#blooming panic quest

[fenmorre]

merry crisis

[oderu]

ignroe the fact im 3 days late SAY HAPPY BDAY TO MY FAVORUITE DISCORD MOD

[dysthymiia]

where the blooming panic boys like to kiss you —

because it's been like four months and i still can't get over any of them

— inspired by the lovely @cloudshuffle

xyx;

neck. often it's small nuzzles, sometimes it's gentle kisses, and in those rare occurrences where he's extra playful, it can even be taunting licks, but he's almost obsessed with cupping your neck with one palm and giving it the softest, teasing touches with his lips. it might appear more intimate than simply kissing your lips to some, but he's not quite at the level of bravery to just kiss you so easily, so your neck is just soft and intimate enough for him to kiss instead, and how you shrink and blush under him is a good bonus too.

quest;

lips. he's never been shy about showing his affections for you. he has never wanted, nor loved and cherished something as much as he has you, he sees no viable reason not to cup the back of your head as he kisses you, your strands of hair slipping through his fingers as they tense and relax against your scalp. the way he holds you is intense, almost predatory, as if he's claiming your entire body along with your lips, and he'll make sure everyone knows. while it can be overbearing, it's a surefire way to show he loves you, and loves you dearly, perhaps a little too much.

nightowl;

collarbone. he's always been a bit antsy, and you know as well as he does that he certainly doesn't have the best ways of dealing with his tendencies. so you let him curl up on your lap, encased in your arms, his head resting against your chest and his hands playing with your fingers, and he seizes the opportunity to kiss the ball of your collarbone and work his way up, then down again. it's a gentle mix of loving and possessive, sweet and passionate. and it gets you riled up quickly, which is never something to complain about.

nakedtoaster;

hands. he's never been one for affection, hardly knowing the first thing about physical touch. you've been patient with that fact, and he's ever so thankful. and as he musters up the courage to go further one day, one day soon, he takes your hand that was in the midst of braiding his hair, he takes it in his own and caresses it gently, bringing it up to his lips and leaving soft pecks from your wrist to the tip of your index. it's the farthest he can go without becoming a bumbling stammering mess, but it's adorably endearing all the same, and he turns into a red blushing disaster anyway when you let him know.

[rainywunderland]

Love interests that call you Angel>>>>>

[ilycove]

Quest mindlessly hums as he's supposed to be teaching you how to play guitar. He has you placed in between his legs, snuggled up nicely to his chest. You can feel his thighs rubbing against your hips, and you almost think you're dreaming.

His guitar strap is wrapped around your neck and his arms are over yours, mocking the movements yours are making. You can see his hands so clearly, so vividly. They're almost like a painting, his tattoo, bones, and veins sticking out perfectly, like a picture perfect memory.

He keeps whispering in your ear. Try this cord. You're doing so well. Now, place your index finger on this one. A little flatter. Bend your fingers more. Stay focused, angel. But how can you focus?

How can you focus when you can feel his lips against your ear? How can you focus when you can still feel his piercing gaze, burning through your skin? How can you focus when his chuckle is so light and airy, like something you would hear in your darkest fantasies? How can you focus when his body around you tightens, and brings you closer?

How can you focus with him around?

You feel the vibrations from his chest against his back, and you’re trying so desperately to block out all noise other than his instructions. You're trying not to listen to his husky whispers and his chuckles that make your heart flutter.

Quest’s rough pads of his thumb and index finger find their way to your chin, eyes looking down upon you with mischievous and teasing eyes. “My, we’re getting quite distracted there, aren't we?”

“Not- not at all, Quest. I’m focused. just like you asked me to.” You cleared your throat and forced your hesitant fingers to focus back on the cords you were playing, remembering his previous instructions.

“So obedient,” He chuckles once more, a deep noise resounding from the depths of his chest, eyes swirling with danger and scrunched up like he’s having the time of his life. 

(He probably is.)

