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Bro I NEED to stop shipping random crack ships. First it started with securitywaiter/dreamtheory and then it was lockjaw then it was icebaby and now it’s Derek and Garnett from The Beekeeper (still haven’t come up with a ship name for them yet) I’m sorry crack ships are just more fun than mainstream ships
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icebaby-sa · 2 years
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sakshiwowit · 1 year
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Ice Roller for Facial Massage and Skin Cooling
An ice roller for the face is a handheld beauty tool that is designed to provide a cooling and soothing effect on the skin. It typically consists of a rollerball attached to a handle, which can be filled with water and frozen. Once frozen, the roller can be used on the face to help reduce puffiness, inflammation, and redness. The cold temperature of the roller can also help to tighten pores, reduce the appearance of fine lines and wrinkles, and promote circulation in the skin. The ice roller can be used as a part of a daily skincare routine or as needed for a quick refreshment.
To use an ice roller for the face, first, remove the rollerball from the handle and place it in the freezer for several hours until it is completely frozen. Once it is frozen, reattach the rollerball to the handle and roll it over the face in upward and outward motions. You can use the ice roller on different parts of your face, including the forehead, cheeks, under the eyes, and neck.
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angeles3289 · 2 years
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Drip Drip Drip 💧🌫💧🌫💧by @not.a.drill Iceberg in this hot sauna 🥵🌫@2051thirdspace #artshow #castrosf #2051thirdspace #dripdripdrip #hotsauna #icebaby #iceberg #iceart #water #diamond (at Castro District, San Francisco) https://www.instagram.com/p/CiqTa3fPK5o/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=
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suicking · 2 years
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Graffiti love ❤️ #graffitiwall #graffitilifestyle #graffitiletters #letters #wildstyler #colorfull #citykillerz #loveislove #interiordesign #nolimit #chillmusic #rapmusic #icebaby #smile (en Velarde , Surquillo) https://www.instagram.com/p/ChvQ-5CJc7g/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=
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ladylichhangar · 5 months
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greycaelum · 2 years
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May 5 is Kouki's birthday, to celebrate Kouki's 7th Birthday with you guys, the asks will be open for any question you wanna know about Kikufuku!
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Just type your question and label it with
[Ask Kikufuku] at the end of your message.
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We hope you guys join!
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getosubaru · 2 years
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bro, i had been waiting (im) patiently for the chapter!!!!! Thank you for the update! 🙃 Bye lemme read it quick!!!!!! 🏃‍♀️🏃‍♀️🏃‍♀️🏃‍♀️
omg i saw your comments and 😭😭😭 tysm for reading!!!
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redfurrycat · 1 year
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White Collar and Top Gun Fusion
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Special Agent for the FBI in the white-collar crimes division Bradley Bradshaw once arrested white-collar criminal Jake Seresin, alias the Hangman.
The Hangman is a charming and sophisticated con artist known as such because he cockily leaves a hangman game on each crime scene (leading to his next theft). However, Agent Bradshaw cracks his hangman code which has allowed him to finally capture the elusive criminal.
(Un)fortunately, his criminal talents in counterfeiting are coveted by the white-collar crimes division. The FBI IceBoss Tom Kazansky strikes a deal with him: serving his remaining four-year sentence as an anklet-wearing consultant to the FBI. Seresin accepts the deal as long as he gets Agent Bradshaw as his handler. (What? The guy has brains and is sweet on the eye –his moustache notwithstanding–, and he likes ‘hem smart and pretty.)
Agent Bradshaw has no choice but to obey his bossdad. He’s thus now working with the infuriating, cunning, and not at all appealing criminal alongside his newly formed white-collar team –Agents Natasha Trace and Bob Floyd. The team has a particularly high solved-cases rate, mainly due to the duo très spécial working together.
FBI consultant Jake Seresin has the time of his life: he lives in a beautiful and richly decorated house with Penny Benjamin, the charming landlady; he wears her late husband’s styled suits and hats; he finds his criminal and genius best friend Javy Machado again and often asks him for help in various FBI cases…
About that…He is surprised how much he likes using his devilishly almost-too-good-to-be-true talents (‘ugh’, says Bradley, every single time) for the other side of the law. His colleagues Trace and Floyd are really nice too: he banters with Phoenix like he would his own sister, and fondly annoys Bob like he would a little brother.
He expects even less to fall for Agent Bradshaw. Bradley. The Hawaiian-shirt-wearing and by-the-book special agent appears to be a little grumpy on the outside, especially with him, but Jake is trying to shatter Bradley’s walls, and he will succeed eventually. They have numerous evening talks during which they share personal details, and pretty much bicker about every possible subject.
