#koala tea art

[worginarts]

‼️ICON FLASH SALE‼️

YOU THERE. WITH THE FACE. Do you want an icon!? Of course you do!

From 12/13 to 12/27 I am running a sale on them! Normally $30 for a fully shaded icon - they’re now $15!

Thats right, HALF OFF. Use them for Facebook, Instagram, TikTok, Twitter, Twitch, you can even use them for online D&D tokens!!!

Act now!

(I literally have $0, please help.)

[breezy-cheezy]

Febuwhump day 1: Touch Starved

Boy can’t say something like “I don’t deserve to cry” and NOT expect a hug....

[acetier]

will you be drawing any more of torin and varre? no rush at all, but i am lowkey obsessed with them now 👀

ask and you shall receive, anon :^)

[smash-chu]

Electrifying and with a taste for making that everyone else's problem. It's so incredibly happy seeing piñatas scurry as it zaps them. Unfortunately doesn't excuse the distress it brings, however.

What's long, wiggly and has big teeth? A lot of things, but the Bobateel is certainly one of them! Bringing about a zen to any garden they help soothe fellow piñatas which have been scared or upset.

The fact that the Cacaopo is distinguished by its lack of flight when compared to its louder Parrybo cousins really got to its head. It's only a matter of time before you'll see a plane overhead piloted by one of these beany piñatas.

The Kokoala is good at two things, climbing, and falling down. So good at falling down in fact that there's a rumor that somewhere there roams a sour one that specifically tries to fall on passerby piñatas and people! Ridiculous, i say.

More papery friends~

[cryptid-creations]

#3178. Koala-tea

Hey all~ just 24 days left for our Apricat Plush Kickstarter! We're nearly two-thirds of the way to our goal. On top of the plush, we are also offering artwork prints, postcards and original watercolor sketches :) https://www.kickstarter.com/projects/apricatplush/apricat-plush

[benetnvsch]

Going through old notes and found some doodles of my favorite guys,,,,

[babyleostuff]

hi! could u do minghao as ur bf?

sure thing! here is your mingaho request! hope you'll enjoy this one <3

MINGHAO AS YOUR BOYFRIEND

genre | a lot of fluff

author's note | if you want me to write this with any other member that I haven't done yet, let me know <3

𓆩♡𓆪 I believe in cuddly Minghao when he’s tired

𓆩♡𓆪 he is cuddly even when not tired 

𓆩♡𓆪 but I just know that he hangs off of you like a koala after a tiring day 

𓆩♡𓆪 he has his arms tightly wrapped around you from behind, while he rests his head on top of yours (or your shoulder if you’re taller)

𓆩♡𓆪 and just waddles behind you, not letting you go 

𓆩♡𓆪 will coo at you at the most random times if you’re being extra cute to him 

𓆩♡𓆪 you’re the definition of the aesthetic couple 

𓆩♡𓆪 even if you’re not that into fashion, it’s just an excuse for Minghao to dress you up and complete different outfits for you (with some items from his own wardrobe) 

𓆩♡𓆪 not because he thinks your fashion sense is bad, it’s just one of his passions and he genuinely enjoys putting together matching outfits and dressing you up 

𓆩♡𓆪 and if you already have a specific type of aesthetic, he will try to look for such pieces of clothing to buy and match with you 

𓆩♡𓆪 like Jun, is very glad that he can share his culture with you 

𓆩♡𓆪 takes you on multiple trips around China whenever he has free time from schedules 

𓆩♡𓆪 even though you were very nervous before meeting his family, he knew that they’d love you endlessly (just like he does)

𓆩♡𓆪 unlike Jun, he is not that good of a Chinese teacher 

𓆩♡𓆪 teaches you cuss words and corny pick up lines 

𓆩♡𓆪 so, in the end, you have to turn to Jun to get some proper teaching 

𓆩♡𓆪 you are his muse and a number one source of inspiration 

𓆩♡𓆪 another basic ass cliche, but he loves taking pictures of you and most of the time, you’re not even aware that he is taking them 

𓆩♡𓆪 but those caught off guard photos are the best, as he always insists that they capture the “real you”

𓆩♡𓆪 has a whole album of your photos, both on his phone, as well as a physical album 

𓆩♡𓆪 because he wants to make sure that one day when you’re older, you can sit down and open a physical album and look back at your youth through those photos 

𓆩♡𓆪 loves to take you out on museum dates 

𓆩♡𓆪 you stand side by side, holding hands and talk about the art 

𓆩♡𓆪 sometimes you make the stupidest and most random interpretation of the art pieces, which make you both laugh out loud 

