#pink heart pupil

[qrcatfinder]

[ozi-uwu-vwv-owo]

I got the pink from bonebees on e621

I got the eyes from mapleking3d on e621

Pregnat

[bigboobyhalo]

thinking about q!mouse design but she's all one solid color like BBH ... cuz I think she deserves to be creature-y too <3

[needtogonow]

[lord-prey]

Lookalikes

[satsuha]

i got so angry about the AB remaster i drew this

[ruvviks]

ambrose time ambrose time ambrose time ambrose time ambrose time ambrose time

[greattideflow]

Spent today being cute doing chores hanging with midnight and drawing.

[nixii-sabre]

bro is looking DISrespectfully

[gino-hash]

13-011-23

[therealslimstrider]

be honest do you think being a heart player makes you more of a romantic?

It's hard to say for total certainty, but I think it's a logical conclusion to draw that the circumstances and nuances of being a Heart player might lead to a certain affinity for romance.

Princes destroy their aspect, or destroys by use of their aspect. The title of Destroyer class gives it a more sinister vibe than it really is. It's a powerful class, and in the hands of someone with no self-discipline, it can be devastating. But it may not be as literal as the connotations imply. The Death card in tarot gets a similar bad rep on account of being called. You know. Death. However, it's not meant to be taken literally, and rarely implies a life will end. Death symbolizes an end, with the implications for a new beginning. For example: Leaving behind your childhood home, building relationships in a new city. Getting fired from your job, and growing closer to your parents when you move back home. Ending a ten year marriage, and finding the love of your life.

Prince is considered one of the strongest of the 12 main classes, and rumored to rival Lord and Muse. Players who align with it are typically naturally decisive, matched by their ambition to follow-through.

See obstacle. Desire its destruction. Manifest it.

It's easy to make the assumption that a Prince of Heart would be a heartbreaker, so it's helpful to interchange Heart with Soul. It represents one's core desires, and the special something that makes their individual existence unique in the nigh-unfathomable vastness of the omniverse.

Princes make what they want real. It's part of why I'm so shy. I don't know how to navigate a relationship casually when every atom in my body is screaming out for someone to collide with me like two black holes, sending out gravitational waves rippling through space like a cosmic earthquake. And once I decide I want something, I make it mine.

That's kind of intense to put on someone for a first date, or even a first conversation. I know I'm a lot to take in. I know being with me isn't easy, and you can take your pick out of any of the billions of reasons why. I'm jealous and possessive. I require a lot of attention and assurance. I can be intimidating and difficult to read. Apparently I might go batshit insane one day, if I live very long at all. And even past all that, I am effectively immortal. I've attracted and then ruined plenty of dates this way.

Discipline is important for a Prince. Make no decision lightly, and carry it out with poise.

[yandere-kokeshi]

Can I get a womb tattoo PLEASE

[pretty-o-little-o-rose]

...

See, now I'm imagining how he'd fuck you nice and senseless in bed, get you to have a couple orgasms, and then he'd just. He'd stop. Pull out and adjust your now crooked glasses, brush his thumb over your cheek and stick it between your lips so you can suck while he pushes back in and goes again. Bonus points if he wraps his hand around your throat to watch you go all doe eyed and your lips part into that pretty 'o' shape he loves while he calls you a good girl.

simon riley loves you in glasses a little too much.

he just thinks you're so pretty, frames sitting a little low on your nose as you go about your daily tasks, occasionally pushing them back up the bridge of your nose as you work.

sometimes a little huff of frustration leaves your lips at the repeated action, a little agitated they won't stay up, and simon loves it. watching you move about your house, or work at your little desk, fingers tapping away at the keys of your computer.

he frowns whenever you wear contact lenses, how is he gonna see his pretty girl in her glasses if you insist on wearing contacts? he hates when you say you have to wear them in public, he just doesn't understand. they look good on you at home, wear them everywhere, pretty girl.

he loves it when you have to tilt your head back further than you normally would when the frames slip down your skin a little too much, making him gently move it back into place. his heart flutters at the sweet smile you flash him.

he doesn't understand why you hate your glasses so much, they help you see and they look damn good on you. he also doesn't understand why you hate him when he shoots thick ropes of white, pearly cum from his aching cock all onto the lenses, purposely missing your tongue stuck out from between your lips. dripping down the frames and off onto your thighs as you kneel beneath him.

you frown, whining as you glared up at him through the obstructed view, cloudy cum coating and impairing your vision. he merely chuckles, knowing you hate it, but he can't help himself, dragging the tip of his leaking cock across the cool glass just to tease you.

