#heartate

[leaguepositivibee]

@heartate is so passionate about ahri and evelynn and all of her muses in general !! I love to see her headcanons on my dashboard and to see her ooc posts because I feel like I've known her forever even if we don't talk much. She is a very welcoming presence in the community and we are lucky to have her around!!

from Anonymous

[weldlune]

@heartate i’m begging you to kiss the girl right now

Alune strums absently at her guitar, her long hair hanging over the polished wood like vines, but the energy has gone out of her since she sent Aphelios to bed. She’d insisted that he not push himself because Ahri will come back and they’ll have another opportunity to create something together. Alune had offered to keep working on the song with Ahri (perhaps a selfish desire on her part to get some time alone with her), but it’s hard to find the energy when she’s worried about Aphelios. He always feels so bad when his illness makes him miss out on spending time with her, even though she always insists that it’s okay and feels bad that he feels bad, and —

     She lets out a sigh before she can stop herself, then covers her mouth. “Sorry,” she says as a shy smile pulls at her lips, “that was rude of me.” Her dark eyes fix on Ahri even though it makes her heart do flip-flops, and Alune tucks a lock of hair behind her ear. “He feels really bad to miss out on hanging out with you.” She takes a hand off her guitar to rest it on the front of her dress, right over her heart. “It’s the twin sense, you know. He really likes spending time with you.” I really like spending time with you. Her lips twists around the words as she forms them into a smile again. 

     Come on, Alune. Get it together. “I’m really craving cocoa right now,” she says suddenly, setting the guitar aside and standing up. “Want some?”

[phantombs]

"You sing so much. You sing pretty songs, so I come to pick these grasses, and you sing so much. Again, today.” Sad, strange, happy. Carefully, he plucks another sprig of sage. Foolish man. Its dew drops collect fat about its stem, and Choi Cường, without so much as a tremor to his bones, bravely harvests on. But how fortunate. There, to win such a doting audience, this hunter with her hunger and a songbird’s song...! “It’s nice to hear. It is. I wonder, though, who does more than hear. Who listens. Is anyone listening? To the words. You. They should.”

@heartate,  ♡’d.

[on-cerulean-wings]

“I just wanted to see if it worked! And it did! Look, now I got three of you here.”

[expirator]

there's something almost careless in the way her steps spring along the path towards the order, but she feels no fear - she knows she is safe. after so long away, she all but bursts through door after door, until she finds him alone in his quarters. a smile pulls over her lips and her feet dance to his side, and she comes to collapse in his lap. hands gently grasp his shirt as she leans forward, nose brushing against his, before she presses her lips upon his own. "miss me?"

A home does not have to be a cozy, straw-thatched cottage in the woodlands. A home can be the ghostly shadows of stone pillars slanting in the moonlight and the dusty corridors of a far-off temple in the hinterlands.

A home does not have to conduct an aria of amicability or the chattering of companionship. A home can be the sole, silent symphony of silhouettes and their solemn stares as they slither along the ceiling.

A home does not have to be the enthusiastic calls of children tugging at one’s leg and warm embraces like flame burning away at the hearth. A home can be a curt nod at its iron gates, and a “Good to have you back, sir,” as the only softness to cushion one’s weary feet.

But Zed’s home can conjure up surprises of its own, too. Sometimes a home can be the softness of silk fingers along his chest, the rustling of robes alighting in his lap, and the charming comfort of a fox’s tails swirling around his torso.

“Miss me?” comes her coy question.

Zed reaches out with his weary, callused hands, hands all too used to stone and shadow and the strict mien of duty, to reach for that piece of home that never fails to gladden his heart and lift his spirits. His hands cup Ahri’s cheeks, and he leans in to return the kiss - deep, eager, hungry to enjoy it in full.

“How could I not?”

[snugglyporos]

ahri knees down onto the ground as her golden gaze, filled to the brim with its warmth, sweeps across each little poro bouncing obediently before her. she picks up each one, giving them soft kisses to the tops of their heads, between their horns.

Happy poro chitters! Give licks in return! are poro kisses! are good! Happy sheep puffs. 

[shikaal]

[NSFW] put a name in my inbox and my muse will answer:

@heartate : ahwi 

How interested they are in having sex with them:  ahri hot , always interested  How much they would pay (or have to be paid) to have sex with them: she’d pay ahri in human guts If they would rather bottom or top them:  tippy top How good they think they would be:  akali likes making pillow princesses whine so that’s a solid 10 right there If they’d prefer kitchen counter, wall, or shower sex with them:  shower owo If they’d fuck, have sex, or make love:  they do the sexuals If they were going to make it a threesome, the third person they’d pick:  ... eve  If they think there’s ever a possibility that it would happen:  texts ahri ‘u want sum fuk?’ and hopes for the best

[archadespirate-aa]

heartate replied to your post:           “Sinday is two days away, in case...

ah, are you catholic?

          ??? -- “No, I’m Balthier.”