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sunkingwrites · 4 months

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I'm itching to make something so send me a blorbo and a colour and I'll make a little moodboard for you- it WILL take like 3 years so heads up ✌️✨️

#sunkingcreates #the peace sign sparkle is now a thing i do consistently i guess??#woooo #do iittt you know you wanna :]

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nebulaesys · 2 years

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Our first animated gif

Cute Peace Animated Emote

Daisy made the sketch so ty for that. This was surprisingly easy to make I need to make more. There's two versions ones very compressed in case it doesn't work.

-Phoenixx (Daisy Co con)

#vibrantlae #emotes #custom emote #custom emoji #discord emoji #asks open #custom #smile #peace sign #sparkle #cute #animated #animated emote #nitro

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thesketchfox · 1 year

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#peace sign #art #dress #sparkle #fox

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sheepkebby · 1 year

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Progress update!

Chapter 6 is going great so far! Just over 5,000 words now!

I am so sorry for what I am about to unleash on you guys.

But I stay silly :3

I have a convention to go to this month, plus some personal art to work on, but if all goes well chapter 6 will come out sometime this month or very early next month at the latest!!! I'll keep you guys posted!

#>:)#muahahahhaha #kebby rambles #kvtw updates #< new tag that i'll use for progress updates so i don't have to flood the proper kvtw tag with updates #woop woop #love u guys very much see u later mwa mwa #does an anime pose with a peace sign and sparkles

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arkhmlcst · 1 year

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oh and i couldn’t get to draw bucket axolotl khare but i did make a design for khare off my memory of the fc so erm. enjoy @oculusxcaro

#{{ khare vc : SPARKLE ON GIRLS !!!! ITS WEDNESDAY!!! DONT FORGET TO BE YOURSELF ( FOURTEEN BURIED 39 FOUND )#— * ooc #{{ sorry for so many ooc posts !!!!#{{ oh and i gave her reptile eyes ( aka pupils ) so erm. yeah . don’t mind the shitty uniform i can’t remember what the diner uni looks lik #{{ drew this in my math class #{{ just above u can see dewey and khare doing a peace sign becausd I don’t know actually. i like doodling #( forgotten memory ) / * archived .

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rachelfaye-art · 1 year

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For Huevember! So much pink! Gyaru girl doing a peace sign and a big pucker. I figured a super busy background would be fitting here lol.

#huevember 2022 #glitter gyaru anime girl #lots of bracelets #stars diamonds and sparkles #peace sign pucker selfie

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thepitycryingparty · 17 days

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Hey cc(can I call you Jospeh?) I thought up another reblog game and thought you’d enjoy it! Instead of squidhmellow consider,,,build a bear plushies! (Totally not biased as they’re great cuddle size and u need some that remind me of him) well I’m not really sure how to end this but yeah :3

YEAHYEAH, you can absolutely call me Joseph!! Love seeing my sources name being used!

THIS IS SUCH A GOOD IDEA, I'll definitely do this in a little while! I was one of the very lucky kids who grew up going to Build a Bear multiple times (was not high income by any means growing up, but my mom was unbelievably sweet in spoiling me in that because I use to play Build a Bear online all the time.) So, I'm very experienced in knowing a lot of them!

#just gotta finish up the other ppl who did my ask game while I was bedridden lol!#Im super hyped you recommended this... It makes me wish official f/n/a/f ones existed since they do so many collabs #I have the pikachu and twilight sparkle ones! they're the only non original ones I own #my favorite was the peace bear I had as a child and took everywhere. my mom was a hippie her whole life #so I always had a bunch of clothes that had peace signs on it and I chose that bear because of it to match lmao #asks.🐻

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sylphtear · 7 months

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I need a hug so bad. Conceptually, of course. Otherwise I think I'd become as heavy as a corpse and never want to leave.

