#cg set

[solplease]

SPOILERS FOR DAY 4 OF 14DWY!!

i was actually losing my mind when i played day 4 lmao, so.... redraw time!!

i hope i drew it well enough haha

[xinyuehui]

AN ALPACA CAN WALK UPRIGHT THROUGH TRAINING AN ALPACA CAN WALK UPRIGHT THROUGH TRAINING AN ALPACA CAN WALK UPRIGHT THROUGH TRAINING AN ALPACA CAN WALK UPRIGHT THROUGH TRAINING

滤镜 Filter · 2025

[chaosxyzevolution]

Number 96: Dark Mist

[yoosung-ah]

"I feel happy knowing that we breathe under the same sky."

[leonawriter]

So, so much can be said for body language.

And, of course, Door Analogies.

I'd love to have more to show for this but Ayin. Ayin please. They just don't show Ayin doing much more than "hands-in-pockets." Which... I'd have to admit is also a big part of this post because I could just go "okay, here's most of Dante's art in the CGs" and that's all just Dante doing the "hands-in-pockets" too. As seen in the first three sets.

[lesbiheon]

favorite things about changkyun: — his habit of messing w/ the cameraperson

[blueneil]

Souji in Kondou eyes vs literally anybody else

[berrymoos]

on the topic of rg jayvik w older kiddo vik & tyke jay ,, vik bein the sassiest little monster around & jay—bless his heart—following in his footsteps bc he is nothing but a sponge absorbing the mannerisms of those he luvs <33

[diapered-bun]

Agsjfo just thought of a surprise birthday party but the surprise is you are going to get treated like the baby you are, kiddo themed everything and all the gifts are diapers and onsies and other age appropriate gifts.

[vexedmilky]

People talk about how weird Kaito's goatee looks all the time but tbh he looks so much better with his goatee because what the fuck is this ToT

[wistfulwatcher]

everything I’ve ever watched for carla gugino ROADIES (2016) as SHELLI ANDERSON

[valentjin]

filed under "screenshots of Raphael that look like VN romance cgs"

[anominous-user]

triple threat end card but with the honkai inpact trio. and also bald TT.

[drop--pop--candy]

theoretically. making a visual novel where a character had a random different set of sprites for every day wouldn't be THAT hard right? like you could just have a random number picker choose a different set

[zofi-persson-quotes]

RYGB are using an Ouija board

Red: Tell us… Is there a spirit in this house?

Vic in their Ghost form, through the board: YES.

Green: Great! Rent is due on the first of the month.

Blue: Oh, and movie night is on Friday if you want to hang out.

Vic, confused: WAIT, WHAT—

[mooodyblue]

hello my dear lily!! no rush for this request at all but any time u feel like writing more cg!austin I would love to read some! maybe reader slips while they’re on vacation together. (yes I’ve been smiling looking at pics of kaia and aus in paris together 😭❤️)

sooo late but thank you for the request friend !!! hope u enjoy 🫶🏼

pastries and jealousy

pairing: cg!austin butler x gn!little!reader

wc: 1.2k

➸ masterlist

austin was a busy man, never seeming to catch a break. but when he was presented with the opportunity to go to a launch party for his perfume in paris—he took that as a perfect opportunity for the two of you to have a romantic getaway.

paris was okay for the most part. you attended events with him, went for nice walks together, and stayed curled up in bed every morning till it was time to get up. it was nice to have some time with him after such a long time. you missed this, missed him. although, there was always a strong pang of jealousy whenever he was mingling with others at the fashion events he attended. he was yours, nobody else's. seeing him give that dreamy, bedroom glance to someone else made you feel awful.

after coming back from a launch party, the two of you were silent in the cab ride home and austin definitely noticed. austin often joked when the two of you were apart that he just had a feeling you weren't having a good day, so being next to you? he didn't even have to ask if you were okay or not. 

he placed his hand on yours, resting between the two of you on the seat. “what's wrong?” he asked, glancing over at you staring outside the window. he got even more concerned when he saw your thumb slip between your lips—a habit you had when you were anxious about something. he reached over and grabbed your wrist, “don't do that.” 

you let out a whine in response, crossing your arms with a huff as you looked out the window.

he couldn't help but chuckle to himself at the pout on your face despite your obvious annoyance. “you feelin’ little, baby?” he asked, rubbing your back gently. 

oh, how you wished you could stay mad at him. his gentle touch softened you up, glancing at him and then down at your lap. “i dunno…” you muttered. before you left for paris, you promised yourself you wouldn't slip. not while on a much-needed vacation-that-wasn't-really-a-vacation. you didn't even pack your paci or a stuffie. what an awful time for you to suddenly regress.

