raviolo farcito

[pleasantbananafireprune]

Manga: Inu ni Nattara Suki na Hito ni Hirowareta

Ch: 52

[stethingstories]

Who else is waiting for the new GTA?

And who else has thought about this scene in their mind?

[kaji-heart]

[amorcitocorazonsblog]

My sweet heartbeat 🩺🫀

[heartchungger-thegreat]

Meisho Doto's feelings

Meisho was exhausted after running for a while and so she want to bed but inside her heart she has quite the special feeling in her heart after than running love maybe?

Requested by @jcajvaiagjavih888 (sorry for being very late with this one)

(also, I am counting this as my 2 weeks late valentine's day special because I felt like it) SACUE

[stylishmoyai]

Teto the nurse

"Damm, why did she have to code during the night, I wanna go home..."

"Hmm, she's been down for a while now... Hope the thumper makes her heart beat again, I'm exhausted and I don't want to call it and start filling paperwork..."

[resus-cpr-heart]

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#peril#heart shot#dead woman#heartshot#gungirl#spygirl

[lailalevander]

Just imagine that his thumb has to feel her struggling heartbeat under her ribs... 🤧

[kaji-heart]

— "You could feel my chest rising and falling rapidly underneath you. Your hands on my ribs feeling them expand and contract"

—"That sounds lovely, I was also thinking of tasting the pulse in your neck with my lips while my hand rests on your apex, just to feel that beautiful pulse of yours tapping against my fingertips"

I love these kinds of conversations...

[droolsthot]

[loudheartbeat89]

Surviving Exams, Vanishing Packages, & Denim 💙📝

​Checking in, pulse family!

​Sorry for the radio silence—juggling student life in my thirties means my sleep schedule is completely wrecked and my time is nonexistent. To keep you entertained while I tackle these study papers, I put together a quick audio montage of some favorite moments, plus a 6-frame check-in in.

As for the infamous ECG monitor? It’s officially a lost cause. Transit limbo won, but the refund hit my account, so I’m currently shopping for a replacement 3 or 5-lead machine based on your suggestions!

​Wishing you all a restful weekend while I attempt to survive my coursework. Stay tuned, and keep those baselines steady! 💋

[h-s17heart]

Free to edit, if you want.

[radical-atomic-heart]

source: https://x.com/nibhelung/status/2075583475265261712

[radical-atomic-heart]

source: https://x.com/nibhelung/status/2075583475265261712

[880heartex]

I decided to try something different for once. A GIF this time. I dunno, I hope it came out looking OK. Whaddya think Moonbeam is looking at that's got her all excited like this?

I know I don't do the whole cartoony heart stuff a whole lot. I quite like cartoony hearts, but I prefer to keep to the more realistic-looking pulses. Thought the cardiophile bat would look nice with it, though.

Since Moonbeam is super-aware of her own body's functions, this could really describe without words what she's feeling when her heart is pounding really hard like in the recent video of her.

[cardioboy508]

For @cardiomason 🫀🫀💗💗

(Part 2/2)

*Will delete if asked to*

[tobitobi90art]

nikuman

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[m2mproduction]

The ambulance sways as it speeds through the night, lights flashing across the interior.

She lies motionless on the stretcher, skin pale, eyes closed.

“No pulse.”

The paramedic immediately positions his hands at the center of her chest—one over the other, fingers interlaced. Arms straight. Shoulders locked above her sternum.

Compressions begin.

Hard. Fast. Precise.

“One, two, three, four…”

Her body moves rhythmically beneath each push, the force deliberate—deep enough to circulate blood, controlled enough to maintain pace.

“Keep it at 100–120.”

The count continues, steady, relentless. Sweat forms despite the cold air. The ambulance jolts slightly with a turn, but his hands never lose position.

“Switch in ten seconds.”

Another paramedic moves into position.

“…eight, nine, ten—switch.”

Seamless. Hands replace hands without losing rhythm.

Compressions continue.

No pause. No hesitation.

Just the sound of counting, the rise and fall forced into her chest—holding on to life, one push at a time.