#oh and I'd either start sobbing or fall asleep #and that's awkward for the other person #*sparkle sound effect #peace sign #wink*#van thoughts

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mechahero · 8 months

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@outofthiisworld asked- 😄- lemme take a glimpse at those emoji's LAY EM ON ME. 💁‍♂️- Doc? 👀 a look at lambda's phone! (accepting!) send 😄 for my muse's most used emojis

💞✨🐱✌️🍫💿(or something like these anyway! he'd probably use a lot of cat based emojis)

send 💁‍♂️ for what your muse's contact name is in their phone

🧪Doc🧪

#//he uses the heart based and sparkle ones a LOT #//peace sign is used just as much!#//food based and cd ones are secondary (though the cd one is used more)#//he's a sucker for cute emojis #//also yes he does use cute emojis for just about EVERYONE in his contact list #//unless he hates them then they get nothing hbdsnmfgnj #why are you botherin' me? {answered memes}#outofthiisworld

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sttoru · 5 months

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satoru hums a tune as he adjusts his sunglasses — putting them on the top of his head. he’s in a happy mood today; nothing or no one could wipe that big grin off his face. the reason?

“. . . gojo, hurry up.” megumi calls out whilst idly standing at the foot of the staircase that connected to the roads outside campus.

you smile as you see your lover gleefully walk down the stairs — jumping from one to the other. satoru’s smile was one you wish would never fade. ever.

“oh!” the white-haired sorcerer suddenly stops in his tracks. his sparkling eyes take in the sight before him and his heart skipped a beat at the realisation:

two of his favourite people were standing next to each other. waiting for him so they could go on their little (family) trip. satoru just had to capture this moment and put it in the album that’s dedicated to the both of you. it’s a must in his eyes.

“megumiiii,” satoru fishes his phone out of his pocket and puts it in landscape mode, tongue peeking out at the corner of his lips to show just how deeply he was concentrating on getting the perfect shot, “step a bit closer—yep! jus’ like that!”

“can we not do this? we’re gonna miss the train and—” megumi starts off with a sigh and a faint embarrassed pout, though was quickly cut off as you pulled him closer to your body — coddling him like he was still the little child satoru and you had met a couple years back.

the blue haired boy sighs once again, however eventually gives in and awkwardly puts up a peace sign. you smile brightly in return and satoru was absolutely cheesing behind his phone.

“awwww, how adorable!” satoru grins once he has taken about twenty different pictures — each one special and a treasure he will forever cherish. after putting the best one as his phone’s new lock screen, he rushes down the stairs and steps in-between megumi and you.

one arm holds your body close to his by the waist, the other arm wraps around megumi’s shoulders. megumi reluctantly allows it since he didn’t want to ruin the light-hearted atmosphere. that fact alone makes satoru even happier;

“let’s go — i can’t wait to finally spend some quality time with two of my favourite people, hehe.”

#sttoru writes.#jjk x reader #gojo satoru x reader #gojo x reader #jjk fluff #gojo x you #jjk x you #jjk x y/n #gojo satoru x you #RAAAAAGHHHHHHH . i hate this old little drabble that has been rotting in my drafts for like 5 months

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musicforastylesrestaurant · 7 days

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The Best Interruption.

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in which, harrys been in his at home office for the majority of the day, and your little one is getting antsy after not spending time with there best friend, so when he’s typing away and answering emails, they stroll into the office, crawling onto his lap.

Harry sat at his home office desk, surrounded by a sea of papers and instruments. He'd been cooped up in there for most of the day, lost in the creative whirlwind of composing new music.

And it was now nearing two o clock.

With a cup of tea steaming gently beside him, Harry's fingers danced across the keyboard as he typed out an email to his manager, Jeff. Each keystroke was deliberate, each word carefully chosen to convey his vision for the upcoming project. He glanced out the window, watching the world go by outside, a brief distraction from the task at hand.

Lost in the melodies swirling around his mind, Harry remained unaware as the door to his home office cracked open ever so slightly. His focus was firmly fixed on the task at hand, oblivious to the world outside his creative bubble.

Unseen by her immersed father, his two-year-old daughter, her dummy nestled in her mouth and her favourite baby blanket trailing behind her, ventured into the room.

With careful steps, she approached his chair, her small fingers reaching out to touch the soft fabric of his joggers.

Quietly, she stood beside him, her eyes wide with curiosity as she watched him work. She held her bottle of warm milk tightly under her arm, her little face a picture of innocence and wonder.

