#IM CRYING HAHAHA

[faeriegirl]

Autism stare

[footiehoemcfc]

yoooo😭😭

[nofreeno]

curses

[catcze]

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"What flowers do you like?"

Wriothesley asks one day, trying to seem nonchalant. Trying to make it look not as obvious that he's already mentally running through a list of Fontanian florists.

But you hm to yourself, frowning. "I... don't know. I've never really received flowers before," you say with a shrug, acting like it's no big deal. Wriothesley, though, has to catch himself before he drops the pen in his hand.

"Never?" He asks with wide eyes, head snapping in your direction, jaw dropping the slightest bit. "None of your past relationships ever got you flowers?"

You shake your head, not really bothered by the fact, and although you're nonchalant about it, Wriothesley immediately feels the gears in his head turn. That mental list of florists runs through his mind at double the speed. His finger absently taps on the wood of his desk, mind racing as he does some rough estimations. Unaware and unsuspecting, you merely go back to perusing the books in his office, running your hands over their worn spines, oblivious to the clench in Wriothesley's jaw and the determined glint in his eye.

A week later, and Wriothesley returns from the surface with a bouquet in his hands. It's nothing too big or ostentatious— that's not really his style. Instead, it's simple in its beauty and easy on the eyes. All sorts of flowers have been included, even ones not native to Fontaine. Cecilias from Mondstadt, Glaze Lillies and Qingxin from Liyue, Padisarahs from Sumeru, and even Fluorescent Flowers from Inazuma's Chinju forest, among others. All arranged by hands more skilled and talent more honed than he could ever hope to achieve.

Wriothesley knocks on your door, heart stuck in his throat, and can't help but laugh a little at how cliche it all looks. Him, standing in front of your door with a bunch of flowers in hand, desperately trying to fight down his blush when he hears a 'coming!' faintly behind your door.

When you swing it open, your greeting is caught in your throat, eyes wide as they behold the blue and white blossoms Wriothesley brought for you.

"What... what's this? What's the occasion?"

But he shakes his head, and at his behest you take the bouquet into your arms, holding it carefully. When you bury your nose among the petals, they smell sweet but not saccharinely overpowering. It's enough to make you want to cry.

"No occasion," Wriothesley says, one hand going to scratch at the back of his neck, his smile shy and bashful. "I just wanted to get them for you. Wanted to be the first person to ever get you a bouquet of flowers, you know? But importing them took longer than i expected and, well, I told the florist that I was giving it to someone very special so they spent some extra time on the arrangement..." He trails off, clearing his throat nervously. "...Do you like it?"

And that sets loose the tears behind your eyes.

Wriothesley panics a little when he sees how you blubber, sobs making your shoulders shake as you hide your face in the flowers. His eyes widen, a frantic apology on the tip of his tongue while he fears that he messed up somehow. But then you tackle him into a hug, arms wrapping around his shoulders, pulling him close until you can bury your head in his chest and cry. His arms wrap around you almost hesitantly, but when you nuzzle closer into his embrace and they tighten around you.

You're barely able to speak through your tears, words muffled around his undoubtedly ruined shirt.

"I love it." I love you, you really mean.

And how can you not? This sweetheart of a man bought you flowers just because he wanted to. Because no one else had before, and he wanted to be the first person to do so. All his sporadic trips to the surface for the past week make sense— you doubt procuring so many imported flowers so quickly was an easy task on top of troubleshooting the various hiccups of the fortress and sorting through some documents that found themselves on his desk. But he did it anyway, just because he thought it'd make you happy.

"I'm glad," Wriothesley murmurs. He rocks you back and forth in his embrace until your happy tears begin to subside. Then he clears his throat. "So, can I buy you another one next week, too?"

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[cynicallyneutral]

sasuke wants his new year's kiss :kissing_heart:

[ruinillusion]

akito i know what you are..

[stargirl230]

Special delivery!

Birthday card i made for a friend that i ended up really liking :)

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[cobaltfluff]

so i started playing persona 4

where are the QoL features

[tatakaeeren]

Gojo Satoru 💙 | Jujutsu Kaisen Manga chapter 222 "Omen"

[bunnyreaper]

great time to be a price stan and a football girlie

his team beats yours?

he's downright smug and cocky, making you take his thickness deep down your throat while he watches the post-match highlights. only sounds he wants to hear from you are your slurping and sucking. strokes your hair delicately while lounging, sipping his beer so fucking casually and just enjoying his girl, down on her knees and servicing him, making him feel like a man. strips off his liverpool shirt and dresses you in it, and only it. fucks you deep and slow and relentlessly into the couch, feeling like a real winner. only let's you cum when you praise his team and admit defeat.

your team beats his?

needs to take out his stresses on you. scowl on his face, pulls you off the couch and throws you over his shoulder. takes you to the bed, leaves you just in your team shirt as he pins you to the mattress and fucks his frustration out on your needy little cunt. rough hands gripping your hips, little bites at your shoulder as he ruts into you. forces an orgasm out of you for every goal your team scored, even though you beg for him to stop after the first. afterwards when he's cuddling you he admits it wasn't liverpool's best match.