𓆩♡𓆪 besides being the aesthetic couple, you’re also the sassy and judgy duo 

𓆩♡𓆪 even if you didn’t consider to be such before meeting Minghao, YOU ARE NOW 

𓆩♡𓆪 because what can be better than side eyeing people with your boyfriend 

𓆩♡𓆪 like, your basic sunday afternoon consists of drinking tea and spilling the tea (you see what I did there)

𓆩♡𓆪 tries to teach you how to meditate 

𓆩♡𓆪 shows you different ceremonies of making tea 

𓆩♡𓆪 you even agree to attend some yoga classes 

𓆩♡𓆪 (how it turns out is all up to you, personally I HATE meditating cuz I just keep laughing, SORRY HAO)

𓆩♡𓆪 he doesn’t really get jealous, not because he doesn’t care about you, but because he trusts you some damn much 

𓆩♡𓆪 if he sees anyone trying to flirt with you, he simply comes up to you, puts his arm around your waist, kisses your shoulder or cheek and sends you a gentle smile

𓆩♡𓆪 he just knows that you’re endgame and no one has the power to change that 

𓆩♡𓆪 likes to read with you (or to you) before sleep 

𓆩♡𓆪 it helps him to relax and it always makes him feel more connected to you 

𓆩♡𓆪 he tries to teach you their dances 

𓆩♡𓆪 and if you’re not feeling confident or you think you look silly, he chooses other, easier dances

𓆩♡𓆪 because even if you’re not the best dancer in the world, he’ll make you feel like you are one

your messages <3

[cutiecorner]

♡ Regressor Damian Headcanons ♡

He will always be the littlest guy in the world to me and regression can happen at any age so. Baby dami rambles with cg alfred and bruce under the cut!!

He represses his regression hard at first

He's always done it, but he always immediately tries to train it out of himself. It doesn't work

When he lived with his mom he would go climb into her bed. She didn't mind and always allowed it

Initially that's as far as he'd allow himself to go with it, just being held by his mom. He felt small and safe with her, and that was enough

When he moved to the manor he didn't think the separation from his mom would be a big problem. He was wrong

He hated to admit it, but he was terribly homesick. Especially on nights he felt small he just wanted was his mommy, but he pushed it all down

Eventually it all became too much for him and he started crying in bed

Bruce and Alfred immediately noticed and came to help him - it was one of the first tender moments between the three of them

Bruce got to hold Damian, which he'd never done before

Despite all evidence to the contrary Bruce is a great cuddler, and he loves it. He's big and soft and safe. Damian immediately burrowed into him and refused to let go

Damian was always carried by his mom as a baby, so he still loves being carried. He clings to Bruce like a little koala

He'll just climb into people's laps at any given moment. Usually Alfred or Bruce, occasionally Dick.

In general very clingy while regressed, he doesn't like to be alone

Though he likes to have someone in his presence, he likes to play by himself. He gets upset when someone interrupts his intricate stories

He loves to draw and make art of course. Paint is his favorite medium, he loves to finger paint.

He does enjoy pacis, though it took him a while to warm up to them. They calm him down when he's upset.

He doesn't like a lot of cartoons, they're too loud and overstimulating. The few he does like are Kipper, Angelina Ballerina, and Little Bear

He has a few stuffed animals he holds very dear. He won't buy them for himself, they're all from various people in his life

He loves to bake cookies with alfred. More accurately watch alfred bake them, but he helps where he can (he loves to stir and eat some dough)

He also enjoys having tea. He refuses to call it a tea party but that's what it is. He brings his stuffed animals and pets and everyone gets a cup.

He adores his pets as always. He's always with at least one of them.

He does throw tantrums sometimes, usually when he frustrated. He usually ends up more upset then angry, he'll cry and need a moment to calm down. That's okay though, he never gets in trouble for expressing himself

He loves to be treated like a prince like his mother used to. He has trouble asking for it but he expects to be spoiled and waited on, and Alfred and Bruce are happy to oblige since he's usually so independent

[earthry]

Papas and Arranged Marriage (Regency AU Headcanons)

sfw mostly, mild reference to sex but nothing descriptive. reader x papas, arranged marriage, hurt/comfort, fluff, angst, tw: talk of weight loss from depressive episode. inspired by pride and prejudice for the most part.

Primo

The Emeritus family boasts wealth and status, and though your parents offered your hand, the chances of the proposal being accepted were very slim. The Emeritus brothers were always receiving and rejecting proposals, after all.