Finally, as if sensing her presence, Harry's gaze flickered downward, and he found himself met with the sight of his daughter standing beside him.

With a chuckle, Harry glanced down at his daughter, her giggles filling the room like sweet music.

"What are y’doing in Daddy's office, you little minx?" he teased, his voice filled with affection.

Giggling even more, his daughter squirmed in his arms, her eyes sparkling with mischief.

"Daddy's office fun," she declared, her words slightly muffled by her dummy.

Harry smiled down at her, his heart swelling with love.

"Well, I suppose you're right about that," he admitted, gently adjusting her on his lap. "But s’nearly nap time f’little munchkins like you."

She pouted playfully, but Harry could see the telltale signs of tiredness in her drooping eyelids.

"Nooo, not bedtime," she protested weakly, her hand reaching up to play with the cross necklace around his neck.

Chuckling softly, Harry wrapped his arms around her, pulling her close against his chest.

"Yes, bedtime, m’sunshine," he murmured, tucking her baby blanket around her. "But we can have some cuddles first, okay?"

Settling against him, his daughter nodded sleepily, her eyes fluttering closed as she nestled into the warmth of his embrace. Harry pressed a kiss to the top of her head, feeling her soft breaths against his skin.

"Where's Mama?" he asked softly, brushing a strand of hair away from her face.

"In kitchen," she mumbled, her voice barely above a whisper, a sleepy smile playing on her lips.

Harry chuckled, the sound filling the room with warmth.

"F’course she is," he said fondly. "She's always busy taking care of us, isn't she?"

As his daughter drifted off to sleep in his arms, Harry couldn't help but smile at the sight of her peaceful face. Gently stroking her hair, he whispered, "Y’my little angel, you know that?"

She mumbled something incoherent in response, her thumb finding its way to her mouth as she snuggled closer to him.

Leaning back in his chair, Harry let out a contented sigh.

"You're right, sweetheart," he murmured, more to himself than to her. “S’is nice, just you and me."

She stirred slightly, her eyes fluttering open at the sound of his voice. With a sleepy nod, she spoke the words,

"Milky."

Harry's smile widened as he reached for her bottle, a warm sense of nostalgia washing over him.

"You want your bot-bot, huh?" he asked gently, his fingers wrapping around the familiar shape of the bottle.

His daughter nodded again, her eyes bright with anticipation as she watched him prepare her drink.

"Alright, m’sunshine," Harry said softly, lifting the bottle to her lips. "Here you go."

She grasped the bottle with both hands, her tiny fingers curling around it as she took small sips, her cheeks flushing with contentment.

Watching her drink, Harry couldn't help but marvel at how quickly she was growing up. It seemed like just yesterday she was a tiny bundle in his arms, completely dependent on him for everything.

Though his daughter was perfectly capable of holding it herself, he liked the feeling of being needed, of taking care of her like he did when she was a baby, so he helped her hold the bottle, and the notsalgia hit him like a train.

She glanced up at him, her eyes sparkling with gratitude as she leaned into his touch.

"Tank ou, Daddy," she murmured, her voice soft and sleepy.

Harry smiled, his heart swelling with love. "Anything f’you, m’sunshine," he replied, pressing a kiss to the top of her head.

Harry didn’t know how long it had been but it wasn’t long before his little mini-me was snoozing against his chest, soft snores falling from her mouth.

It must have been about another ten maybe fifteen minutes.

"Harry, have you seen—" your voice spoke as you entered the room, but he quickly put a finger to his lips, his expression a silent plea for silence.

"Shhh," he whispered, his voice barely above a breath. "Look."

Your eyes followed his gaze, and as you glanced down, you breath caught in your throat. There, fast asleep against Harry's chest, was your daughter, her dummy nestled in her mouth, an empty bottle of milk resting on his desk.

A smile spread across your face as you stepped closer, your heart swelling with love at the sight of your family.

"Oh, bubba," you whispered softly, reaching out to brush a strand of hair away from your daughter's face.

Harry smiled up at you, his eyes shining with pride and affection.

"I think she wanted t’help Daddy with his work," he said quietly, his voice filled with warmth.

Your daughter stirred slightly in her sleep, mumbling something incomprehensible as she snuggled closer to her father.

"Hey," you whispered, leaning in closer to your husband and pushing some hair out of his face, "I'm sorry if she interrupted your work."

Harry shook his head, a warm smile spreading across his face.

"Why are you sorry?" he asked, reaching out to stroke his daughter's cheek tenderly.

"She's the best interruption."

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cutielando · 1 month

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hi love! i was wondering if you could write an imagine based of the music videoclip of ariana grande’s “we can’t be friends” and than with Lando x reader? the videoclip ends with ariana forgetting her ex boyfriend and they walk next to each other without knowing each other but can you maybe make the end with after reader removes her memories of her and lando they meet each other again ?

a/n: thank you so much for requesting!!❤️

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You hadn’t wanted it to come to that. To come to the moment when you wouldn’t even be able to be in the same room as each other without screaming each other’s ears off.

Relationships were not like how people depicted them to be. All sunshine and roses, endless love and no problems whatsoever.

You had wanted to believe that at the beginning. You couldn’t imagine Lando being anything other than a perfect boyfriend. You didn’t even want to pathom the off chance that he would ever hurt you.

And yet, there you two were, screaming at each other in the middle of the streets, dead in the night, under the moonlight and with nobody around. Monaco was silent and peaceful at this hour, but you two weren’t.

You didn’t even remember why you were arguing, what had got the both of you so riled up. It seemed like you didn’t need a reason to fight these days.

After that, after the fighting and the harsh words, came the break up. You should have seen it coming, should have done something to prevent losing the love you two shared, but it was too late.

Your relationship was beyond salvation. And it hurt. It hurt like a real bitch ever since you stopped seeing him walk through the door of your apartment, every time you went to bed and he was not there to hold you as you slipped into unconsciousness.

You felt him everywhere you were, saw him in every little thing you would do, every single day.

It had all been too much.

You couldn’t deal with the pain of losing him, of not being able to see him, feel him or talk to him.

Which is why you did the only thing that could help you.

Wipe your memory clean of him.

You couldn’t bring yourself to really do it at first. The idea of forgetting everything about him, every little thing that you loved about him and the way be made you feel, you didn’t want to live in a world where you would never know the way he loved you.

But as time passed and you saw how careless he was, how he was living his life to the fullest like your relationship had never even existed, that pushed you over the edge.

So you called the doctor and scheduled the procedure. Gathering every single memory that you had of him, anything you had that reminded you of him was stacked in a box and carried with you.

In the waiting room, as you read through the contract you were about to sign, sneaking glances at the box in your lap staring back at you, you couldn’t help but chuckle. Two years of your life with Lando fit in a carton box.

It was almost ironic how the most precious thing in your life fitted into a small box.

And soon enough, the contents of the box would forever disappear and everything would disappear from your mind like it had never even been there.

The feeling that you had after you opened your eyes post-procedure had been the best feeling you had ever had. You felt like you were floating, happiness coursing through every single vein and you felt like you were walking on sugar clouds.

You were carefree, not a single problem in the world.

Lando didn’t know about it. He had thought about reaching out, purely to see how you were doing and curious about how you were handling the break up.

He had hoped, as bad as he knew it was, that you were handling it just as badly as he was. He didn’t sleep the same, the sparkle in his eyes was gone and he wasn’t the same Lando anymore.

Everyone could see that, everyone close to him knew that part of him died with the break up.

He didn’t hear about it until he talked to your sister. She had told him about it, about what you had done, and it felt like he had been stabbed in the heart repeatedly.

You had been so hurt by his actions, the pain having become so unbearable that you had resulted to completely altering your memory to wipe everything good about your relationship from your mind.

Everything the two of you had shared.

He couldn’t live with that. He couldn’t allow that to be the end of your story.

He had to fix it. He had to step up and do the right thing, do right by you. But how?

It was simple.

You would start all over again. A clean slate, taken to a whole new meaning.

Which is why he was standing right now in front of you in the paddock, your sister having dragged you with her to the race and helped him arrange everything.

“Hello, how are you?” he had started the conversation, outstretching his hand and waiting for you to shake his.