[starsillys]

HUMANOIDs humanoids sdesigns for the silly’s SILLY

anyway a little (🤏) little more detailed description of their fits below the cut,,, no big deal if you read them hhaha (PLEASEPLEASEPLEASEPLEAPELEASPLE)

sam wears those Hawaiian shirts and wears mismatched socks (brightly colored) with sandals with brightly coloured yellow rubber gloves!!!!! He always wants to start cleaning but just,,, never gets around to it he’s so lasy lol (so much so he procrastinates on taking off the gloves as well wtf) , jade is kind of insane and is so cheery happy she loves pins and tags and stickers and stuffs and she always zooms around with her crazy skates with different colour wheels (everytime she zooms there’s a little rainbow trail coming from her shoes) she has her iconic pink bow obv and can pull out literally anything in her overall dress pocket… like pencils, lollipops, comically large hammers,,, it’s very silly!! KINITO he is not so flashy he’s kind of plain,, usually wears a tank top and shorts yk,,, or sometimes like formal dress shirts and ties when he’s getting slash srs!! He wears jammas,, absolutely dripped out when it’s the sleeps time,, got the epper fit with the candle and hat and nightgown, everything!!! He wears his glasses a lot,,, not just for reading (he has very bad vision overall)

[yintsukareta]

TW// SH, mentions of suicide attempt, blood, topics relating to it, ummm yeah so like maybe this is a vent but like shhhhh

It had all become too much to bear. (name) was tired. They'd ask themselves time and time again why exactly they hadn't continued with an attempt from months ago.

They knew it would be better. It would be much easier to just disappear. To be done with everything, and to just be buried 6 feet under the ground.

They took out a blade from the nearest sharp thing. A pencil sharpener. They took a bit of time to unscrew the nail on it before freeing the blade from the plastic.

(name) stared at it. It was sharp. Sharp enough to cut through the worthless skin of theirs. They took it and they pointed it at their wrist.

Cut

Cut.

Cut.

Their blood trickling to the surface of each cut. Their mind's thoughts filled with how much they deserved this. How they deserved each scar, each bruise, each little bad thing.

The door opened, letting in the light from the hallway into the room. "(Name)?" A familiar voice called.

Their thoughts dissipate in only seconds as they heard it. The door's light shining exactly on them, and the blade in their hands.

His eyes widen at the sight, before he quickly rushed to your side, taking the blade out of your hands and into his pocket.

He examined the cuts, before he looked up at (name) in a pleading way. His eyes feeling hurt that he wasn't there to bear it with his love.

They only turned away from him, feeling guilty about this. They felt guiltier than they did earlier. And it didn't help that he looked hurt. It only made them feel like they deserved these scars even more.

He quickly and silently finds a first aid kit, returning to (name), who was now sitting on the bed, looking as depressed as ever.

He took some bandages, wrapping it around their arm. After he was done, he put the bandages back, before quickly hugging them.

"Please.. Love, don't do this to yourself." He said, one arm holding their head, the other rubbing their back. "If there's anything.. Anything, at all on your mind. You can always tell it to me."

(name) felt tears forming in their eyes as they blinked, trying to keep them from rolling down their cheeks.

"If you can't tell me in person. Then you can write it to me." He said, still holding them tight in his arms. "If you don't want to tell it to me at all, then that's fine. Just please.."

He looked them in the eyes, his hands now holding (name)'s tear stained cheeks. "Don't do this to yourself.."

(name) couldn't help the sniffles and sobs that escaped from their mouth as they cried more.

He pulled them swiftly into another hug, rubbing their back once more.

"There there.. Let it all out. It'll be okay." He whispered, his voice calming and full of care.

It would be a lie if (name) said they didn't feel calmer. And they thanked the heavens that they had a caring partner like this.

[depravedangelbaby]

hahaha what if u fisted me until i cried n begged u to stop??

[skitskatdacat63]

"The body and face of this sculpture are in idealized youth, with plump cheeks and round face, and his hair is usually unkempt..his youthful appearance, large eyes, pouting lips, and layered locks of hair over his forehead are some of the iconography that can be used to identify him"

^ this quote is genuinely still fucking plaguing me. THIS IS LITERALLY SEB???? LIKE LITERALLY 2010 SEB SPECIFICALLY????? It is actually fucking me up how it is literally quintessentially Seb. Like big eyes...plump cheeks and round face...unkempt hair...pouty lips...okay okay okay!!!! And that Antinous is basically the peak perfection of pretty boy from that time, I'm like, yeah that's Seb to me 🥹🥹🤧🤧

But god the "youthful appearance, big eyes, pouting lips, and layered locks of hair over his forehead" Does that quote not evoke pictures like these in your head???????

I feel so unwell about it 😭😭 I am going through it 😭😭

[ghoulinfuschia]

Hi lmao

[cmlmrbl]

dipper and mabel — wait