Primo never married because he never fell in love, but he ends up accepting your proposal due to the fact that he’s not getting any younger and he would at the very least like to have someone by his side for the last decade of his life.

You were a little dismayed by the fact that Primo was much older than you, but from the first moment you meet, he’s a gentleman. Courts you properly despite the marriage being arranged. You’ve more than a little charmed by his modesty and humor.

You leave that first meeting feeling butterflies in your chest you never thought you’d experience.

Spends a lot of time with you so that you can learn more about each other and choose the best flowers from his garden to gift you every time you see each other.

Always takes your hand in his and presses a gentle kiss to it.

The fact that he’s older actually gives him a edge, he’s very well versed in the art of seduction (in other words, the slow courting to bringing you to his bed, it’s all a very sensual and pleasurable process).

He ends up falling half in love with you by the end of the first month of meeting you and on your wedding night, he confesses his love wholeheartedly as he holds you in his arms.

Enjoys spending sunrises in his garden with you snuggled in his lap as you share stories and conversation over tea.

Secondo

Bitter old man who breaks your heart from day one and regrets it as he slowly gets to know more about you.

At first viewed the marriage as purely transactional and told you he would be a good husband but never fall in love with you so don’t have any expectations.

The wedding itself was lavish and a huge party  because it’s Secondo (who had a lively night), but for you, you were very lonely. You were the first to retire to your rooms.

He’s attentive to your needs but emotionally distant and you resign yourself to your loveless marriage. Though you sleep in the same bed, he never touches you. You assume one day— probably soon, he’ll probably find a mistress and the thought makes your heart ache.

As you live together he begins to learn more about you; especially as you get more comfortable around him. The first time you snap back at him he’s taken aback but also impressed.

Your confidence only grows from there and he learns how headstrong and witty you are.

One night as he’s staying up late to work to figure out a hard situation, you make an off handed comment about something that catches his attention; it ends up solving the issue he was struggling with and since then, he’s gone to you for advice more than a handful of times.

Secondo finds himself drawn to you more and more and one day, you wake up with your arms wrapped around him like a koala. He’s staring right at you and you immediately apologize, letting him go and untangling yourself, but he stops you. He says it’s okay and he doesn’t mind.

You agonize about this all day, and end up crying to him and telling him not to get your hopes up— this breaks his heart because he didn’t expect to fall in love with you but he has and his previous words at the start of your marriage haunts him.

He comforts you and takes you in his arms and promises that he’s serious and that he was a fool.

You share a kiss— a real kiss, tender and sweet and full of emotion. You end up crying again, but this time with happiness but it alarms Secondo all the same. You end up laughing through your tears and telling him he’s an idiot and he pouts but woefully agrees you might be right.

Redoes your wedding night, ravishing you and treating you the way he should have that fateful night. He kisses apologies against your skin, intertwining your fingers together as he makes love to you. He makes a vow right then and there that he will always do his best to make you the happiest wife ever. He tells you he will be a good husband and he will love you for the rest of your lives together and even after.

Terzo

Didn’t really agree to the proposal but Papa Nihil and Sister Imperator threatened his inheritance if he didn’t accept. The marriage was mostly to keep him in check because of his behavior and constant partying and troublemaking.

Actually pouted when you told him that you wouldn’t sleep with him until your wedding night. The few times he tried to tempt you before time, you gave him a run for his money, leaving him horny, strangely still aroused, and confused.

After he realizes that you won’t be just another one of his conquests and that you’re serious about this engagement; serious about this marriage, he become a little more mature about the whole thing. Which is a good thing because you’re about this close from calling the whole thing off.

Tries to court you properly; the first time he does so, sending you a proper letter and having flowers and gifts delivered to you, you are suspicious. 

You interrogate the poor man the next time you meet in person and he apologizes for his previous behavior; you’ve caught his intrigue and he wants to make things work between the two of you.

Begrudgingly, you accept his apology and tell him that he’s on thin ice.

From there, he’s on his best behavior which stuns and surprises most people including Papa Nihil and Sister Imperator (”Maybe this was a good idea, after all.)

On your wedding night, you expect Terzo to jump your bones immediately but at this point he sees you for so much more than just another body; he’s already half in love with you and takes you to bed slowly, taking care to go at a comfortable speed and to be attentive to your needs. He’s a good lover, after all, and he’s eager to prove it to you.

In the morning, you wake in his arms with him gazing at you with affection. He kisses you good morning and tells you that he’s a very lucky man. He admits he’s falling in love with you and you tell him he’s cheesy-- he blushes and flusters and is about to protest when you catch his lips in a kiss and tell him ‘me too’. 