You looked at him, seeing his eyes bringing a familiarity to your core but you couldn’t put your finger on it. Something in your heart told you this was no stranger to you, this was someone you knew.

But your mind didn’t register anything, completely void of any information about the man standing in front of you.

“I’m okay, really excited to be here for the weekend” your smile, just as beautiful as he had remembered it, clung to your beautiful face, reminding him of why he had fallen in love with you in the first place.

“I’m Lando, by the way”

“Y/N, it’s nice to meet you”

And maybe, just maybe, you would get another shot at love.

Maybe, this time, you would get your happily ever after.

He would make sure of that.

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silent-stories · 1 month

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𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄

Pairing: Astarion x GN!Reader

Summary: Astarion fears that he is forcing you to spend the rest of your life in darkness.

Astarion was lying on the bed, next to you, his eyes were staring at an indefinite point on the ceiling and between his eyebrows there were a few more wrinkles, as if he was intensely thinking.

The inn room was comfortable, clean, and scented with lavender. It was nice to finally be able to spend a few days of peace after Cazador's death and sleep in a real bed, next to someone you loved.

You looked at his profile, the curve of his lips, the white curls on the pillow and some falling onto his forehead, the way his chest remained completely still, devoid of a beating heart and air in his lungs.

His ruby eyes looked darker now that they were no longer in daylight and you found yourself thinking that you already missed the way they sparkled when hit by the sun's rays.

You glanced at the window in the room, the curtains were drawn so as not to let in the slightest bit of light, obviously. Ever since Astarion went back to not being able to be in the sunlight, you were always careful about that.

"Is something bothering you, Star?"

You already knew the answer, you knew him, but you didn't want to force any explanation.

"Don't you think you made the wrong choice?" He responded with another question, his voice low.

"What do you mean?"

"Don't you think I am the wrong choice?" He continued speaking without looking at you, his pale hands lying one on his stomach and one on his side. You wanted to grab one, kiss his knuckles and play with his fingers in that way that always made him laugh no matter how hard he tried to hold it back.

You decided against it only because he seemed so deep in his thoughts that a sudden touch would start him. You knew that some types of physical contact were still new to him.

"Star-"

"I feel like I'm forcing you to spend the rest of your life in the dark, hiding."

"You're not forcing me, it was my decision to stay with you."

"This is exactly why I ask you: don't you think you made the wrong decision?"

"You will never be-"

He interrupted you.

"I want you to know that if at any moment you realize that this is not the life you want to live, that you are tired of hiding from the sun, I will understand.

And although I may never be ready to let you go, I will, because you deserve to live. You deserve to walk among people, village festivals, going through the markets, you deserve the sun's rays kissing your skin. And I don't want to deprive you of what you deserve, my love. I can't deprive you of living."

The way he spoke and the sincerity in his voice, devoid of any hint of sarcasm and irony, struck you in a way you couldn't quite place and left you speechless.

He was telling you to leave him for your own good.

"As much as I would like to have you next to me for eternity, I find it a too selfish idea. Even for me." He continued, "So I'm telling you, if one day I won't find you lying in bed next to me, don't feel guilty for running away from someone who was limiting you, who was forcing you into the darkness when you wanted to see the world.

I'll understand it. I won't lie and say I won't spend the rest of my days trying in vain to fill the void you left in me, but that won't change my mind. You deserve to live, my love. Not to hide."

He was saying you could go, even though it would cause him pain. That it was more important to know you were happy with someone else than unhappy with him. You wondered if there was a greater sign of love than this.

"My star."

The way you called him, maybe stirred something in him. He turned his head towards you and his gaze finally met yours, his red eyes were big, sad and full of affection.

“I would rather spend the rest of my life in the darkness with you than in the daylight with someone else.”

He slowly moved his body towards you, his hand gently brushing your hip and so you reached out to trace his features with your fingertips, brushing a curl away from his forehead.

You kept talking.

"The world is still alive when the sun goes down, we can go out and live with it. We can see how the moon reflects on the waves of the sea and on the surface of the lakes, we can walk in the woods that only we know, we can try to count the stars and invent new constellations."

