, healthy, protective! -- negative feelings that threaten the few attachment relationships he actually has, at the cost of ever actually having his needs for connection and safety met and leaving his core self imprisoned and compromised. and spite goes 'what. no. that's dumb fuck that' (*spite voice* I do not understand that and even if I did I would not respect it) and does not allow him to fall back into that, which I think is what saves his life, ultimately. it took being possessed by a demon for lucanis to even contemplate telling anyone he loves 'no' in any way, but hey. whatever gets you there right lol

lucanis is dealing with the freeze response allll the way down baby. and he was even before the ossuary, that just turbo powered it and brought it to a breaking point way before it could happen naturally. but something was going to break eventually no matter what, and I'm just glad that in the end, through the power of friendship and also pure spite, it doesn't have to be him

[morganbritton132]

A fan posts to their socials a video of them whispering about how Eddie Munson is in the same store as them and, “Do I go say hi? People says he’s nice but I don’t want to bother him, and he’s on the phone. What do I do???”

Then in the background, you can faintly hear Eddie say into his phone, “Saturday? Yeah, I’m free.”

Followed by a louder voice that sounds like it’s right next to the camera because it is, Steve says, “No, you’re not! Ozzy has a birthday party.”

“You were serious about that?”

“No, Ed. I just put in the calendar for no reason,” Steve says, eye roll present in his voice. “Also, this girl wants a picture with you.”

[the-uncanny-dag]

From @bunkarz:

The post in question

AAAAAAAAAA thank u!!!!!! 🥰💙♥️💙♥️💙♥️✨🍭 This is gonna carry me thru the rest of March

[lostuntothisworld]

I'm obsessed with the fact that Adrien takes rose petal baths... what a decadent boyprincess

[shirojikimattari]

Happy Saint Valentine's

I've made a small compilation but due to my desire of not wanting to be nuked, I've posted it on my *reads smudged letters on my sweaty palms* ko-pi. THIS IS FREE. If anyone tries to sell it, just run and never look back.

It's a small collection of fluff and mostly SPICY doodles. please don't expect a lot lol.

[moth-party]

In a moment of calm

Some soft Lurimol for @vulturereyy ! They are overlooking the city that they love

[pyxiscowboy]

cinematic parallels

[fanaticsnail]

Love Confession: Corazon

Birthday Celebration Masterlist

Word Count: 1,600+

Themes: Donquixote Rosinante Corazon x f!reader, love confession, mdni, 18+, smut, NSFW, P in V sex, creampie, admission of love, gendered terms used (spymistress as a job title), lazy sex, slow sex, romantic sex, teasing.

Notes: I hope you enjoy this little fic. The way I adore this man 🤌. Dedicated to @queenmimi2817 who also loves this silly man.

Legs splayed over his hips, your back was reclined against his chest. His bare skin heated your own and only fuelled that lazy moment of passion you shared with one another. 

Usually Corazon and yourself would use whatever moment you could to quickly release your pent up lust, uttering a swift ‘Thank you’ while adjusting your clothes. What started as simply finding a way to relieve tension as two marines working undercover, you both continued to find these moments together amongst the Donquixote Pirates: with him as Doflamingo’s ‘heart’ and you as a spymistress for his private guard. 

Both of you fed back information to the marine headquarters in your own way, and you both were grateful to still have one another in this new uncharted waters. 

Where most of the time was quick, rushed, manic, and hasty, this morning was unlike anything you had felt prior. His cock was fully sheathed within your pussy, his palm pressing against your clit while the other hand moved to cup your breasts. Gently pinching and tweaking your nipple, there was no movement of his hips rutting into yours. 

No mania, no frantic thrusts, no hasty release: you and Corazon, or Rosinante, had all the time in the world to be with one another. His lips pressed against your bare shoulders, his forearm firmly cradling your back to his body with a touch that felt like home. Hand still toying with your clit and rubbing it in gentle circles, you whimpered while you felt your need grow for him. 

“This okay?” he asked softly, lips traveling up to your earlobe and pressing soft kisses on the velvety skin. His whisper sent a chill down your body, the rise in goose-flesh puckering your skin and pebbling your nipples within his palms. 

“Yes-... fuck-... can you just rock a little?” you whispered in return, “You're perfect, I-I just need a little more.”  

Rosinante groaned at your request, flexing his thighs and bobbing you up onto his cock while you slunk back into him. Each moment was slow, lazy, carefree and soft. The slow drag of Rosinante’s cock stretching your walls and hitting each zone of pleasure had your body flooding with endorphins screaming in euphoria. 

As your lips parted to moan out a soft whimper of praise, the words toppled out without you truly thinking of any repercussions. 

“I love you.”

Rosinante’s hips stilled, his cock completely sheathed within your pussy and feeling the way it tensed up around his shaft. You felt his stomach flex, his abs constricting in petrification as your words punctured his heart.

Neither of you had said those words to one another before, and the shock of the soft whisper had a heavy weight dragging behind it. His fingers stilled on your nipples and clit as your minds caught up to your words. 

“Corazon, I-I-I’m sorry-!” Your hurried apologies flung over your lips and into the room illuminated by sunlight through sheer curtains, “I didn’t mean it.”

This seemed to cause more tension in the man behind you, slowly leaning up and taking you with him in his upright position. Cock still buried, your abdomen bulged with this new angle and caused you to groan in pleasure. His lips found your shoulder, pressing a gentle caress in soft kisses against your flesh. 