Copia

The youngest of the Emeritus Brothers, and your childhood best friend. The two of you would get into all sorts of trouble as kids and you were often scolded by your parents for playing with him. Despite his high standing as a Emeritus, they thought he was much too strange and odd for you, their beloved only daughter.

You would always disobey their orders to stay away from him, and when the two of you were of age, social balls and parties were spent at each other’s side; gossiping and giggling about others and sneaking out to the garden for a more quieter atmosphere where he could let his rat out of his pocket.

When he first received the news that he was to be married, he was heartbroken. He’d always imagined it to be you by his side— but your parents always refused any request of his to court you.

The news of him being engaged hit you hard. You locked yourself in your room to cry and refused to come out for days. When you finally came out of your room, your parents scolded you and told you to move on. You were of age after all, and would soon be married off as well.

You were out with a chaperon one day when you passed by Copia with his fiancé, escorting her to a beautiful restaurant. Your favorite restaurant, actually. When you return home, you lock yourself in your rooms again and refuse to eat.

You’re so miserable that your health begins to suffer and you fall very ill— this alarms your parents who despite their strictness, love you very much. They call many doctors to see you, but none are able to help.

Word of your health reaches Copia who visits you immediately; he’s still very much in love with you. Your parents reluctantly let him visit, mostly due to your pleading.

You cry as soon as you see him, and he rushes to your side and takes you into his arms. He’s alarmed by how much weight you’ve lost, how pale and sickly you look. He comforts you, tells you he loves you. Reassures you he will always be there for you. You’re too tired to do much except for nodding and sniffling against his shoulder. Eventually you fall asleep and he carefully untangles the two of you to speak with your parents.

After a long and excruciating talk, he gets your parents to agree to let him court you— he cancels his current engagement despite the backlash, and the next time you wake he’s by your bedside with a bouquet of roses.

Your recover little by little after that, and on your wedding day you both cry during your vows. In the morning, you wake in his arms to him snoring at your back and you couldn’t be happier.

[dailyunstableeve]

Fluff and Angst

Shadowheart x reader (no specific gender)

My maladaptive daydream made me write this. No proofread.

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You woke up with Shadowheart next to you, you couldn't tell how long she was looking at you sleeping. You didn't question anything and just pull her closer to you, snuggle up with her, embracing her warmth. This isn't the first time you wake up with Shadowheart looking at you, you remembered the first time, she told you, “you look so adorable when you sleep and I want to take in the peace we fight so hard to get and now we're here next to each other with nothing to worried about.”

Shadowheart gave you a kiss on the forehead and both of you drifted back to the dreams with you in her arms. 

When you wake up again, you're no longer in the embrace of Shadowheart. You were in confusion for a few minutes until you smelled the scent of freshly baked bread, the bittersweet of coffee’s scent coming from the kitchen. You quickly wash up yourself and skip your way towards the kitchen, excited like always to eat Shadowheart’s cooking. 

“Look who finally woken up,” you made your way next to Shadowheart, she gave you a quick morning kiss and passed you a plate of mixed fruits, you made your way to the back door and got welcomed by all of the animals both you and Shadowheart adopted. 

“Good morning to you all,” you chuckled as you watched all of them circling around you, you picked a space and placed the fruit plate on the floor. The pets couldn't wait anymore, they were already digging in. 

You returned to Shadowheart, hugging her from her back, planting soft kisses on her neck, wondering when the breakfast would be done. You turn into a koala bear, you cling onto Shadowheart everywhere she goes until both of you are seated down by the dining table. 

After breakfast, Shadowheart and you will have only different duties, she will be grooming the pets while you'll be cleaning up the house. 

You looked at the art portraits of you and Shadowheart painted for each other by the fireplace while you're cleaning. You remembered that day, both of you used the shade of the tree to block out the sun, holding hands, watching the pets running free on the field. You brought out the paints and two empty canvases, challenging her to paint, then let the pet pick who painted better. 

You painted the colourful flower field with Shadowheart standing in the middle, how the wind gently blowing by, lifting the silk of the dress along with it, Shadowheart had her hair down, white as snow, pure, looking like a princess who finally discovered freedom. 

As for Shadowheart, she painted the moment when you, her and all the other party members reunited again, the joy on your face, the hair that she braided for you that night, the perfect details. 