Jake also meets the IceBoss’ trophy wife and Bradley’s godfather, Pete (‘Call me Maverick’) Mitchell. Maverick is a mechanic and an engineer, and he does some consultant work when the FBI needs his expertise. These two become thick as thieves, as they have similar minds, and Maverick often invites Jake for dinner (Bradley whines ‘Mav, whyyyyyyyyy?!’ meanwhile Ice is questioning his husband’s –matchmaking–motives…‘Trust me IceBaby, I know what I’m doing.’)
It is Mav who convinces Jake to go for it, because his oblivious godson would never act on his feelings, he’s too cautious (‘Ah. The snug-on-his-perch type’…..‘Well, yeah, but he has his reasons.’). However, Mav is sure he likes Jake because Ice has told him Bradley often comes in his office to rant about Hangman (‘Ice, he’s yet again charming such and such, he’s unprofessional!’… Also Ice has the patience of a saint).
Thus Jake begins wooing Bradley à la Hangman: he leaves him complimentary notes disguised as hangman games on his desk, he delivers perfect art forgeries in Bradley’s effigy (paintings, sculptures, drawings,…) at his home –Bradley’s both scandalised and reluctantly charmed– and, on one memorable occasion, Bradley’s gifted a Carrara-marbled, life-sized and very much naked statue of Jake. He stays speechless for an abnormal amount of time and can’t look Jake in the eye (héhé) for some time. He’ll deny it, but Bradley keeps the statue. Of course, he keeps the statue! Finally, Jake’s last and most romantic move is to offer Bradley a piano he's personally restored! It’s the final straw for Bradley: he jumps him so hard his neighbours call the police to report *suspicious* noise.
[After their “strenuous” activities, Jake asks Bradley if he has succeeded in accomplishing his most spectacular heist.
Bradley: And what would that be?
Jake: Have I finally succeeded in stealing your heart?
Bradley: For a seductive bastard, you are ridiculously corny sometimes…but if you must know. Yeah, you did.]
Once they get their act together, Bradley feels comfortable enough to do some wooing of his own: he serenades Jake with skillful renditions of 'Smooth Criminal' on the piano as well as old romantic ballads.
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fluffimemes · 1 year
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[21] not sexc enough
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Currently, you were underneath your blanket while laying on your bed. The lights were off, but the window let the sun's rays into the room.
Your mind was overwhelmed. You couldn't stop thinking about the conversation that you had with Thirteen.
Those messages that she showed you were fake -- is what you wanted to say, but you knew she wouldn't do something like that. Neither would Solomon. Right?
What motive does he have? Did he sacrifice many years of friendship over something small? How did he benefit from this? ...What if this whole time, he was using you for something?
There were many thoughts inside your head that it was overwhelming.
There was a knock at the door that made you jump. You checked your phone, the last message Satan sent was a few minutes ago. He couldn't have arrived so quickly... Maybe.
Another knock. If you didn't open the door, he would eventually leave.
"Yeah, I'll just stay here! He'll lea-" your thoughts were interrupted by someone opening the door.
"You have to lock your door, it's dangerous to leave it unlocked," Satan announced his presence. You quickly put your face into your pillow, not wanting to get scolded by Satan.
Footsteps could be heard until there was a weight on your bed.
"You can't hide forever, you know?" Satan softly spoke to you, as if you were a kitten.
"I'm sorry," you apologized, not knowing if he heard you. You heard him rummaging through a bag.
"Don't apologize, I'm not here to scold you," Satan tried to pry away your blanket, but you held onto it tight.
"If you show me your face, I'll make you hot chocolate," Satan bribed you
"With extra marshmallows?" You mumbled out, almost inaudible, but Satan hummed. You hesitantly sat up, though you were looking down at your lap.
Satan put a hand on your chin and made you face him, his hand was warm. He softly smiled at you, moved some hair strands away, and went to wipe your face with the tissues that he brought. Next to him was a bag full of stuff. Considering that it took him a few minutes to arrive, these items must be from his dorm.
You didn't realize how comforting his touch was until he was finished. He threw the tissues into the trashcan next to your bed. He was about to stand up, but you quickly grabbed his hand to stop him. This shocked the both of you.
"Stay..." you whispered out, you didn't have enough courage to look at his eyes.
"I'm just going to go make you your hot chocolate, I did promise you," Satan softly spoke.
"Not yet," you said. You realized how Satan grounded you, how he kept the overwhelming thoughts away.
He must've realized what was going on and decided to scoot next to you. He intertwined your hands together. You decided to put your head on his shoulder. A few seconds passed until you felt soft on your forehead. It took you a second to realize that Satan kissed your forehead.
You closed your eyes, the warmth from Satan's body lulling you to sleep.