“that's alright.” he pressed his lips against your temple and kept a hand on your back, trying to think of something to cheer you up or even help you fully slip. he had packed an emergency bag for times like this, except he had it at the hotel. but it was clear you needed a boost, and that's exactly what he was going to do for you.

he glanced out his side of the window, noticing a small bakery on the corner. never in a million years did he think he’d be giving you sweets for no reason, but he thought you deserved a nice pick me up…or maybe that was a valid reason.

you were surprised when he brought you to a small bakery, the fresh smell of baked goods and coffee filling the air the moment you stepped in. your eyes were glued to the glass windows, looking at the various pastries and breads the place had to offer. 

there was so much to choose from….various macaroon flavors, cakes, sweet breads—it was taking everything in you to not jump out and down in excitement. 

“....you hear me?” 

you stood up straight, looking at austin. “huh?”

he put an arm around your shoulder, shaking his head, amused by how had suddenly drowned him out. “i said—you can pick out a few things. whatever you want, baby. my treat.”

“anything?” you gasped, looking back at the desserts. 

“yes, anything.” he repeated. “i’ll even buy us a couple of hot chocolates, that alright?” 

you let out another tiny gasp, holding onto his arm and stomping your feet excitedly. “i want whipped cream!” 

he adored how excited you got over small things while little, he was practically beaming with happiness just by looking at you, unable to keep the smile off his face. “what's the magic word?” 

“please!” you answered proudly. 

“good job, baby!” he kissed your cheek and let you finish looking at the various pastries. 

austin definitely splurged a little too much on you, but it was a local bakery—he even made sure to tip well. he got the two of you a seat in the corner to prevent anyone coming up to him or having anyone take sneaky photos of the two of you. this was his private time, he wanted to spend it well with you.

he had a tiny box of macaroons and a box of various pastries to share. you're brain wasn't able to fully pronounce some of the words, so you pointed as he told the barista what you were pointing at. 

you thanked him as he set everything down on the table, holding the warm cup of hot chocolate between your hands. 

as you were about to take a sip–austin took a sip first, giving you a soft smile and completely unaware of the white, creamy mustache on his upper lip. you let out a soft giggle, looking at him and covering your mouth to stifle back a laugh. 

“what?” austin raised an eyebrow, “whats so funny?” 

you kicked your feet under the table, giggling again. “you have whipped cream on your face!” 

his eyes widened, looking at his reflection on his phone and turning red before going to wipe it off. “okay, okay. it's not that funny.” he mumbled, “eat a macaroon.” he quickly said to change the topic.

an eclair, tart, and a few macaroons later–you took a sip of your own hot chocolate, carefully holding the mug between your hands as you drank carefully. austin knew you were a bit clumsy when little, so he held up the bottom of the cup to give you a bit of support.

you set the mug down, your upper lip now covered in whipped cream. 

he chuckled at you, “how cute.” he grinned. “seems like my mustache has somehow teleported to you.” he dipped his finger into his whipped cream and booped your nose, “there we go, perfect!” 

“daddy!” you whined, dipping your finger into yours and getting some on his cheek. 

“alright! okay! i surrender!” he laughed, wiping his face off with a napkin then wiping off yours. “silly baby.”

after finishing your hot chocolate, he tossed the leftover desserts in a bag and wiped up your face again—clearing of any chocolate or sticky residue from the sweets. “you still mad at me?” he asked, wiping off chocolate from the corner of your lips.

you sighed, “thought daddy got sick of me.” you said with a pout. 

“me? sick of you? oh, sweetie.” he kissed your forehead, “you're my baby. i don't know what gave you that idea, but i’m yours and yours only. alright?” he stood up and took your hand, the other hand carrying the plastic bag. he led the way out of the bakery and back into the cool, crisp paris air, holding your hand as you wandered back to the hotel. 

your arm was hooked under his the whole way, eventually stopping to look at him. “daddy?”

he gave you a soft smile, holding your hands in his. “what's up, baby?” 

“‘m sorry for gettin’...jell–jel–jea—” you stammered.

he waved it off, “jealous. i think that's the word. it’s a big word, isn't it?” he crouched down, “a word that little ones like you shouldn't even be worried about.” he squeezed your hands gently, “i love you, baby. big or little, you'll always be my baby. are we good now?”

you nodded, looking down at him. “okay.” you hugged him tightly, almost making him stumble backward as he let out a laugh. “i love you too.”