“You seem rather nervous though.” His grip on you tightens and faux sympathy on his face completely disappeared, replaced with a cruel smirk. His thumb rubs on the corner of your bottom lip and he leans in closer, teasing you. "Do I make you nervous, angel?”

Your breath stopped completely, and your heart was beating so loudly you were sure he could hear you. Your eyes tore away from his sight and paid close attention to his lips, slightly dry and still pulled into a grin that only the devil would wear.

“You’re awfully desperate today, aren’t you?” His warm breath fans over your lips, spearmint and strawberries being your only source of air at the moment. He outright laughs at the way you shrink away from him and bite your cheek in embarrassment. 

His hand lets go of you chin, wrapping around the back of your head and pulling you closer. “That’s alright, though. You look absolutely stunning like this, wrapped around my finger.”

[anonymous-eggy]

some bp memes i made at like 1 am to make my friend laugh.

[opheestra]

Blooming panic + tumblr textposts lol

[pininiu]

My hand was so shaky in the bus

But finally I draw the discord mod, the mans who made me feel things

It was therapeutic to draw the undersketch

[stintsy]

Another Bloomic banner contest come and went, as always tons of fun loved everyones works in the Bloomic server this run around! Anyhow look at these lil romantic guys :bloomaww:

Also thank you @robobarbie for hosting and making your current banner my art appreciate you gamer (╯˘ -˘ )╯

[myriadium]

pretty boys doing pretty boy things

[kings-writes]

uhhh...thoughts on the bloomic Love Interests taking care of mc during their period...

This is hard because they would be both similar and different when it comes to this-

NightOwl is more exaggerative with his worries in a sense? than NakedToaster is. I mean like he is more expressive and would want to help out as much as he can, but you need to comfort him more (but he does make you laugh because of it). Buys as many pads and tampons as he can- you wont have to worry for a while. Loves when you rely on him- he likes knowing you come to him first when things like this happen.

Toasty is more composed- he is the type to run his hands through your hair and make you tea to help as best as they can, probably has a hot water bottle ready when he notices. He takes time off work because what are they supposed to do? Leave you in pain for 8 hours a day? Thats not what a good partner does.

Xyx picks up on it first- with his line of work it would be kinda hard not to. Easier to cry, pain is worse, and your appetite is fluctuating? Yep, it’s that time again. He planned it the day before, setting everything up so that you can relax and kick back. He doesn’t want you stressing, and Cat is great company for when he cant get out of work, usually bringing home more snacks than usual to help cheer you up while you cuddle on the couch.

Quest is the type to be more..service? Like he runs you a bath, the type to make you some food and usually you two take turns cleaning but he takes more of the work that makes it harder for you when it’s your period. He WILL NOT let you stand for too long because he knows youre in pain, he will carry you. He honestly loves taking care of you the most because you dont usually let him and he likes making life easier for you.

[fenmorre]

happy birthday mi amor <3

(IN MY DEFENSE I POSTED THIS ON HIS BIRTHDAY ON TWITTER DO NOT COME AT ME)

[chopboney]

Wakey wakey

Inspired off of Robobarbie's recent repost of Quest

[still-a-morosexual-help]

So I finished Blooming Panic and you should absolutely play it if you have the chance?

It's got 4 LIs (3 male LIs & 1 nonbinary LI) and MC's pronouns can be picked from she/her, he/him or they/them. The video calls are also completely voiced in English. It's got a bunch of interesting side characters. And for such a comparatively short game, each route is going to make you feel things

Is it a horny game? No, not necessarily. Is this the horniest route? YES. MAN IS GONNA BREAK MC'S FUCKING BACK

Kicking my feet, twirling my hair, giggling and melting into a puddle at his voice because h o l y shit

also the most wholesome route

He's just a little guy! A little fun gu- oh he's a little messed up.

You ever play a dating sim and come across a character and you go "that one. that's the one the devs want to fuck."

