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theeroticlover · 6 months

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😊😘😊

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spielzeugkaiser · 10 months

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How it started-

How it's going!! They are a family and I am!!! also draw the hug you want to see in the show but they are forgiven because them meeting in brokilon was still soooo tender my HEART-

#the witcher season 3 #the witcher #geralt of rivia #geraskier #jaskier #the witcher spoilers #(at least discussed in the text)#they've come such a long way and I'm still sitting here like 🥺🥺🥺#man if you think of the timeline (which is so whack) Geralt and Jaskier have SEEN things #they have been going on for more than twenty years #they are FAMILY and that gets me so bad and I'll draw the whole squad probably tomorrow but!! look at them #somehow the end of season 3 is everything I wanted from season 1 when it came to those two because it had some S1 vibes again with the duo!#but it was so much more heartfelt and tender and not even an ounce of Geralt being seemingly annoyed of Jaskier just-#clenches fist #I'm so basic for still loving them so much but I simply do and will never stop 😔#but I gotta say I loved the yenralt this season too I can finally see it and it was very sweet at times

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haydardotjpg · 2 months

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Blood sticks, sweat drips Break the lock if it don't fit A kick in the teeth is good for some A kiss with a fist is better than none

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wait what do you mean a red string of fate ties us together but all we do is strangle each other with it. what do you mean this string can only stretch and tangle but never break and yet we keep biting and gnawing on it to try to free ourselves from it anyway.

#taimizu #mizu x taigen #taigen x mizu #taizu #blue eye samurai #mizu #taigen #there was an attempt #i love that my last art of them is super soft and warm and tender and this one is them at their most toxic #i must stress that both of these are important to their dynamic <3 #early taimizu = toxic crazy insane #late-game taimizu = soft yearning tender sweet growing together etc #at least that's how it is in my delusional mind bcs lbr taimizu are NOTTT capable of tenderness YET #but their scene together in the forge is proof that they do have potential to be soft and playful and happy together <33 #but anyway this post is not about that. this post about them both being feral murderous bitches who get turned on by violence <3 #lol i keep saying it but it's TRUE so i'll say it again—they HAVE the range honey!!!!!#ok i'm done

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zu-is-here · 9 months

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Captive

Geno by loverofpiggies

Reaper by renrink

#UPD I forgor glitches *head in hands* :'D #zu art #comic #afterdeath #afterdeath week #geno!sans #reaper!sans #undertale #undertale au #utmv #pun pun pun #I have so many conflicting feelings towards them #but this tender bitterness between them is so sweet to me ;w;

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abstractr · 10 months

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Scarian request: grian tracing over scar’s face scars while they’re laying in bed together

this looked better in my head sorry

#you. who wrote this prompt. yeab you #you made me tear up. i love this #its so like. its so nice. and skft. and tender.#sadly i didnt know how to convey that but this prompt was so sweet i cant move #scarian #hermitshipping #abstra arts #not too proud of this lol

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amlli · 1 year

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gtn pool scene my beloved

#ofc i had to draw it #gideon is so sweet and tender with her im going insane #griddlehark #gideon the ninth #gtn #tlt #the locked tomb

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tomatomagica · 1 year

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lady Marian lookin ass

#my cat #mushka my baby so tender and sweet

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whatermelown · 2 years

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AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

I- I waited 7 years for you and... I STILL LOVE YOU QAQ,, 🌸🥐 🌹🐈‍⬛ ✨

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ronkoza · 1 year

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soft cows 🌿

Tórarin belongs to @littleulvar

#original character #stjerne #tórarin #dnd #firbolg #tender cows at their natural habitat #being soft and silent #understanding each other with no words #founding their love in the breeze that moves the grass #fresh smell of green #sweet scent of flowers #so gentle

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kyouka-supremacy · 1 month

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Akutagawa looking at Atsushi from afar in official art compilation

#I have such a soft spot for the last but one illustration. It's so so tender and it's the picture that made me start shipping sskk–#and every time I sit down and take a second to properly look at it I'm like. Yeah. Yeah I see it #It's kinda falling in love with the ship all over again every time. It's kind of a sweet felling :')#ryūnosuke akutagawa #atsushi nakajima #sskk #shin soukoku #bsd #bungou stray dogs #bsd official art #mine #q.#26/06/23 #n2 and n7 may be a stretch but better safe than sorry?