His grip around you became firmer but still extremely gentle as he pushed you closer to his body. You put your arms around him in the same way and with your hand you caressed his back, aware that under the light fabric of his shirt, the scars of his past stood out on his skin.

You remembered the day he told you that it was okay, when you touched them, that they hadn't caused him physical pain in years and that, when he felt the tips of your fingers run gently over them, it was as if they were healing for a second time.

"I don't care what we do, as long as we're together. I'm not interested in running away from you because I don't want anyone else. You won't find my side of the bed empty one day, because that's the only place I want to be. You didn't force me to do anything, Star, it was my decision to be with you. And it will be my decision to stay with you every day to follow."

There was a moment of silence, then his lips curved into a slight smile. Almost invisible, but enough to show the tips of his white canines.

“You have always been so stubborn.” He murmured before leaving a kiss on your forehead. It was light and sweet and made you giggle.

"I think you like that."

"Just a bit."

"Just a bit?" You asked, pretending to be shocked.

"Mh-mh."

"Now don't you try to tell me that-"

When his cold lips met yours, you couldn't finish your sentence. The kiss was sweet, full of meaning and slower than usual.

Because in the end, you had all the time.

Because you weren't planning on leaving anytime soon.

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withleeknow · 5 months

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fujifilm x100v.

pairing: minho x reader genre/warnings: established relationship, tooth-rotting fluff which i haven't written in a hot minute @.@ so i actually can't tell if it's that sweet but i hope it is lmao note: a spontaneous blurb written in one sitting because the message below gave me soft boyfie brainrot again lmfao thank you wifeu for sending me down a mini spiral

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your fujifilm x100v, minho always says he hates the thing.

whenever you raise the camera to your face to look through the viewfinder in search of your boyfriend, he would glare at you like a disgruntled grandpa, though he never moves out of the way or diverts your lens elsewhere. he'd let you take your pictures, the cat-like frown still apparent on his face, and observe as you smile fondly once the shot has been snapped. sometimes, if he's feeling particularly generous, he would throw the camera a half-assed peace sign.

ah, your favorite muse.

"stop," he'd groan with an eye roll full of affection, "you have enough photos of me."

he'd complain like this every time you try to immortalize your moments together with your camera, but you know he secretly loves it.

how do you know this? because when you examine the pictures afterward, you would always spot a faint blush painting his face and the top of his ears.

"that's impossible," you'd tell him, then watch as the rosy flush returns to his skin until it matches the tint on the half-flustered minho in your camera. "i could never get enough of you."

the shade only deepens adorably when you press a kiss against his cheek before you show him the picture. he'd smile ever so subtly as he studies his photographed self, captured through your eyes. a smile that would be inconceivable if you weren't an expert on all things minho. his eyes would soften, almost glazed over with an absolute adoration only reserved for you.

love is gentle like summer rain.

love is synonymous with minho.

it's true what you always say to him - that you could never get enough. you could snap a million and one pictures of him and it still wouldn't be sufficient. you want to capture every second of every day with him. every soft dimpled smile. every laugh that takes over him entirely and turns his eyes into crescent moons. every grumpy frown whenever the alarm clock goes off and launches him away from saccharine dreamland. every petulant pout, every cute and harmless scowl, every display of sparkling boba eyes.

everything. every single thing.

your fujifilm x100v, minho always says he hates the thing.

but he was the one who got it for you in the first place.

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sualne · 1 year

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the boy(boy(boy))

[ID: Trigun fanart of manga, 98, and Trigun Stampede Vash all sitting together. Manga Vash, hair fully black, is sitting in a tired slump and wearing a shirt that says "The Original." 98 Vash happily does two love-and-peace signs with sparkles floating around him, wearing a red shirt the shade of his coat which says "The Remix." Tristamp Vash sits with a sad expression in the same hunched posture as manga Vash, also wearing a red shirt that says "The Remix" but in the shade of his own coat. End ID]

ID written by @princess-of-purple-prose, thanks so much!

#trigun #vash the stampede #my art #described #enjoying final goth vash #ive been refering the stampede as a remix instead of a remake and this came to me. inspired by that one guy with his son in the train

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clauii · 2 months

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Wonyoung x F!reader

BAGUETTE 🥖

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The early morning sun filtered through the windows of their penthouse, casting a warm glow over the spacious living room. Wonyoung stirred from her sleep, blinking groggily as she glanced around the room, her heart pounding in her chest.

