#mintea

[yandere-wishes]

🌈💖✨Send this to the twelve nicest people you know or seem to have a good heart and if you get one back you must be pretty awesome 😎💜💚💙🩷

Hehe gotta send to you 💚💚💚

MINETEA!!!! ILYSM!! This is so sweet😍💞😍💞 THANKY YOU 💓🫂💓🫂💓

[just-some-random-irken]

Me and the other Mineta fans:

[nicolae]

Ce este inteligența?

Sfetcu, Nicolae (2024), Ce este inteligența?, Cunoașterea Științifică, 3:2, xxx,   What is intelligence? Abstract Intelligence, often considered the pinnacle of human knowledge, is a construct that has fascinated scholars, scientists, and philosophers for centuries. The origins of intelligence can be traced back to the evolutionary journey of life itself. In the natural world, intelligence is not…

[artofmintea]

Sometimes you just gotta sketch out some crackships 💚 for the heart

[mintea-in-space]

Thinking about long hair Copia

Teenage Copia growing it out, long enough to reach past his shoulders. Sister teaching him how to braid his own hair so it stays out of his face.

Young adult Copia cutting it to shoulder length, too busy to deal with the maintenance. He always has it pulled back in a low, short ponytail. It has such pretty waves when he does let it down. Him growing out his sideburns to match.

Cardinal Copia, cutting it short because keeping it tied back was giving him headaches, and occasionally migraines. He misses it though, eventually growing it out just a little when he becomes Papa. Still short enough to slick it back for rituals, but just a little longer.

Cirrus opening his eyes up to clips. Big chunky ones that holds her hair back without pulling at her scalp. Dewdrop and Phantom showing him different hair ties that won’t damage his hair when he does pull it back. He becomes overly fond of scrunchies.

Copia growing it long again, to just barely past his shoulders. Copia wearing it half up half down, the top tied back in a little ponytail he can hide under his mitre. Copia with little French braids that start at his temple and connect in the back. Copia with bed head so outrageous you wouldn’t believe it was real. (The ghouls all have a contest going on to see who can get the best picture of it.) Copia enjoying having his hair played with, by anyone. He’ll let Aurora just try new hairstyles on him all the time, just for the fun of it. Cirrus teaching him different kinds of braids and hairstyles until he finds his favorites.

Copia hunched over his desk, hair pulled back in a clip, strands falling out at his temples where his fingers had run through it, reading glasses still perched on his nose as he works.

Copia and the girls going out shopping for hair stuff, Dew tags along just because. Copia coming back with all kinds of bits and bobs.

Copia having all kinds of scrunchies with all kinds of patterns and colors, he loves matching them to his outfit for the day, loves adding a little personal touch.

Copia getting a rat shaped claw clip for his birthday, and he wears it everyday for like a month. It’s silly looking, googly looking eyes and cartoonish shapes, but he absolutely adores it. It’s his favorite clip.

Copia getting dressed up for one thing or another, doing his hair for it. He is partial to French braids, and he adds little hair pins that sparkle in the light, little crystals and gems inlaid in gold that pop against the color of his hair. His ghouls love helping him take it down at the end of the night, like a little scavenger hunt for sparkly things. He hems and haws but he adores it, loves that he doesn’t have to do it himself, and they always get everything too, never missing a single pin.

Nsfw Thoughts Below

Copia’s hair pulling kink coming up with a vengeance. Dew and Swiss absolutely love taking advantage of it, tugging out whatever it is holding it back and tangling their hands in it. Dew will gather it back in his fist and use it for leverage as he fucks him from behind. Swiss just tangling his fingers in it right at the base of Copia’s neck, tugging to make his head tip back and expose his throat so he can nip at it. Copia lets loose the prettiest sounds every single time.

Rain likes leaving it tied back, likes watching as copper strands fall out, as pieces stick to his temples and forehead. He likes seeing how messy he can get it, making Copia ride him until he falls apart. Mountain just loves seeing it fanned out on the pillow, strands of grey sparkling in low light. He’ll just run his hands through it, murmuring in Copia’s ear how pretty he is, such a pretty Papa, all soft words and gentle touches.