The competition was a close call when Shadowheart asked all the pets to pick who’s the winner. Shadowheart won the competition because of the squirrel she adopted a few months ago. The squirrel has been your little enemy since then, all because she kept on sticking onto Shadowheart whenever you wanted to hang out with her. Months passed, you and the squirrel made peace, all thanks to the speak to animal potion, both of you talk out the terms. 

Time flies fast when you’re focused, the chores have been done so you and Shadowheart decided to sit out at the bench, enjoying the afternoon breeze. You rested on Shadowheart’s shoulder as she rested on top of your head, enjoying the cold tea you have brewed while cleaning up the house. 

Since Shadowheart had made breakfast for the day, you take the turn to cook dinner. Shadowheart would sit on the counter, sipping her favourite wine, drinking the sight of you cooking. Whenever you pass her just to grab something, you will take a chance to steal a few kisses from her. Meantime, she will tell you about all the adorable things the pets did during the day, and you can hear the pets responding to Shadowheart’s comments from their shed just by the kitchen window, you will just laugh along because Shadowheart will try to argue back with the pets while she basically on the losing side but that doesn’t stop them to have a cute interaction. 

After dinner, both of you will take a walk by the beach, taking off the shoes, allowing the sea to brush through both of your feet, the coldness that brings refreshment. Holding hands, walking next to each other, Shadowheart would look at you with those lovely eyes, listening to every word you say, perhaps some old story you haven’t told her yet, she listens to it all. 

You and Shadowheart ended your day filled with activities, it’s time to hit the bed. The squirrel will be sleeping in above both yours and Shadowheart’s head, you feel the warmth from Shadowheart’s hand, running gently on your arm, causing a little tickling sensation. You would try to ask her to stop, despite you enjoying it, having Shadowheart’s touch on you, makes you feel alive, belonged. 

You snuggled up to Shadowheart, you could hear her calm heartbeat, like a lullaby. Shadowheart gave you a kiss on the forehead and fell asleep together. 

Morning arrived, you opened your eyes, finding yourself alone on your bed. You got out from your bed, washing up yourself then sit in front of your study table, turning on your computer, staring at your screen as a voice played, 

“Good, I was just starting to miss the sound of your voice.”

[worginarts]

Lil’ sketch of Alastor because why not?

[metalheadmickey]

joy list 🍹

tagged by my sweethearts @howlinchickhowl @heymrspatel & @whatwouldmickeydo to do one of my favorite exercises. thanks for kicking this off, howl 💜

candles that are for specific purposes. some are lit for fic writing, some for original fiction writing, some for reading, some for overall ambience. candles that have Reasons. you know?

the grumbly sounds my cat makes while she's building a blanket nest. how she'll bury her face in the blanket.

the insanely tender things my husband says to me. also the brilliantly stupid things he says to me. he's so dumb and hot.

crying. i cry a lot! sometimes it's real nice.

trying and loving fun new beers.

feeling so intimately close to my friends even when they're far away from me. the internet can be magical.

related: when the group chat is popping off.

gay star trek art in my home.

gallavich. holy shit. i love them.

beautiful and filthy things written and drawn by my incomprehensibly talented friends.

writing and sharing my own dumb words.

like julissa, i've been painting my nails recently. it's been years! i stopped doing it for gender reasons, then that made me feel like i wasn't allowed to. then i finally decided that was stupid. it was a journey, as these things sometimes are.

oh, gender euphoria. mostly found in beautiful mundane little moments.

fun new opportunities. advocating for myself.

when howl and i have one of those days where we'll text each other every little thing that happens.

post-workout endorphin rush. feeling myself getting stronger and having better endurance.

movie nights.

a really good old fashioned. this is always on my joy list lol.

trying new recipes. i've been getting good at cooking. i think i have good cooking instincts.

getting pictures of my friends' pets.

sharing a meal with my favorite people.

getting to be bundled up in my house when it's cold out. under a blanket, multiple pairs of socks on, candle lit. tea. yes.

oh, the tea my mil got me for christmas. so good. and the beautiful teapot my husband's grandmother got me.

the renewed sense of excitement i have for my au. i started working on it again a few days ago.

intimacy. kissing my favorite people. touching their hair, holding hands, cuddling. being a koala on them. sharing secrets and stories, laughing, crying, eating, drinking.

this is a big list! sorry! just joyful right now. tagging @gallawitchxx @whatthebodygraspsnot @gardenerian @rereadanon @deedala @thisdivorce @crossmydna @tanktopgallavich @juliakayyy @sleepyfacetoughguy @palepinkgoat @sam-loves-seb @too-schoolforcool @sickness-health-all-that-shit @ohkate @energievie if you're feeling it and haven't done it yet 🩷

[raccoonhearteyes]

Part I  | Part II  | Part III | Part IV  | Part V | Part VI | Part VII | Part VIII | Part IX | Part X | Part XI | Part XII | Part XIII | Part XIV

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Epilogue 

March 11th, 2019

“So you’re the girl Clarke has been hiding all these months. It’s great to finally meet you!” Octavia sweeps Lexa into a hug, welcoming her into their home. 