Y/n was nowhere to be seen.

Panic gripped Wonyoung's chest as she scrambled out of bed, her mind racing with worst-case scenarios. Has something happened to Y/n? Had she left without saying anything?

Just as Wonyoung's thoughts spiraled out of control, the click of the main door caught her attention. Relief flooded through her as Y/n stepped inside, a paper bag containing a baguette swinging from her hand.

"Hey, baby," Y/n greeted, her voice was soft and gentle. "Good morning. I just went out to get a baguette from the new bakery nearby. I would have brought you with me, but you were sleeping so soundly."

Before Y/n could say another word, Wonyoung rushed towards her, her arms wrapping tightly around her smaller frame. The baguette slipped from Y/n's hand, forgotten as Wonyoung buried her face in Y/n's neck, her breath coming in shaky gasps.

"I thought I had lost you," Wonyoung whispered, her voice filled with emotion.

Y/n giggled at Wonyoung's antics, her own arms coming up to return the embrace. "But, Wony, I just went out to get a baguette," she said, her tone affectionate.

Wonyoung's whine of protest was drowned out by the sound of Y/n's laughter as she swung her gently from side to side.

As Wonyoung held Y/n close, her heart overflowed with relief and gratitude. She pressed kisses to Y/n's cheek, her lips trailing a path of affection along the curve of her jaw.

"I'm sorry," Wonyoung murmured, her voice muffled against Y/n's skin. "I just... I woke up and you weren't there, and I panicked."

Y/n's fingers threaded through Wonyoung's hair, soothing away her worries with gentle strokes. "It's okay, Wony," she whispered, her voice soft and reassuring. "I'm right here, safe and sound."

Wonyoung pulled back slightly, her eyes searching Y/n's face for any sign of distress. When she found none, she smiled, a sense of peace settling over her. "I love you," she said earnestly, her voice filled with sincerity.

Y/n's smile mirrored Wonyoung's own, her eyes sparkling with affection. "I love you too," she replied.

Y/n's eyes widened in realization as she glanced down at the paper bag lying forgotten on the floor. With a playful grin, she leaned down to retrieve it, holding it up triumphantly.

"Ah, the baguette!" Y/n exclaimed, her voice filled with amusement. "I almost forgot about it amidst all the excitement."

Wonyoung chuckled, her heart swelling with affection for the adorable sight before her. "Well, it looks delicious," she said, her eyes sparkling with anticipation.

Y/n's eyes sparkled with excitement as she glanced at the baguette in her hand, a mischievous grin spreading across her face. "I have an idea," she exclaimed, her voice filled with enthusiasm.

Wonyoung raised an eyebrow, curious to see what Y/n had in mind. "What is it?" she asked, a playful smile tugging at the corners of her lips.

Y/n's grin widened as she set the baguette down on the kitchen counter, her hands moving deftly as she gathered ingredients from the fridge and pantry. "I'm going to make us something special," she announced, her voice bubbling with anticipation.

With practiced ease, Y/n sliced the baguette into thick slices, then set to work grilling them to golden perfection. The kitchen soon filled with the mouthwatering aroma of toasted bread, making Wonyoung's stomach growl in anticipation.

But Y/n wasn't done yet. With a flourish, she cracked eggs into a bowl and whisked them together until they were light and fluffy. She poured the mixture into a skillet, cooking them until they were perfectly scrambled and oh-so-soft.

And as if that wasn't enough, Y/n also whipped up a batch of fluffy pancakes, the batter light and airy as she poured it onto the griddle, each pancake rising into a golden brown masterpiece.

Before long, the kitchen was filled with the tantalizing scents of grilled cheese, fluffy eggs, and pancakes, creating a symphony of deliciousness that made Wonyoung's mouth water.

Y/n beamed with pride as she plated the food, arranging everything with care and attention to detail. "Breakfast is served," she announced, gesturing towards the spread with a flourish.