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Taglist: @dee-zbignuts @ice-icebaby @lysa1201 @leviachxn @macherise @lloydlovebot @obeymycok @katsuissus @simpsymphony @whipped-for-fictionals @happilyasimp2 @evy-ya @a-really-hot-caterpillar @imjustasimplesimp
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amor-immortalem · 2 years
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Finding his parents’ old wedding pics
Because of course Levi’s weeb ass would want to recreate this jojo meme and Isabella was down for it.
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I’m sure this idea has been done before but I still found it funny so…
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norcal44 · 10 months
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IceBaby...
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pickle0juice · 8 months
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OK BACK WITH MORE NAMES but some r weird
Onionbread
Sugarfather
Hairy
Icebaby(if yk yk)
tablehorse
Icespice
ENJOY >:]
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"Are there any loose ends you'd like me to cover?" Idk if you mentioned it already and if you have then you can totally ignore this and I won't mind, but does bakugou have his quirk in your Lucifer series? Cause if so, God imagine them finding out that humans have naturally occurring powers. Also raises the question if Solomon was quirkless in that sense before learning magic 🤔
Lucifer X Reader: Oops, Sorry (29)
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Sorry for my hiatus!!! I have finished my final exams but was also dealing with my mental health. I think I'm going to leave it here. Thank you so much for reading this and seeing it through to the end. I had so much fun making it!!
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Tagged: @ice-icebaby @kadythethief @beautifulzonk @viemags @mystic-poteto @backseat-serenade-dizzyhurricane @obeyri @gwynsapphire @akira-morgenstern @fangirlinindia @luciferscoffeemachine @greenlit-mess @missymysa @yeet-san @queen-aria-things @here-queer-and-confused @mistyeyed22 @buttercupcakezzz @obeythebutler @bxby-luna @goththem @atomicangelpalacescissors @siniy606 @angleapple @t-misaki @lonleynaturalyanderedragon @raeraekubs @alyssatjuhhh @randomlyappearingartist @venus-armote @lysa1201 @gawrmilk-luvr @azucarian
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luvreyn · 2 years
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GIFT
Pairing: Gojo Satoru x Goddess of Death! Reader
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A prince. He is born as a prince again. He does not know how many times he’s been reborn as a member of a royal family. He supposes the Gods wants him to stay to be a Prince for all his lifetimes.
The creature in front of him sings him praises and shows the gifts of his nation, along with the tribute he brought with him. The tribute smiles shyly when he glances at her.
Another bride-to-be, the Gods sure are testing his patience. He’s sure they know that the King and Queen plan to arrange his marriage after his coming of age. He dismisses them with a wave of his hand, and he stalks out with the intention of seeing the garden.
The red spider lily blooms red under the moonlight. Your favorites. He wonders if you are watching him. He wonders if you have forgotten about him so soon. He examines the gift of the diplomat earlier, and an idea is formed.
He’d given you gifts before, but all they did was make you sad. The flowers wilt, the animals die, the jewelry turns to ash when you touch it. He has not given you a perfect present yet.
However, he is still not quite sure what it is. That is the only thing he doesn’t know.
He knows you hate him dying, meaningless deaths-wars which you find exhausting, and for someone who rules the dead, you do not fancy the cold.
He knows that you like flowers, animals, and jewelry, but nothing has yet to survive your touch.
And he knows that whenever there is a death, there is always a possibility of you watching, ready to collect and sooth the souls you collected.
He envies them for seeing you when he still couldn’t. Not yet, anyway. He learned the hard way that you do not fancy seeing him die so young. It does not mean, however, that he wants you to forget his existence.
Instead of meeting the ladies his parents chose as candidates for the Crown Princess position, he spent days and nights thinking of a present for you. He spent his day tending to his sick horse, but he knew death when it stared right into his eyes.
He picks out one red spider lily and places it on the grave of his favorite horse in mourning and respect. He hoped you’d be the one to deliver his horse to an everlasting peace.
When he sees the flower gone the following day, he smiles in bewilderment. You have never picked other flowers when they were offered... but now he is not sure why he is certain that it was you who collected his horse’s soul, but he is.
He has never been wrong—he does not allow himself to make mistakes when it comes to you.
Touching the stone marking the grave, he breathes. He already misses your phantom touch.
Soon, he will be with you again.
His coming of age is a disaster. The palace is burning. The traitors are still wrecking havoc and terrorizing the citizens.
What kind of king is he if he leaves to see you when his people need him? He unsheathes his sword, throwing the gift of the traitor away. Damn the gods and his feelings of pleasing you.
He sighs, slashing the throat of the person who tried to attack him, letting it fall on the ground along with the others. He places the flower on top of the body and walks toward where the rest of the traitors are hiding.
It seems he’d have to wait longer to see you.
Until then, he hopes you'll find these gifts lovely.
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tagging: @ice-icebaby​
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half-past-late · 2 years
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expectations -
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@ice-icebaby
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