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starmochu · 7 months

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Day 2 of this year's @bumblebybigbang ! I was so lucky to be paired up with the extraordinary writer @lavendermeghan - her work is beautiful and full of tender moments, and I'm just a sucker for college AUs 🥺💕 Working together to make these pieces was such a fun experience, I hope everyone checks out her amazing fic!

#fanart #rwby #yang xiao long #blake belladonna #bumbleby #bumbleby big bang #i am so so so happy i got to work with such an excellent partner! her fic is truly one of my favs its so sweet and tender 🥺💕💕

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xanderindisguis · 2 months

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#fionna and cake #scarab #scarab the god auditor #mummy scarab #kheirosiphon #disguised kheirosiphon #fionna and cake sammy #kheiroscarab #amberbug #they're so sweet and tender #sighhh sigghhhhh

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jaymang0 · 4 months

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”I really did miss you, Buggy” // What he missed⬇️

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tiredmoonslut · 3 months

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Thinking about how WoT #6 makes it really clear what Aes Sedai think of women who've been stilled. The aversion, the fear, the disgust and near-reproachful attitude. Thinking of how show!Moiraine likely worried about this at least subconsciously in regards to Siuan after being shielded. Thinking of Moiraine trying desperately to hold onto her conviction as she soldiers forward in her mission, all the while cringing hopelessly away from the idea of Siuan looking at her differently now that her powers are gone. Wondering if the absence of that commonality would change the way Siuan spoke to her, respected her, loved her. Thinking of how carefully Siuan handles it once Lan tells her, how nimbly she tries to step around the pain she knows rips Moiraine apart. How gently she tries to shoulder Moiraine's burden, how willing she is to do whatever it takes to protect their mission and protect Moiraine too. Thinking about how all this goes unsaid yet is so, so clear because Rosamund and Sophie are fucking goddesses

#I just #the way those two have had literally three episode and about a half-hour of actually shared screentime IF THAT #to construct this relationship that is so delicate and so sweet and so earnest #the way they've managed to create something so tender and heartfelt and authentic despite having like four total scenes #it's insane #the acting is off the charts #siuanraine #siuan sanche #moiraine damodred #fishwives #the wheel of time #wheel of time #wot prime #wot on prime #rosamund pike #sophie okonedo

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adm-starblitzsteel-4305 · 3 months

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“Godzilla usually cuddles her every time, inhaling her lovely scent.”

He’s so real for that

"You've got to be kidding me, aren't you Goji?" The Queen asked, her voice muffled by her fluffy fur.

Of course, why would it be? Thought Godzilla, his face squashed on her delicate fur, the loveliest scent of rare flowers are addicted, for a King to his Queen.

Both were tired dealing with almost a month of checking the humans and Titans. So much that the King of the Monsters yearned her scent. When the two finally met each other, they settled down on a huge cozy cave.

That didn't wipe his goofy smile upon landing his golden orange eyes at Mothra's lovely sapphire blue ones.

Something that he really, really meant to cuddle her for a long time.

The King bring his tongue out to lick her fur, nipping it tenderly. She squirmed a bit, almost feared if he squished the moth too much, but he was a gentle King.

"Feeling better?" Godzilla asked, earning a nod to Mothra.

Adjusting one more time of their position, the moth finally fall asleep.

He took one last inhale of her scent, feeling his mind become lightheaded, dreaming of their never ending love and loyatly to one another...

"Good night, My Queen."

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canisalbus · 5 months

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Just wanted to tell you that your recent art of Machete looking after Vasco while he's sick reminded me of Nights at the Villa by Gogol. Only a small fragment of it survived, probably because it's straight up author's diary about falling in love for the first time with a man who is already dying. It's such a beautiful little piece and your art really reminded me of it's vibes. Anyway, I'm mentally ill about russian literature and I love your dogs <3

The longing and lamenting quite something, poor guy.

It's not very long so I'm just going to put the whole thing under the cut ->

They were sweet and tormenting, those sleepless nights. He sat, ill, in the armchair. I was with him. Sleep dared not touch my eyes. Silently and involuntarily, it seems, it respected the sanctity of my vigil. Its was so sweet to sit near him, to look at him. For two nights already we have been saying "thou" to each other. How much closer he has become to me since then! He sat there just as before, meek, quiet, and resigned. Good God! With what joy, with what happiness I would have taken his illness upon myself! And if my death could restore him to health, with what readiness I would have rushed toward it!