Cirrus getting him all dolled up, curling his hair, pinning it back, shiny little hair clips littered all over his head. Sometimes she does his face too, mascara darkening his lashes and rosy blush on his cheeks. She calls him her good girl and he melts, all wound up even though she technically hasn’t even done a thing yet.

Aether gently running a hand through it to hold it out of Copia’s face, his nose pressed to the curls at the base of Aether’s cock. Copia leaning into the touch, eyes fluttering shut as Aether holds him there. Him losing track of time, until at long last Aether pulls him off, pausing for a moment before pulling him back down. Copia letting him use him, those big hands tangled in his hair making his mind melt.

Aurora grabbing it in both hands as she rides his face, every little tug making Copia’s hips jerk. He loves when she gets rough with him, loves when she just yanks him where she wants him. His eyes roll back as she grinds against his mouth, barely able to breathe but neither of them caring. He nearly cums untouched just from that, and when he says so she gets this little glint in her eye. A shiver runs down his spine when she tugs his hair again, and he knows it’s going to be a long night.

Copia all alone in his room, hair pulled back in a normal braid. Copia sliding a hand into his sweatpants and stroking himself to hardness. Copia brushing the loose bits at his hairline out of his face, lower lip caught between his teeth as his pulse jumps. Copia wrapping a hand around the braid and tugging, letting out a squeak as his hips jerk, the spark of pain melting into pleasure. Copia panting as he loses himself in his own touch, chest heaving and back arching as he tugs over and over and over until his head tips back and he spills into his hand with a cry.

Just. Copia with long hair.

[jax-interacts]

jax

is this

is this you

Do I look like a pathetic little meow meow?

[mirrorball-simmer]

This is my founder for my playthrough of the Not So Berry Challenge, I'm a little bit late to the trend but I am so excited to start playing. My sim is named Mintea Leaf, and her aspiration is Chief of Mischief, with the traits vegetarian, materialistic, and jealous. These are the rules for the generation:

Master scientist career

Complete Chief of Mischief aspiration

Master mischief

Master logic skills

Complete elements collection

[un-suflet-anonim]

Nu-mi serviți voi mie lecții de viață, când însăși viața mea a fost și ește o lecție de viață pentru mine însumi.

Cu respect, duceți-vă dracu'!

@un-suflet-anonim

[brandnewcitymp3]

fave first time watches of each month bc i now watch enough movies to do this lmaoo

[mintea273]

New fic dropped!! It is Chilumi this time!! Check it out if you're interested :D

[yandere-wishes]

Ohh saw the latest post that your intp 5w4, been wanting to share this site with friends. It goes somewhat in detail about mbti along with the ennegram

These were the mbti and ennegram matches for intp 5w4. Sadly not all the mbti has the option to see their mbti and ennegram together, like enfj, istj etc. But in a way... not all info is on certain mbtis along with the ennegram, like my one doesn't show what infp 6w7 is like as parents, etc.

OMG YOU'VE MADE ME OBSESSED WITH THIS SITE. It's so flattering and poetic all at the same time. You kinda feel like whoever wrote this knew you personally! Guys seriously go check it out where's the site.

Here are my fav parts!!

NGL I do feel like this is an accurate description of my mind. I'm a really childish person and I find my interests to be repulsive to people that's why I don't really talk about things I like with others.

I do over-analysis everything! And I mean EVERYTHING! Like I can read something random and I'll be turning that thing around in my head like a rotisserie chicken for days!!

This is the prettiest way someone has ever described the relationship between me and my mind!!😍😍

Like I said I'm obsessed with this site!! Thank you so so much for showing it to me Bestie!! 💞💖💞💖

[artofmintea]

sigh

[ciochinaflorin]

44 I 2025. CHIAR DACĂ AR FI SĂ UMBLU [Psalmul 23.4 I 1 Samuel 25.1 I Iosua 23.14] 13 Februarie 2025

44 I 2025. CHIAR DACĂ AR FI SĂ UMBLU … I Podcast I Pasaje Biblice : Psalmul 23 : 4 I I Samuel 25 : 1 I Iosua 23 : 14 I Meditaţii din Cuvânt I Cezareea I Reşiţa I 13 Februarie 2025 I Chiar dacă ar fi să umblu … Dar citatul întreg este acesta : „Chiar dacă ar fi să umblu prin valea umbrei morţii, nu mă tem de niciun rău, căci Tu eşti cu mine”. (Psalmul 23 : 4) Continue reading 44 I 2025. CHIAR DACĂ…

[artofmintea]

Sakura, my beloved 🌸~<3

[mintea-in-space]

For @wrathofrats I’m sorry I blacked out and made this, Dew being a little creep

Dewdrop doesn’t know how it came to this. Another deep breath in through his nose tears a high pitched moan from his throat.