There's always that one LI where it's obvious they are the one the devs ship MC with and they were right

[shushuush]

After Work

[ilycove]

Quest likes to think he met you where the soul had met the bone, where your smiles and touches made his heart ache. His arms envelop you, calloused finger tips drawing sleepy circles into your waist. He sits and breathes you in, breathes you out.

Compared to him, you're little in his arms, really. You lay there with your head resting on one arm, and connecting little freckles of his like you're creating constellations with the other. The two of you just sit in serenity, not wanting to break the silence and tenderness that floats in the air quite yet. Part of you doesn't want to leave because, well you're comfortable, but if you'd turn around you would meet his pretty blue eyes that are like an ocean that threatened to swallow you whole. Or, willingly, you’d drown. And you weren't so sure if you’d want to be saved. 

Quest dips down to kiss the nape of your neck, relishing in the soft chuckles you make as you tighten your grip on his forearm. He doesn't budge a bit, and decides to bite softly as to not hurt you but to raise a few gasps out of you. His smirk grows when you glare playfully at him over your shoulder, and you can practically feel your faux melting at the sight of his face. 

You're drowning.

And you really, really don't want to be saved.

He presses a firm kiss on your jaw, waking you up further. As you sit up, he inches his one arm to your face again to bring you closer to him. He places gentle kisses on your cheekbones, the bridge of your nose, the corner of your mouth, wherever he can reach. He hums against your skin, "Good morning."

Quest's lips find your neck once more, becoming more firm as they travel down to your collarbones. You gently run your hands through his hair, bringing him out of his sleep driven trance. "G'morning. It's way too early for this."

You yawn almost instantly after saying that making Quest's smile grow wider. Sarcasm drips from his voice as he kisses your cheek again, and again, and again. "Oh wow, I'm hurt," he gives you a playful pout to counter your rolling eyes. "Really, I just wanted to show you how much I adore my angel. Is that so wrong?"

He brings a hand of yours up to his lips and matches his smile with your own. Neither of you mention how his voice dipped a bit when he called you yours. Neither of you minded it. If it were up to you, you'd adore it all the more if he'd just call you that forevermore. Hearing him say "angel" was like he reinvented the word and gave it a new meaning, like it was his initial around your neck. As much as it was yours, it was his. Forget your name, you just wanted him.

You met his eyes again – sinking and drowning and dying – and you give him a little kiss on his lips. Then another one. Then you two are one. Like a set of gloves, you just go together, you're meant to be.

You pull away with a whine, doe eyes looking into ones of a Greek God. "I have to get ready for work."

"No you don't. Just call in sick."

You squint at him but there's no malice behind your stare. A smile refuses to leave your bruised lips. "I've done that one too many times for you, they're gonna start getting suspicious."

"Then fake it. Pretend you have a sore throat. Just stay with me a little while longer." Another kiss is pressed to your knuckles and you're dead. You've drowned in him completely. And you're totally okay with that.

"How can I just pretend to have a sore throat?"

A toothy smile graces his features, painted with mischief and cheekiness, sculpted from the finest hands. "I know a way or two."

Quest laughs when you slap his chest and he laughs a little harder when he hears your laughter, too.

He means it when he calls you angel. He hears God themselves whispering behind your voice like background vocals in a song when you speak and he sees the gates of Heaven when you smile. In the so called ugliness of your tears he sees himself and that itself makes him yearn for you all the more. He pulls you closer to his chest, his heart in sync with yours. 

He knows he isn't a good person, but if he gets to stay here with you for just a second longer then he knows he did one thing right. You had become his home, a sacred oasis. If he was told he would die tomorrow, he'd be more than fine spending the time atoning for his sins in your arms.

Quest kisses your neck again. His lips travel, traced with electricity. He finds your  pulse point and lingers, kissing it softly. He attempts to kiss once more, but it's more smile than pursed lips when he hears your laughter again.

The ocean is not a home for angels. It's inhospitable, dark and unforgiving. But as long as you swear yourself to the tides and mutter its praises, it will hold onto you.