#cordiform

[bluesfuneral]

[izzymrdb]

sometimes i wish i could lick mold and see new colors instead of another hospital trip and more antibiotics

[grubbb]

[cuties-in-codices]

chansonnier cordiforme

drolleries from the heart-shaped chansonnier de jean de montchenu, or chansonnier cordiforme. savoy (france), c. 1470-75

source: Paris, BnF, Rothschild 2973 (979a)

[newt00th]

Le Chansonnier Cordiforme, c. 1470, music manuscript ― facsimile by Vicent García Editores of Valencia, Spain

[reallypheelingit]

my part of an art trade with @terra-tortoise !! it's his bogsneak Carya the enthusiastic archeologist!

[refairy]

Omg hii I missed you!!! How are you<3

hi jess! i missed you too 🤍 i’ve been good, hru?

[morningwitchy]

now that the actual pattern is done, i wanted to drop my mountain of work in progress sketches/plans for the cordiform collection over here.

a small fun fact about me: i love vampires. this collection accidentally became very vampy for me - im even planning on theming the photoshoot around it. the "creature of the blood" items spawned from that vibe actually! (side note, if these do well i also want to make "creature of the night" variants in black chiffon with moonflowers and a bat wing shaped collar)

some planned items arent here at the moment - notably a new cloak design, but in rich dark velvets.

let me know what you guys are vibing with <3

[xoxochb]

thought this was cute 🙂‍↕️

——— ౨ৎ ⊹ ࣪ ˖

you hear incoherent babbles leave percy’s mouth in between pecks to your neck. words you can’t understand if your life depended on knowing them. you laugh lightly and ask him for clarification. he continues pecking at your skin in between his words,

“I love you,” he murmurs. and repeats the same phrase between every singular kiss. it leaves a strong flutter of butterflies to swarm your tummy. you nearly squeal and tightly wrap him in your arms, kiss the top of his head and tell him he’s loved equally as much. you refrain and let him continue kissing your neck. he trails each peck up higher progressively, your jaw, your chin, each cheek, your nose, cupids bow, closed eyelids, forehead, and back down, claiming your soft lips with his. quickly, the kiss is cut short by his uncontrollably wide smile, forcing him to pull back.

“stop smiling, weirdo,” you whisper-laugh, attempting to force his lips back onto yours. his grin is too wide. “stop, stop, stop!”

he can’t. physically, mentally, astronomically, psychologically, he’s in too much of a lovesick daze to do absolutely anything but smile at the mere thought of you. forcefully, percy bites down on his bottom lip to suppress this, and when he’s calmed he slots his slips with yours successfully this time, once, twice, three times, a fourth, between each a quiet ‘I love you’ as he tries to deepen each kiss. you feel his tongue swipe across your bottom lip, a silent plea for you to open your mouth to allow him further access to it. you do obediently.

and his, one, hand find themself in a tangle of your hair as he keeps your head impossibly closer to him, the other curling around the belt loop of your jeans. your hands, nearly similarly, are placed on his shoulders to steady yourself atop his lap. your intestines twist in your tummy, you hope in some kind of cordiform shape— that’s all you feel. even when percy pulls back only a tad, smiling against your lips, you mirror his expression and peck his lips once more before cupping his face between your hands, a simple action for you to admire him.

he does similar, resting his arms around your waist now.

“you’re really pretty, perce, do y’know that?” you peck his nose.

“I think you’re really pretty too.”

you can’t help the audible squeal that leaves your lips. you fulfill your previous desire and wrap your arms around him dramatically, relentlessly kissing the top of his head. this is, undeniably, the perfect moment.

[idcaboutart]

inspired by Chansonnier Cordiforme

[rosie113]

hey!! would you do a reader in baby blue lingerie smut?