It’s not the first time they’ve met. They’ve actually met several times since Clarke came knocking on her door back in January. But each time, Octavia forgets. Each time, she’s greeted anew. 

Clarke squeezes her thigh under the table, a soft apology for the repetition. They haven’t quite navigated how they’ll deal with this as more and more time passes. Not meeting the new girlfriend when it’s only been a handful of months is reasonable. What happens when it’s years? A decade?

June 12th, 2020

Clarke has a second exhibit of Lexa portraits. 

Lexa grabs a glass from a nearby tray, and sits back to watch her girlfriend work. She loves watching Clarke talk about a piece, the way her eyes light up, the way she moves her hands to show what she was talking about. 

She watches the one person who remembers her listen to and answer questions from some buyer on the other side of the gallery. She looks good, all business focused. This is the same girl who sprinkles cinnamon in her tea, koalas around a warm body in bed, paints Lexa and only Lexa. She’s suddenly struck by just how much she loves this girl. How much happier she has been since watching her stuff appetizers into her purse at some event two years ago. 

By the time Lexa makes it to Clarke, the evening is winding down. 

“How did you like it?” 

“Looking at a room full of my own nudes? It’s a real ego boost,” Lexa jokes, “But seriously. I love it. Even better than the last one. I’m so proud of you, Clarke.”

“Is it weird for you? Coming in on my arm and having no one remember meeting you before?” 

“It is, but I like seeing you work. I like being able to come support you. It’s worth it.” She brushes a lock of hair behind Clarke’s ear and kisses her cheek. 

They’re walking home in the dark, fingers tangled, still buzzing from the excitement of the evening, when a shadow appears from an alleyway. They both think they’re about to be mugged, before they realize they recognize the shadowy figure. 

Lexa steps protectively in front of Clarke.

“You shouldn’t be able to do this,” he sneers, “Your art was mine in our deal.”

“I asked for her in every capacity. That included my art, apparently,” Clarke flaunts, “Careful with your wording next time, dearie,” she parrots the words he used against Lexa so many times back to him.

His eyes glow red again, fuming with anger. He steps closer to Lexa, staring her down, then snaps his fingers, and disappears. 

They both check themselves over again to make sure they’re not hurt. He’s just as bound to his contracts as they are, but he did something, they’re just not sure what. 

Later that evening, Lexa finds her first gray hair, and smiles. He restarted her aging. He’s going to be so angry when he realizes that makes things easier for her.

October 8th, 2020

Clarke has a ring box in her sock drawer. She’s had it for months, but she cannot fathom leaving it there any longer or she’s going to explode. Sometimes she looks at Lexa and her heart feels like it is about to pound out of her chest. She thought you were supposed to grow out of that after dating for so long. Apparently not. 

Being in love used to mystify her. She used to worry about the other shoe dropping. Too afraid to give someone else so much of her heart and trust them not to break it. But she looks at Lexa and all of those worries disappear. She looks at Lexa and sees the woman she’ll grow old with. The fact that that doesn’t terrify her terrifies her. 

She probably should have hidden it somewhere less cliche. She doesn’t even think about it when she tells Lexa to grab a pair of her fuzzy socks from her drawer when she complains of chilly feet. 

When Lexa emerges from the bedroom clutching that not-so-well-hidden box moments later, Clarke’s brain kicks into overdrive. 

“Clarke, what’s this?” Lexa asks.

“Shit, you weren’t supposed to find it like this,” Clarke decides now is as good a time as any. She really should have rehearsed this, written something down maybe. She scrambles to take the box from Lexa’s hands, “Lexa, I have loved you since before I could remember. Literally. We met dozens of times, and each time was new, and each time I fell for you. Even though I couldn’t remember you, I had this gut feeling, this wrenching feeling that I was missing something because I was. I was missing you. You complete me. You make me a better artist. A better person, and I want to spend the rest of my life with you. Will you marry me?” 

If comes out as a jumble of words, all tripping out of Clarke’s mouth at once, but she bends down on one knee, looks up earnestly at Lexa, and opens the box. 