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I did not stay with him last night. I had finally decided to stay home and sleep. Oh, how base, how vile that night and my despicable sleep were! I slept poorly, even though I had been without sleep for almost a week. I was tormented by the thought of him. I kept imagining him, imploring and reproachful. I saw him with the eyes of my soul. I hastened to come early to him and felt like a criminal as I went. From his bed he saw me. He smiled with his usual angel's smile. He offered his hand. He pressed mine lovingly.

"Traitor." he said, "You betrayed me." "My angel," I said, "Forgive me. I myself suffered with your suffering. I was in torment all night. My rest brought me no repose. Forgive me!" My meek one! He pressed my hand. How fully rewarded I was for the suffering that the stupidly spent night had brought me!

"My head is weary," he said. I began to fan him with a laurel branch. "Ah, how fresh and good," he said. His words were then… what were they? What would I have not given, what earthly goods, those despicable, those vile, those disgusting goods… no, they are not worth mentioning. You into whose hands will fall -if they will fall- those incoherent, fleebe lines, pallid expressions of my emotions, you will understand me. Otherwise they will not fall into your hands. You will understand how repulsive the entire heap of treasures and honors is that attracts those wooden dolls which are called people. Oh, with what joy, with what anger I could have trampled underfoot and squashed everything that is bestowed by the mighty scepter of the Tsar of the North, if I only knew that this would buy a smile that indicated the slightest relief in his face.

"Why did you prepare such a bad month of May for me?" He said to me, awakening in his armchair and hearing the wind beyond the window-panes that wafted the aroma of the blossoming wild jasmine and white acacia, which mingled with the whirling rose petals.

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At ten o'clock I went down to see him. I had left him there hours before to get some rest, to prepare [something] to him, to afford him some variety, so my arrival would give him more pleasure. I went down to him at ten o'clock. He had been alone for more than one hour. His visitors had long since left. The dejection of boredom showed on his face. He saw me. Waved his hand slightly.

"My savior." He said to me. They still sound in my ears, those words. "My angel! Did you miss me?" "Oh, how I missed you." He replied. I kissed him on the shoulder. He offered his cheek. We kissed; he was still pressing my hand.

He did not like going to bed and hardly ever did. He preferred his armchair and the sitting position. That night the doctor ordered him to rest. He stood up reluctantly and, leaning on my shoulder, moved to his bed. My darling! He weary glance, his brightly colored jacket, his slow steps- I can see it all, it is all before my eyes. He whispered in my ear, leaning on my shoulder and glancing at the bed: "Now I'm a ruined man."

"We will remain in bed for only half an hour," I said to him, "and then we'll go back to your armchair".

I watched you, my precious, tender flower! All the time when you were sleeping or merely dozing in you bed or armchair, I followed your movements and your moments, bound to you by some incomprehensible force.

How strangely new my life was then and, at the same time, I discerned in it a repetition of something distant, something that once actually was. But it seems hard to give an idea of it: there returned to me a fresh, fleeting fragment of my youth, that time when a youthful soul seeks fraternal friendship with those of one's age, a decidedly juvenile friendship, full of sweet, almost infantile trifles and mutual show of tokens of tender attachment; the time when it is sweet to gaze into each other's eyes, when your entire being is ready to offer sacrifices, which are usually not even necessary. And all those feelings, sweet, youthful, fresh - alas! Inhabitants of a vanishing world - all these feelings returned to me. Good Lord! What for? I watched you, my precious, tender flower. Did this fresh breath of youth waft upon me only so that I might suddenly and irrevocably sink into even greater and more deadening coldness of feelings, so that I might become all at once older by a decade, so that I might see my vanishing life with even greater despair and hopelessness? Thus does a dying fire send its flames up into the air, so that it might illuminate with its flickering the somber walls and then disappear forever.

#its was so sweet to sit near him #to look at him #for two nights already we have been saying “thou” to each other #answered #alphaori #the pet name game is strong #my angel #my meek one #my savior #my darling #my precious tender flower

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