Wonyoung's eyes widened in delight as she took in the feast before her. "Wow," she exclaimed, her voice filled with awe. "You outdid yourself, Y/n."

Y/n blushed at the praise, her heart swelling with happiness at Wonyoung's reaction. "I just wanted to make something special for us," she said, her voice soft with affection.

As they dug into the feast Y/n had prepared, Wonyoung couldn't help but marvel at the way each bite melted in her mouth, a symphony of flavors dancing on her tongue. The grilled cheese was perfectly crispy on the outside, with gooey cheese oozing out from between the slices of baguette. The fluffy eggs were light and airy, with just the right amount of seasoning to enhance their flavor. And the pancakes... oh, the pancakes were a revelation, fluffy and golden brown, drizzled with maple syrup and topped with a dollop of whipped cream.

"This is amazing," Wonyoung exclaimed between mouthfuls, her eyes sparkling with delight. "I can't believe you made all of this."

Y/n smiled, her heart swelling with happiness at Wonyoung's appreciation. "I'm glad you like it," she said, her voice filled with warmth. "I wanted to do something special for you."

Wonyoung reached across the table, taking Y/n's hand in hers and giving it a gentle squeeze. "You always know how to make me feel loved," she said, her voice soft with emotion.

After they finished their delightful breakfast, Y/n and Wonyoung embarked on a mission to tackle the clutter that had accumulated in their penthouse. With laughter and playful banter filling the air, they worked together to tidy up their living space, each task feeling like a shared adventure.

Y/n hummed a cheerful tune as she gathered dirty dishes from the table, while Wonyoung tackled the pile of newspapers that had been accumulating in the corner. They moved around the room with ease, their movements synchronized as they worked in harmony to restore order to their home.

As they cleaned, they reminisced about the memories they had made in their cozy little penthouse – the lazy Sunday mornings spent cuddled up on the couch, the impromptu dance parties in the living room, the quiet moments shared in each other's arms.

They stood back to admire their handiwork, their penthouse gleaming with newfound cleanliness, Wonyoung looked down at Y/n, "should we watch a movie?"

Y/n smiled at Wonyoung, her heart fluttering at the suggestion. "That sounds perfect," she replied, her voice filled with excitement. "I'll make some popcorn while you pick out a movie."

Wonyoung grinned, her eyes sparkling with anticipation as she grabbed the remote and settled onto the couch. Y/n disappeared into the kitchen, the sound of popcorn popping filling the air as she prepared their favorite snack.

When Y/n returned with a bowl of freshly popped popcorn and snuggled up next to Wonyoung on the couch, the glow of the TV casting flickering shadows across the room. A bowl of popcorn rested between them, forgotten as they became engrossed in the movie playing before them.

Wonyoung had chosen a horror movie, eager for a thrill on their cozy night in. But as the tension built on screen, Y/n couldn't help but feel a sense of unease creeping over her. She buried her face in Wonyoung's shoulder, her fingers clutching at the fabric of her shirt.

Wonyoung glanced down at Y/n, concern etched into her features. "Are you okay?" she asked softly, reaching out to brush a stray strand of hair away from Y/n's face.

Y/n nodded, her voice barely above a whisper. "I'm fine," she replied, trying to sound brave despite the fear gnawing at her insides.

But as the movie continued, Y/n found herself growing more and more anxious, the suspense becoming unbearable. With a shaky breath, she finally spoke up. "Wonyoung, I don't think I can watch this anymore," she admitted, her voice trembling with fear.

Wonyoung's heart melted at the sight of Y/n's distress, her protective instincts kicking into overdrive. Without hesitation, she reached for the remote and paused the movie, turning to face Y/n with a gentle smile.

"It's okay, love," Wonyoung said soothingly, her arms wrapping around Y/n in a comforting embrace. "We can watch something else, something less scary."

Y/n let out a sigh of relief, grateful for Wonyoung's understanding. "Thank you," she whispered, her voice filled with gratitude.

Wonyoung pressed a tender kiss to Y/n's forehead, her love for her partner shining in her eyes. "Anything for you, love," she murmured, her voice filled with warmth.

Sorry, couldn't post in a month Ó⁠╭⁠╮⁠Ò

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