Lexa’s eyes look watery, and then she says the last thing Clarke expected, “Clarke, I can’t,” and Clarke feels like all of the air was sucked out of her lungs. Oh god. Has she misread this the whole time? Clarke stumbles and she snaps the box closed and moves to stand, when Lexa’s words seem to catch up to her own brain. 

“Wait, that didn’t come out right. I would love to, but I can’t.” 

Clarke’s lip wobbles, “That really doesn’t sound any different.” 

“Clarke, my name can’t be on a marriage license. You literally can’t marry me. Your friends and family don’t remember meeting me. How would that even work?”

“It’s not for them. Or the state. It’s for me. And you. It’s for us. Of course I know your name can’t go on a license. I know I reintroduce people to you regularly. The point is that I love you, and I want to be able to call you my wife, even if we do a ceremony of just us in our pajamas at home.” 

“Oh,” Lexa softens, she blushes a beet red and shuffles a bit in her borrowed fuzzy socks, “Is it too late to change my answer then?” 

Clarke slips the ring out of the box and places it on Lexa’s finger. Her eyes are misty and her smile is so bright she can’t help but taste it, but not before whispering, “so stupid” in the space between them first. 

They wear dresses and buy rings and a cake the next month. Saying vows in front of Clarke’s childhood stuffed animal that sits on the shelf in the living room.

September 5th, 2034

By Clarke’s fourth show, she’s earned herself quite the reputation. She’s famous for her portraits, all of the same woman. Only of this same woman. Art critics call her Clarke’s “Secret Muse.” They write essays about how no one has ever met her. There’s speculation of if she’s real or just a figment of Clarke’s creativity. 

“Listen to this one,” Lexa calls from the couch, "As I stand under the largest piece of Ms. Griffin's latest tantalizing exhibition, aptly named, Stranger in Plain Sight, it is hard not to feel as though I should know this woman beyond the void of mere charcoal and bristle. Beyond the beauty and whimsy of such an elusive muse; an ethereal kind of elegance painted in what can only be described as liminal glimpses into her soul. Each canvas serves as a piece of the greater puzzle, an obscure abstraction dangling on Ms. Griffin's ever elusive string, one that makes this particular viewer yearn for the surely sublime knowledge of even knowing this subject's name," Lexa reads with a snort while sitting in a ripped pair of boxers and a T-shirt with a coffee stain. "But, dear reader, I can say with confidence such a void remains between artist and ardent viewer. Where Ms. Griffin has seemingly left no stone unturned with her muse, alas, we woeful patrons are condemned to collect her only in brushstrokes, and the most verdant hues of green."

Clarke giggles from the kitchen table, “It’ll never get old that you have met half of these people and they’re still completely unaware. You shook her hand last year at the Met for god’s sake!” 

“They haven’t made deals with the devil, don’t judge them!” Lexa sassing back. 

There are rumors about why Clarke wears a wedding ring. If the mystery spouse has been the muse all along. Interviewers frequently ask why they aren’t present, and Clarke just answers with a knowing smirk, usually with Lexa on her arm, or at the very least making eye-contact with her across the room.

The mystery adds to the value. 

May 5th 2088 

By the time they’re old and gray, there are hundreds of portraits of Lexa. Her life is captured in glimpses and pieces on canvas. It is the only mark she is able to leave in the world. Lexa feels like every bit of her soul has truly been seen by the world, whether they know it or not. Clarke leaves a big enough mark on the world for both of them.  

In her old age, Clarke begins to forget things. She’ll forget where she is, if she’s taken her pills, the directions to the drugstore. But she never forgets Lexa. Sometimes she’s confused in time, lost back somewhere in her twenties when she sees a painting of Lexa done in their youth.

“That’s my wife, you know,” Clarke says. 

Lexa answers with a fond smile, “Yes, love, I know.” She kisses a wrinkled hand. 

When Clarke passes at 88 years old, Lexa knows for certain that Clarke was the best part of her life, and with her mark in the world irrevocably there, she lets the darkness take her soul. 