𝚋𝚕𝚞𝚎 𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚎 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚌𝚢 𝚓𝚊𝚌𝚔𝚜𝚘𝚗 ⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖

𝚒'𝚕𝚕 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 '𝚝𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚊𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚒 𝚍𝚒𝚎 ⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖

he’s already undeniably head over heels for you, you know this, but the second he sees you in your pretty lingerie— and it’s not just lingerie— it’s blue, his fucking favorite color. his cheeks are reddened, utterly speechless at the sight of you, the blue lace perfectly hugging every one of your curves, he could eat you whole right then and there!

you do a little twirl for him atop tippy-toes, earning his eyes tracing over every inch of you, beginning from the top of your head, your delicate facial features, hair cascading over your shoulders, blue lace, your perky tits practically begging him to touch, the curves of your waist, your legs he desperately wants to wrap around his shoulders, and down to the bottom of your perfectly pedicured feet. he doesn’t care tear his eyes away from such a sight as you, no, anyone would be silly to do that.

percy doesn’t know where to start, maybe say you look great— scratch that, you look fucking sexy— or should he just eat you out right on the spot? or trail his fingers over your skin and the blue lace? let you model for him? his head spins a million miles a minute he’s sure at any moment he’ll pass out from the overwhelming sensation.

“ya like it?”

like it? like it, love it, worship it, currently thanking lady duff-gordon of lucile for creating the concept of lingerie in the first place!

“I- I… yes! It’s…” the words quickly diminish from his tongue. he can’t seem to form a simple coherent sentence. especially not when you climb onto him, legs straddling his lap, and there’s no doubt in his mind that you can’t feel feel his major hardness through the fabric of his jeans.

timeskip ⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖

you hear incoherent babbles leave percy’s mouth in between pecks to your neck. words you can’t understand if your life depended on knowing them. you laugh lightly and ask him for clarification. he continues pecking at your skin in between his words,

“I love you,” he murmurs. and repeats the same phrase between every singular kiss. it leaves a strong flutter of butterflies to swarm your tummy. you nearly squeal and tightly wrap him in your arms, kiss the top of his head and tell him he’s loved equally as much. you refrain and let him continue kissing your neck. he trails each peck up higher progressively, your jaw, your chin, each cheek, your nose, cupids bow, closed eyelids, forehead, and back down, claiming your soft lips with his. quickly, the kiss is cut short by his uncontrollably wide smile, forcing him to pull back.

“stop smiling, weirdo,” you whisper-laugh, attempting to force his lips back onto yours. his grin is too wide. “stop, stop, stop!”

he can’t. physically, mentally, astronomically, psychologically, he’s in too much of a lovesick daze to do absolutely anything but smile at the mere thought of you. forcefully, percy bites down on his bottom lip to suppress this, and when he’s calmed he slots his slips with yours successfully this time, once, twice, three times, a fourth, between each a quiet ‘I love you’ as he tries to deepen each kiss. you feel his tongue swipe across your bottom lip, a silent plea for you to open your mouth to allow him further access to it. you do obediently.

and his, one, hand find themself in a tangle of your hair as he keeps your head impossibly closer to him, the other curling around the belt loop of your jeans. your hands, nearly similarly, are placed on his shoulders to steady yourself atop his lap. your intestines twist in your tummy, you hope in some kind of cordiform shape— that’s all you feel. even when percy pulls back only a tad, smiling against your lips, you mirror his expression and peck his lips once more before cupping his face between your hands, a simple action for you to admire him.

he does similar, resting his arms around your waist now.

“you’re really pretty, perce, do y’know that?” you peck his nose.

“I think you’re really pretty too.”

you can’t help the audible squeal that leaves your lips. you fulfill your previous desire and wrap your arms around him dramatically, relentlessly kissing the top of his head. this is, undeniably, the perfect moment.

AHHH I LOVE THIS TYSM FOR THE REQUESTT ⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖

[lupeloto]

galladrabbles "to be with you"

@galladrabbles time with a prompt from @sweetbee78 : "to be with you" by mr. big !

the two lay glued to each other on the cordiform mattress despite the abundance of room on either side.

