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monopoly-mountain-requests ยท 5 months ago
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A moodboard for Etho from the Life Series and some Hermitcraft, with fluffy snow and themes of protecting loved ones
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celeryguy ยท 1 month ago
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๐Ÿ’•๐Ÿ’•Thank you so much for drawing the melty moose!!!๐Ÿ’•๐Ÿ’•
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imfromsixam ยท 8 months ago
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The Hacienda Getaway (CC Pack for The Sims 4)
Welcome to "El Agave" Hacienda Resort!
Hey, Simmers! With the arrival of the "Ciudad Enamorada" world in The Sims 4 Lovestruck, I couldn't resist recreating a beautiful spot I visited last year in Los Cabos, Mexico.
This CC Pack is all about an old hacienda where they produce the finest tequila. Even though I'm not a big drinker, the place was simply magical! Of course, I had to try a couple of Paloma cocktails and some tequila shots โ€“ when in Rome, right? ๐Ÿน
In this pack, you'll discover a treasure trove of old archways, grand double doors, and windows made of wood, clay, and iron, all available in open versions to bring your spaces to life. Plus, there's a full set of cozy, leather-style living room furniture where your Sims can chat, relax, or get a little romantic. ๐Ÿ’•
I had a blast crafting the rustic coffee table and console with carved wood finishes. The iron chandeliers add an authentic old-world charm, and the mud planters with cacti are a perfect touch of the local flair. ๐ŸŒต
But wait, there's more! I've added new flowers, a traditional-style rug, rustic painting frame, cushions, armchair, cool beams for your ceiling, beautiful terracotta tiles, and of course, a tequila set to make it all complete.
I had a lot of fun creating this set, reminiscing about one of the best vacations I've had. I hope to go back soon, but in the meantime, my Sims can enjoy a bit of that life.
Dive into the fun with this custom content for The Sims 4, and as always,ย happyย simming!
About this CC Pack
Build: Arch, Door, 2 Floors, 2 Windows
Comfort: Armchair with and without pillows, Armchair, Loveseat, Sofa
Decorative: Cushions for sofa, Cushions, Beam, 3 plants (cactus), Paiting, 1 Flower (Dalia), Rug, Tequila Bottle, Tequila Set, Mud Vase
Lighting: Chandelier, Wall Light