“Didn’t mean it?” he whispered, his lips traveling up higher to your ear and gently tugging on the lobe with his teeth, “Or: didn’t mean to say it now? Those are two very different things, love.” His lips journeyed down to your cheek before pulling away and peering into your eyes. 

“Which one is it?” 

When his auburn gaze met with yours, your breath hitched and your need for honesty eclipsed your training as a compulsive liar as spy for the World Government. Both of you had suffered long within the Donquixote Pirates, and you truly felt like if you weren’t to confess to Rosinante now, you might never confess at all. 

Gulping back your nerves, you slowly lean forward and brush your nose against the bridge of his before kissing the pointed tip. 

“I love you, Donquixote Rosinante,” you utter, pulling away and darting your eyes between his own, “I’m sorry I said it now, with your cock buried all the way up to the hilt in my belly, but I’m not sorry I said it.” 

The blonde bursts out in a wave of laughter, each chuckle swelling and pulsing his cock deep within you and causing you to moan out in bliss. Corazon moves his hands to your hips, lifting you up off his cock and turning you in his lap to face him. 

“I am so glad you said something,” he teetered off his laugh, pressing his lips once more to your cheek before peppering a line up to your temple. “I honestly feel like I would’ve taken my multi-year unrequited adoration with me to the grave.” His smile split up his lips, a boyish twinkle glittering in his auburn eyes with every word. “And it’s better you sitting on my cock than on my face when you confess your love for me.”

“Rosi-,” you whine out, silenced by his lips colliding with yours in an innocent and charming expression. You felt him smile against your lips while tilting his head and humming against you. Pulling away, he spoke your full name, not the title you donned as one of the Donquixote Pirates, but the name you were born and raised with. 

“I have loved you from the first moment I saw you,” he chuckled, rubbing soothing circles by the pads of his thumbs over your bare hips, “Before we had our first posting together, I think just after we graduated basic. I loved you then, and I love you now.” Your breath caught in your throat, tears beginning to well in your eyes and your lip trembling by the weight of his words, “I love you.” As you moved to speak, he squeezed your hips and clicked his tongue to indicate he wasn’t finished. 

“I remember telling my unit in cabin quarters that I was going to tell you how I felt,” he laughed, raising his hand up to cup your cheek, “The bloody bastards laughed at me. Said you were ‘out of my league’ and to leave it up to the best of us to catch you.” As you once more attempted to speak, he silenced you with a kiss before pulling back away.

“Tell me again,” he uttered, holding hips lips away from yours and muting his words against them. He lifted you up with ease and slowly lowered you back onto his cock. As you drew down, your arms came to rest on his shoulders. 

“I love you.”

Although you were moments ago just sat on his cock and enjoying a slow morning stretching out on it, the intrusion still managed to test your pelvic floor while you took him on a new angle. 

“Again,” he panted, lifting you up and dropping you down in a heavy-set thrust into your body. Sheathing himself down at the hilt, stars began to split in your vision while you felt the call of desire simmer at the edges. 

“I love you.” 

“Again,” he groaned, the end pulling gruffly as he growled out. His own desire began to pull his guts to a tight coil while he matched dropping you against upwards thrusts. 

“I love you.”

“Again.”

His pace picked up, bringing you both to the precipice of release while demanding to hear you speak the words he never thought he’d hear once more. His balls slapped your ass with each in-thrust, his movements growing manic as he used you as a sleeve for his ecstasy. 

As white began to flood your eyes, the tightness in your coil fizzed into sparks of ecstasy. Euphoria bloomed in your chest, expanding and darting throughout your body like the expansion of wings in first flight. Your lips fell agape as your pussy began contracting around his shaft and beckoning him alongside you.

“I love you.” 

Rosinante panted and cried out as he shot an explosive jet of his release into your womb, painting your walls with the love he so desperately felt for you. His much larger size in comparison to your body was felt in every groove in his throbbing veins swelling his cock. As his release began to overwhelm your pussy, the viscous splashback of his cum painted his crotch with his own release. 

Both whining and panting, his movements grew languid while championing you both through weighted highs. He felt whole, as one, and at home with you sheathing him on his lap. As you both caught your breath, smiles mirrored one another while you leaned down and pressed your forehead against his. 

“All that time?” you queeried, a small amount of teasing caught in your tone. Rosinante circled his forearms around your waist and pulled you up to rest your chest on his own. His cock slid out of you, along with a heavy slap of his release meeting the floor beneath the seat. 

“You’re such a tease,” he growled at you, his nose playfully crinkling up at the bridge. He nudged his forehead against your jaw to turn your head, finding your neck with his lips and kissing you slowly. Sensing a small amount of mischief in the smile anchored to your skin, you arched your brow and asked him quietly. 

“What are you planning, Rosinante?” Your question was met with a chuckle as he moved his hands down to cup each of your asscheeks in his larger hands. 

“Just thinking back more on the way you admitted you loved me,” he shrugged, squeezing your flesh and groaning out a little. “I kind of want to hear you tell me you love me while sitting on my face too.” 

“Rosinante-.”

“-We have all the time in the world today,” he cut off your train of thought, gently rolling your ass within his palms and fingers, “I want to hear it. Will you tell me you love me again?”

“I love you.”

“I love you, too.”

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