[mangosmoothiepussyv3]

nobody:

me: and then ill sprinkle in some 'characters appearance being irreversibly altered due to strong emotions and trauma'

[shouyuus]

completely pussydrunk!hawks who can barely control himself when he's fucking you, groans and grunts and makes the most incoherent noises when he's thrusting into you, pushing you in half so hard that that you can feel the backs of your legs straining, your knees pressing against your shoulders, toes curling, his eyes half-hooded and just so full of hearts, pupils so dilated you don't even know if he can see properly, bending down to lick at the sweat on the side of your neck, making you squirm and twist at the sensation, heat flooding in your tummy he way he mouths at your like a debased, starving man.

"ke-keigo don't --"

"d-don't? don't what?"

"'s gross -- a-ah fuck --"

"gross? nah --" he licks his lips, bends down, grins all lopsided and smitten, fingers digging into your thighs as he slows down his thrusts ever so slightly, his cheeks pink from the exertion, wings ruffling behind him, red feathers everywhere -- "nothin' bout you's gross, dove -- nothin' got it?"

he groans, letting his head drop into the crook of your neck; you can feel him trembling as he continues to rut down into you, his pace getting sloppy and desperate, his breath hot and wet and needy.

"could eat you up -- kiss every inch of you, wanna taste every part of you, yeah? fuck so pretty for me -- so wet -- fuck fuck fuck --" rambling to himself as his thrusts get all shallow, moaning about the taste of you on his tongue.

and after he's finally filled you up (multiple times, mind you), he turns to you, breathless, his chest heaving, brushes a few sweaty strands of hair from your face and says --

"i meant what i said... nothing about you is gross to me, and i'll fuck you till you remember it, yeah?"

[cherrygirlfriend]

bsf!rafe x ditzy!reader, just the tip

warnings: smut, mdni

wrote this while drinking the nastiest wine… hopefully this fic turned out better than the wine

rafe had never really seen you in a sexual way; you had always just been you, the girl he had known since he was 11. the two of you had been best friends since sixth grade, but when you went to college, your friendship fell apart.

but after your first year of college, you'd come back to the outer banks for the summer, and he'd rather die than miss out on the chance to invite you to a party.

what rafe hadn't expected was for you to walk up wearing a tiny light pink bikini with heart patterns, the rest of your body covered with a pink, sheer, robe. you were basically surrounded by guys wanting to talk to you, but honestly, all you wanted was to get away and be with people you knew.

rafe took hold of your waist, guiding you away from everyone else, a small smile on his face, your brows furrowing more and more when you got away from everyone else, his hips swaying in the same way as yours.

"what's up?" you asked with a small smile, his hand making small motions on your waist.

"just wanted to get you away. i know you get anxious in social situations." he said, looking at you like a predator looked at the most delicious of prey.

you don’t know when talking turned into kissing, but there you were, straddling rafe's hips, grinding into him without even realizing, his lips connected with yours, your touch driving him crazy, his causing you to go insane.

"i don't think we should be doing this…" you mumbled breathlessly when your lips finally disconnected, even though you were so wet you could feel it in your panties. rafe simply laughed, shaking his beautiful head.

"i want you so much…" he said, and you knew he was being truthful, his pupils blown wide as he looked at you, his lips swollen from all the kissing.

"rafe, we really should stop…"

"come on," he squeezed your hips, "you can feel how fucking hard i am for you, can't you? just lemme… let me just put in the tip."

and even though every part was telling you to pull away from him, you couldn't help it, his cock teasing your entrance, rafe running his cock along, pressing it against your clit when he found it.

you moaned when you finally felt the tip of his cock invade your pussy, and even though you knew it was a bad idea; friends didn't do this, you couldn't help yourself.