“what’s the one thing you wanna do in our first year married?” ian asks, both staring at the ceiling in comfortable silence.

mickey glances over with a warm smile, stealing a glimpse before reverting his gaze to the ceiling.

“hm. to be with you…guess that’s enough.”

“you guess, huh?” ian teases.

mickey breaks into a smile, his eyes crinkled at the sides. ian stares back in awe of the sight, his muscles officially jelly.

“it’ll do,” mickey leans closer. they melt into each other.

[mirrorsartworks]

Another dragon, this one of Grub for FR user Cordiformed!

[greengalaxy-254179]

LETS FUCKING GOOOOO!!!

Latest scatter of my Ides of March permabab... It's so good but i don't know if it matches the eyes...

[hazshit-hotel-hater]

Angel Dust Redesign! (7/7)

FINALLY I AM DONE WITH THE MAIN 7 FREAKS.

Depending how I feel I might throw in some bonuses but these guys are your only guarantees! Going to be posting the full lineup separately because I don’t want to clutter this post!!

God okay where to start. I was talking about them in Husk’s post so let’s go with that. Angel’s clothing restrictions are his necklace and shoes. I might go on a bit of a tangent with this so forgive me 💔

For the necklace let me get this out of the way: yes it is a BDSM thing! I’m terrified people are going to take this as me being a weirdo but please as an adult content creator give me some space to explain before anyone jumps on me and hits me with a metal pipe. The intentions behind symbolism matter HEAVILY. I am against Vivzie’s portrayal of Angel’s abuse and the chain/collar imagery because it is blatantly either her being incredibly uncreative or her inserting her kinks into her shows. I think it is completely fine to use suggestive items in this way as long as the intentions are clear and not just there for no reason.

I would’ve probably done something else like a corset as a restriction, but I’d like to stop being so shy about Angel’s actual job. He is a pornstar and removing that outward aspect of him is taking a big chunk of his character away. I need more people to acknowledge that Angel enjoys sex and actively wanted to explore this side of himself. With the slip chain however, I would also like to portray how things Angel enjoys in his job have been used against him and made him come to resent what he does when he is forced into it. I think thats a pretty understandable thing to show.

This is harder to explain but the gist of it is just don’t be afraid to acknowledge Angel’s job. It’s okay to use sexual things as metaphors. Have you heard any christian song ever/hj

Alright with that out of the way, with the shoes. Angel’s feet are a large insecurity and discomfort of his which already makes his shoes some sort of restriction on their own, however if controlled, they can be made to stumble forward, fall over, etc. I wanted to show how Angel has freedom to go mostly wherever he pleases, though once again, that free will can be taken away very quickly.

I hated his suit so all suiting is gone entirely. He’s supposed to look attractive or eye catching at the very least. I’ve also added back the outer fangs he had in my first redesign!

I am much happier with the new one in comparison to this old guy. I know it’s only a few months old but you can really see how differently I draw him and the details I pay attention to more like the shape of his hair. Aside from the old one! I wanted Angel himself to still keep the reddish pink to show wrath and destain being masked as lust, except now his clothing is actually the pinkish-purple lust colour and it covers more eye grabbing parts of his body like the chest, hands, hips, and so on.

I don’t think I’ve ever outwardly mentioned Angel having polycoria but he does and it’s probably my favourite feature to draw aside from his hair. About the hair and fur: Angel used to have spots and basic stripes before his contract with Valentino, where afterwards they began to curl into their cordiform shapes. Most physical overlord changes with hair and skin tend to not go away, so depending on who you make a contract with it’s either a fun perk or a sort of scar.

Once again, not sure if I will be continuing with anymore in this specific lineup, but if I do end up posting more of these I really hope you like those too! 💣

[delicatuscii-wasbella102]

Cordiform Pebbles