Ambrogio Antonio Alciati – The Kiss
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Is this the right way for the mistletoe kissing-thing? You deserve more than only one kiss !!! ;-) 💋💋💋💋💋💋💋💋💋💋
♛Merci beaucoup, ten kisses! I accept them all under the condition that nine are different types, and the tenth is the kiss I must have a repeat experience of.
((ooc; sorry this is super late, and not sure if it was meant for mun or muse, but he jumped on the response sooo… but thank u! Much appreciate))
cockles + kisses
*screams internally*
idek which one is worse because in 1 and 4 the kissed one’s reaction just maKES MY SHIPPER HEART MELT number
2 is like the actual canonization of our biggest fantasies and please
let’s never forget that they closed their eyes for a fake kiss and tilted their heads and jensen had such a genuine tender smile when they parted and i just!!!!!!!! and finally number 3 might not seem as much at first sight but i think it’s the most tender of all because it was just misha trying to reassure jensen and that’s how he chose to do it and jensen didn’t even flinch i mean he’s gotta be pretty used to misha just wrapping his fingers around his face for a kiss /coughs oh god@ilostmyshoe-79 is us being adorable
laptop file mysteries 02:
>search “armand” looking for specific drawing
>don’t find drawing
>find 3 unrelated things
>can’t remember when/why any of them exist
it’s a good thing that these exist plz dig up some more ;3
~All My Fandom’s OTPs: A Summary~
- awww lemme take care of u *smooch smoochie smooch*
- Awww yisss this is gr9
- Keep doin that yesss
- wtf??!! yu did it wrRONGI HAYTYOUSOMUCH
- TASTE MY FURIOYUS CLAWS
- I AM NOT SATISFY TILL I SEE BLUD
- (Go back to 1.)
My First Kiss with Louis
Anon,
Louis,
….this one’s for you. Enjoy.
We were in the thick of Summer. The hot, sticky Louisiana air hung stagnant in the air, bringing with it the putrid smells of the swamps and Plantation. Though the suffocating heat did not affect us the way it did mortals, Louis and I were not impervious to it. It made me antsy. I paced about the house restlessly, picking up objects to examine them, only to put them down immediately. Louis was in the parlour, hunched over a letter he was composing to one of his fellow bourgeois, slave-driving compatriots. He was thrumming his fingers on the tabletop as he worked. Now granted, it was a very small thing and in retrospect shouldn’t have been enough to start an argument as big as it did, but he had been doing it non-stop for hours. HOURS! It was driving me crazy.
thrump-thrump-thrump
I tried my best to ignore it.
thrump-thrump-thrump
Really, I did.
Is there anything you wish you could change about yourself?
Sometimes, and I truly mean sometimes with every connotation that word can hold, I wish I were more capable of being a physically affectionate creature. Not just because it would please my son immensely—and oh, how it would please him—but because, when I watch others (and I do), it is a mystery that appears…enjoyable.
So many others to whom physical affections comes easily seem so pleased by it. Perhaps my biggest example is Lestat: he is affectionate without stipulation, without condition. He believes in loving openly, and doing so physically (whether or not the objects of his affection appreciate it, as both Louis and I can attest). He believes in embracing, kissing, tackling, cuddling—all those things. Sometimes I find it hard to believe he is mine, though perhaps it is because he grew up in a home with little to no affection that he hungers for it so.
If I could find a way to enjoy such a thing, I would do it.
I want the K
6: Gentle PeckOn the Path to Sonoma:
He’d been weeping in his sleep—even the deathsleep couldn’t keep him from having nightmares, and she’d realised as soon as she’d awakened that he was struggling against them. The effects of the deathsleep being what they were, there was no way for her to rescue him from them—he would have to ride them out until he awoke.
Twenty or so minutes later, he awoke quite suddenly with his head in her lap. He was still weeping, his face stained with blood tears, but now his eyes bespoke confusion and embarrassment. She did not release him, instead humming softly as she placed one hand on his shoulder, squeezing gently as he closed his eyes and grasped at the fabric of her coatsleeves. She leaned over him, placing an almost invisible kiss upon each eyelid, releasing him gently back to fight his monsters alone.
I-want-my-IWTV 