[kikohao]

AAAAHHH MIA 100 FOLLOWERS!!!!

okay event 1!!

i am the oldest daughter, oldest grandchild oldest cousin. Classic kinda gifted kid burnt out story. Uh my fave colour is very specific (green but like the colour of leaves after it rains). My ?fashion?) style is comfort > looking good. Contrary to popular opinion i love traditional clothes and yk lawyer type fits. Uh i dont think ive ever liked a red flag in my life. Im a green flag girlie till i die (aaron warner was nOT it for me) i used to read alot like a book a day. I also am told im very optimistic. I am said to be kinda scary when im actually mad bc i just dont get mad. If i get mad it means that's bc someone has crossed wAy over the limit. Im an introvert through and through (literally 94% introverted) unless im w my friends. I get infp every time i do the mbti test and once my friends did it for me and they still got infp. I love giving gifts its like my fave thing ever when you see the smile on their faces. My fav love languages (receiving) would be physical touch and acts of service bc i love physical touch but i cannot initiate it (sometimes when im sleepy enough i just cling to my friends like a koala)

ANYWAY I JUST REALISED THIS IS ALIT SO IM SORRY BUT HAPPY 100 FOLLOWERS MY LOVE <3 💓

i ship you with...

MINGHAO!

honestly, i think with all the info you've mentioned, you and minghao would make a good match! (you can hear me sobbing in a distance)

imagine ; - picking out cute outfits with him, both your fashion senses just compliment each other (we love a power couple) - reading x painting ,, imagine being in a quiet room with only him, you reading a good book while he's painting you. there's nothing heard but the clinking of glasses of tea he's made for you <3 (love is louder when quiet 🤭) - being an introvert, both you and minghao just get each other. imagine coming back after a long day of school/work/uni falling into his embrace, talking about your day ARG BUTTERFLIES 😭 - physical touch x quality time is just IT. you CANNOT tell me otherwise!!

tropes ; slow burn, college au, strangers to friends to lovers, meeting through your college clubs (painting & reading, basically arts), accidental confession

a/n ; OMG HAFS YOURE SO CUTE THANK YOU SO MUCH BABY <33 AND NOO ITS NOT A LOTT I GOT TO KNOW TONS ABOUT YOU NOWW HEEHH <33

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[ink-selfship-shenanigans]

One of my favorite Ink headcanons is that he loves food- He doesn't need to eat, but he loves trying new things, and he just marvels at how much heart and soul people put into making food!

They could've just prioritized whatever's the most efficient, but no! They create recipes and have big family cookbooks and there are all sorts of little shops for different kinds of food! It's all so fascinating to him!!

Ink absolutely adores the little things that make people, and the world they live in, feel alive. And he wants to be part of that!! I imagine he likes grilled cheese, squid ink noodles, boba tea, and funfetti cake! And a friend and I joke that he loves the Unicorn Frappe, since his lack of a soul means he can stand all of the sugar lol

He's not the best in the kitchen, since he's so forgetful and spontaneous and gets easily distracted, but he certainly tries! At least he can cut onions without tearing up, so he'll be more than happy to do that for you ouo

If you're cooking or baking something, he will follow you around the kitchen like he's glued to you- Maybe he'll compliment you on how good the food smells, or cling to you like a koala and refuse to let go until you give him attention, or sneak a taste of batter while you're not looking >:D

I like to imagine Ink turning on some music and dancing with us in the kitchen, and saying there's batter or smth on your face just as an excuse to kiss you on the cheek- Silly shenanigans all around!

On that note, what if Doll Ink can't eat but he likes having tiny toy food to pretend yall are eating together :D

YES!!!!!!!

Ink is definitely very curious about new sensations

And yeah!!!! He would be fascinated by the concept of cooking and complex recipes and such

Plus it counts as a form of art I guess!!!!

[gutz4gorey]

Associations for [Tamás]!

animal: maine coon cat, koala, bull

colors: sepia brown, pear green, peony pink

month: May

songs: “Glamorous” by Fergie, “Buttons” by the Pussycat Dolls, “Rules” by Doja Cat

number: 2

plants: lazy daisies, pancake plant, Monstera Deliciosa “Swiss Cheese Plant”

smells: cinnamon, vanilla, caramel

gemstone: Red Jasper

time of day: 8:00 pm

season: fall

places: Michelin Star Restaurants, Art Galleries, Archives, Concert Halls, Museums

food: Chicken Paprikash, Mac and Cheese, charcuterie

drinks: champagne, chai tea lattes, vietnamese coffee

element: earth

astro sign: taurus

seasoning: garlic powder, onion powder, smoked paprika

sky: Overcast

weather: Nippy

magic power: Mind Control type Siren Voice

weapon: poison

social media: snapchat

makeup product: lip gloss

candy: Belgian chocolates

travel: train

art style: oil paintings

fear: Metathesiophobia

myth: Narcissus

stationery: Stapler

emojis: 😴🖕🥂🧀💤

celestial body: Venus