That’s a lie. He knows exactly how it started. But he can’t be blamed for it! No, this is Cirrus’ fault, not his! She just had to drop herself down on his face, grind against his nose and tongue before he could even reach to tug her panties off. All he could do was hang on for the ride, those lacy black panties getting soaked with slick and spit. She’d grabbed his horns and purred about what a good boy he was, getting her all nice and wet. His eyes had rolled back, moaning against the fabric as her taste and smell consumed his senses.

So yeah, totally her fault. Absolutely her fault that he had to sneak into her room when she was out and rummage around in her laundry bin like some kind of raccoon in a dumpster, and the moment he got his little claws on his prize he bolted. It was just one pair after all. Just one. And really, how could he hold himself back when he felt how soft they were, silky smooth and still covered in Cirrus’ scent? How could he stop himself from wrapping the pretty little thing around his cock and stroking until he saw stars, until the fabric was ruined?

So of course he had to steal another pair. He had to. The pair he had smelled like him now, and that wasn’t Dewdrop’s goal, not what he craved. The new pair was a lovely teal, with a row of ties on the hips holding the front and the back together. Dewdrop pressed them to his nose, eyes fluttering shut as Cirrus filled his head. He could get dizzy on it, she smelled so sweet, and almost minty, and Satan below he couldn’t help himself. A shaking hand reaching down to squeeze himself through his pants, a shaky moan spilling from his mouth. He ended up cumming in his pants, chest heaving.

And then it just…spiraled from there. It became a habit he just couldn’t seem to stop, no matter how hard he tried. So here he is, kneeling on his bed with another pair held against his face. His hips jerk into his hand, quick and a bit uncoordinated, pre dribbling over his fingers as his tail lashes. These panties were ruined before he got them, they still smell like slick from whatever Cirrus had been doing in them. Before he can even think to stop himself his tongue darts out to lick the inside of the crotch, and oh.

They still taste like her.

Dewdrop’s voice echoes around his room, hands shaking as his eyes roll back. It’s easy to imagine Cirrus here, easy to imagine her tangling those dangerous claws into his hair and yanking his mouth against her. That purring voice talking about how good he drinks her up and how cute he gets when he’s pussy drunk. He’s so close, shoving the soaked panties into his mouth so he can tangle a hand in his own hair and tug hard. His cock twitches in his hand, flushed and leaking and it’ll only take one, two, three more thrusts-

“Well, what do we have here?~”

Dewdrop’s eyes snap open, freezing in place. Cirrus leans against his doorway, a knowing little smirk on her face that makes his stomach clench.

“So this is where my panties have been disappearing off to.” The ghoulette casually saunters into the room, arms folded across her chest. She must’ve just gotten back from work, vest already shed and the top several buttons of her shirt undone. Dewdrop shudders, wide eyes darting around her face. He pants through his nose, trying to even out his breathing as if he wasn’t just seconds from cumming before she walked in. Cirrus stops at the end of his bed, head tilted and tail lazily swishing behind her.

“Don’t stop on my account, go on.”

Dewdrop shivers, hand falling from his hair to grip his thigh. His face burns, the desperate need to defend himself bubbling in his throat. And yet…opening his mouth would force him to drop the panties, and he just can’t make himself do it.

“Aw, did you need me to tell you how? So caught up in a pair of fucking panties you’ve gone all dumb?” Cirrus’ voice is smooth as honey, but he knows that tone. That tone means he’s royally fucked. A whine spills from his throat and Cirrus laughs. “Go on, Dew. Stroke yourself, and go nice and slow for me~”

And really, it isn’t his fault, head dipping down and cheeks flushing. It’s not his fault he can’t say no.

[jax-interacts]

you look like a pathetic little meow meow

anyways

whats your opinion on him

his name is bob

Bob needs some fucking pants. He's banned from Spudsy's until further pants