Surface: Coffee table, Console Table
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pjackk ยท 11 months ago
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๐Ÿ“๐Ÿซ๐Ÿฅ๐Ÿ…๐Ÿซ’๐Ÿฅฅ๐Ÿ‹โ€๐ŸŸฉ๐Ÿฅ‘๐Ÿ†๐Ÿฅ”๐Ÿฅ•๐ŸŒฝ๐ŸŒถ๐Ÿซ‘๐Ÿฅ’๐Ÿฅฌ๐Ÿฅฆ๐Ÿง„๐Ÿง…๐Ÿ„๐Ÿฅœ๐Ÿซ˜๐ŸŒฐ๐Ÿซš๐Ÿซ›๐Ÿ„โ€๐ŸŸซ๐Ÿž๐Ÿฅ๐Ÿฅ–๐Ÿซ“๐Ÿฅจ๐Ÿฅฏ๐Ÿฅž๐Ÿง‡๐Ÿง€๐Ÿ–๐Ÿ—๐Ÿฅฉ๐Ÿฅ“๐Ÿ”๐ŸŸ๐Ÿ•๐ŸŒญ๐Ÿฅช๐ŸŒฎ๐ŸŒฏ๐Ÿซ”๐Ÿฅ™๐Ÿง†๐Ÿฅš๐Ÿณ๐Ÿฅ˜๐Ÿฒ๐Ÿซ•๐Ÿฅฃ๐Ÿฅ—๐Ÿฟ๐Ÿงˆ๐Ÿง‚๐Ÿฅซ๐Ÿฑ๐Ÿ˜๐Ÿ™๐Ÿš๐Ÿ›๐Ÿœ๐Ÿ๐Ÿ ๐Ÿข๐Ÿฃ๐Ÿฆช๐Ÿค๐Ÿฅ๐Ÿฅฎ๐Ÿก๐ŸฅŸ๐Ÿฅ ๐Ÿฅก๐Ÿฆ๐Ÿง๐Ÿจ๐Ÿฉ๐Ÿช๐ŸŽ‚๐Ÿฐ๐Ÿง๐Ÿฅง๐Ÿซ๐Ÿฌ๐Ÿญ๐Ÿฎ๐Ÿฏ๐Ÿผ๐Ÿฅ›โ˜•๏ธ๐Ÿซ–๐Ÿต๐Ÿถ๐Ÿพ๐Ÿท๐Ÿธ๐Ÿน๐Ÿบ๐Ÿป๐Ÿฅ‚๐Ÿฅƒ๐Ÿซ—๐Ÿฅค๐Ÿง‹๐Ÿงƒ๐Ÿง‰๐ŸงŠ๐Ÿฅข๐Ÿฝ๐Ÿด๐Ÿฅ„๐Ÿ”ช๐Ÿซ™๐Ÿบ๐ŸŒ๐ŸŒŽ๐ŸŒ๐ŸŒ๐Ÿ—บ๐Ÿงญ๐Ÿ”โ›ฐ๏ธ๐ŸŒ‹๐Ÿ—ป๐Ÿ•๐Ÿ–๐Ÿœ๐Ÿ๐Ÿž๐ŸŸ๐Ÿ›๐Ÿ—๐Ÿงฑ๐Ÿชจ๐Ÿชต๐Ÿ›–๐Ÿ˜๐Ÿš๐Ÿ ๐Ÿก๐Ÿข๐Ÿฃ๐Ÿค๐Ÿฅ๐Ÿฆ๐Ÿจ๐Ÿฉ๐Ÿช๐Ÿซ๐Ÿฌ๐Ÿญ๐Ÿฏ๐Ÿฐ๐Ÿ’’๐Ÿ—ผ๐Ÿ—ฝโ›ช๏ธ๐Ÿ•Œ๐Ÿ›•๐Ÿ•โ›ฉ๏ธ๐Ÿ•‹โ›ฒ๏ธโ›บ๏ธ๐ŸŒ๐ŸŒƒ๐Ÿ™๐ŸŒ„๐ŸŒ…๐ŸŒ†๐ŸŒ‡๐ŸŒ‰โ™จ๏ธ๐ŸŽ ๐Ÿ›๐ŸŽก๐ŸŽข๐Ÿ’ˆ๐ŸŽช๐Ÿš‚๐Ÿš๐Ÿš„๐Ÿš…๐Ÿš†๐Ÿš‡๐Ÿšˆ๐Ÿš‰๐ŸšŠ๐Ÿš๐Ÿšž๐Ÿš‹๐ŸšŒ๐Ÿš๐ŸšŽ๐Ÿš๐Ÿš‘๐Ÿš’๐Ÿš“๐Ÿš”๐Ÿš•๐Ÿš–๐Ÿš—๐Ÿš˜๐Ÿš™๐Ÿ›ป๐Ÿšš๐Ÿš›๐Ÿšœ๐ŸŽ๐Ÿ๐Ÿ›ต๐Ÿฆฝ๐Ÿฆผ๐Ÿ›บ๐Ÿšฒ๐Ÿ›ด๐Ÿ›น๐Ÿ›ผ๐Ÿš๐Ÿ›ฃ๐Ÿ›ค๐Ÿ›ขโ›ฝ๏ธ๐Ÿ›ž๐Ÿšจ๐Ÿšฅ๐Ÿšฆ๐Ÿ›‘๐Ÿšงโš“๏ธ๐Ÿ›Ÿโ›ต๏ธ๐Ÿ›ถ๐Ÿšค๐Ÿ›ณโ›ด๏ธ๐Ÿ›ฅ๐Ÿšขโœˆ๏ธ๐Ÿ›ฉ๐Ÿ›ซ๐Ÿ›ฌ๐Ÿช‚๐Ÿ’บ๐Ÿš๐ŸšŸ๐Ÿš ๐Ÿšก๐Ÿ›ฐ๐Ÿš€๐Ÿ›ธ๐Ÿ›Ž๐ŸงณโŒ›๏ธโณ๏ธโŒš๏ธโฐ๏ธโฑ๏ธโฒ๏ธ๐Ÿ•ฐ๐Ÿ•›๐Ÿ•ง๐Ÿ•๐Ÿ•œ๐Ÿ•‘๐Ÿ•๐Ÿ•’๐Ÿ•ž๐Ÿ•“๐Ÿ•Ÿ๐Ÿ•”๐Ÿ• ๐Ÿ••๐Ÿ•ก๐Ÿ•–๐Ÿ•ข๐Ÿ•—๐Ÿ•ฃ๐Ÿ•˜๐Ÿ•ค๐Ÿ•™๐Ÿ•ฅ๐Ÿ•š๐Ÿ•ฆ๐ŸŒ‘๐ŸŒ’๐ŸŒ“๐ŸŒ”๐ŸŒ•๐ŸŒ–๐ŸŒ—๐ŸŒ˜๐ŸŒ™๐ŸŒš๐ŸŒ›๐ŸŒœ๐ŸŒกโ˜€๏ธ๐ŸŒ๐ŸŒž๐Ÿชโญ๏ธ๐ŸŒŸ๐ŸŒ ๐ŸŒŒโ˜๏ธโ›…๏ธโ›ˆ๏ธ๐ŸŒค๐ŸŒฅ๐ŸŒฆ๐ŸŒง๐ŸŒจ๐ŸŒฉ๐ŸŒช๐ŸŒซ๐ŸŒฌ๐ŸŒ€๐ŸŒˆ๐ŸŒ‚โ˜‚๏ธโ˜”๏ธโ›ฑ๏ธโšก๏ธโ„๏ธโ˜ƒ๏ธโ›„๏ธโ˜„๏ธ๐Ÿ”ฅ๐Ÿ’ง๐ŸŒŠ๐ŸŽƒ๐ŸŽ„๐ŸŽ†๐ŸŽ‡๐Ÿงจโœจ๏ธ๐ŸŽˆ๐ŸŽ‰๐ŸŽŠ๐ŸŽ‹๐ŸŽ๐ŸŽŽ๐ŸŽ๐ŸŽ๐ŸŽ‘๐Ÿงง๐ŸŽ€๐ŸŽ๐ŸŽ—๐ŸŽŸ๐ŸŽซ๐ŸŽ–๐Ÿ†๐Ÿ…๐Ÿฅ‡๐Ÿฅˆ๐Ÿฅ‰โšฝ๏ธโšพ๏ธ๐ŸฅŽ๐Ÿ€๐Ÿ๐Ÿˆ๐Ÿ‰๐ŸŽพ๐Ÿฅ๐ŸŽณ๐Ÿ๐Ÿ‘๐Ÿ’๐Ÿฅ๐Ÿ“๐Ÿธ๐ŸฅŠ๐Ÿฅ‹๐Ÿฅ…โ›ณ๏ธโ›ธ๏ธ๐ŸŽฃ๐Ÿคฟ๐ŸŽฝ๐ŸŽฟ๐Ÿ›ท๐ŸฅŒ๐ŸŽฏ๐Ÿช€๐Ÿช๐ŸŽฑ๐Ÿ”ฎ๐Ÿช„๐Ÿงฟ๐Ÿชฌ๐ŸŽฎ๐Ÿ•น๐ŸŽฐ๐ŸŽฒ๐Ÿงฉ๐Ÿงธ๐Ÿช…๐Ÿชฉ๐Ÿช†โ™ ๏ธโ™ฅ๏ธโ™ฆ๏ธโ™ฃ๏ธโ™Ÿ๏ธ๐Ÿƒ๐Ÿ€„๐ŸŽด๐ŸŽญ๐Ÿ–ผ๐ŸŽจ๐Ÿงต๐Ÿชก๐Ÿงถ๐Ÿชข๐Ÿ‘“๐Ÿ•ถ๐Ÿฅฝ๐Ÿฅผ๐Ÿฆบ๐Ÿ‘”๐Ÿ‘•๐Ÿ‘–๐Ÿงฃ๐Ÿงค๐Ÿงฅ๐Ÿงฆ๐Ÿ‘—๐Ÿ‘˜๐Ÿฅป๐Ÿฉฑ๐Ÿฉฒ๐Ÿฉณ๐Ÿ‘™๐Ÿ‘š๐Ÿชญ๐Ÿ‘›๐Ÿ‘œ๐Ÿ‘๐Ÿ›๐ŸŽ’๐Ÿฉด๐Ÿ‘ž๐Ÿ‘Ÿ๐Ÿฅพ๐Ÿฅฟ๐Ÿ‘ ๐Ÿ‘ก๐Ÿฉฐ๐Ÿ‘ข๐Ÿชฎ๐Ÿ‘‘๐Ÿ‘’๐ŸŽฉ๐ŸŽ“๐Ÿงข๐Ÿช–โ›‘๏ธ๐Ÿ“ฟ๐Ÿ’„๐Ÿ’๐Ÿ’Ž๐Ÿ”‡๐Ÿ”ˆ๐Ÿ”‰๐Ÿ”Š๐Ÿ“ข๐Ÿ“ฃ๐Ÿ“ฏ๐Ÿ””๐Ÿ”•๐ŸŽผ๐ŸŽต๐ŸŽถ๐ŸŽ™๐ŸŽš๐ŸŽ›๐ŸŽค๐ŸŽง๐Ÿ“ป๐ŸŽท๐Ÿช—๐ŸŽธ๐ŸŽน๐ŸŽบ๐ŸŽป๐Ÿช•๐Ÿฅ๐Ÿช˜๐Ÿช‡๐Ÿชˆ๐Ÿ“ฑ๐Ÿ“ฒโ˜Ž๏ธ๐Ÿ“ž๐Ÿ“Ÿ๐Ÿ“ ๐Ÿ”‹๐Ÿชซ๐Ÿ”Œ๐Ÿ’ป๐Ÿ–ฅ๐Ÿ–จโŒจ๏ธ๐Ÿ–ฑ๐Ÿ–ฒ๐Ÿ’ฝ๐Ÿ’พ๐Ÿ’ฟ๐Ÿ“€๐Ÿงฎ๐ŸŽฅ๐ŸŽž๐Ÿ“ฝ๐ŸŽฌ๐Ÿ“บ๐Ÿ“ท๐Ÿ“ธ๐Ÿ“น๐Ÿ“ผ๐Ÿ”๐Ÿ”Ž๐Ÿ•ฏ๐Ÿ’ก๐Ÿ”ฆ๏ฟฝ๏ฟฝ๐Ÿช”๐Ÿ“”๐Ÿ“•๐Ÿ“–๐Ÿ“—๐Ÿ“˜๐Ÿ“™๐Ÿ“š๐Ÿ““๐Ÿ“’๐Ÿ“ƒ๐Ÿ“œ๐Ÿ“„๐Ÿ“ฐ๐Ÿ—ž๐Ÿ“‘๐Ÿ”–๐Ÿท๐Ÿ’ฐ๐Ÿช™๐Ÿ’ด๐Ÿ’ต๐Ÿ’ถ๐Ÿ’ท๐Ÿ’ธ๐Ÿ’ณ๐Ÿงพโœ‰๏ธ๐Ÿ“ง๐Ÿ“จ๐Ÿ“ฉ๐Ÿ“ค๐Ÿ“ฅ๐Ÿ“ฆ๐Ÿ“ซ๐Ÿ“ช๐Ÿ“ฌ๐Ÿ“ญ๐Ÿ“ฎ๐Ÿ—ณโœ๏ธโœ’๏ธ๐Ÿ–‹๐Ÿ–Š๐Ÿ–Œ๐Ÿ–๐Ÿ“๐Ÿ’ผ๐Ÿ“๐Ÿ“‚๐Ÿ—‚๐Ÿ“…๐Ÿ“†๐Ÿ—’๐Ÿ—“๐Ÿ“‡๐Ÿ“ˆ๐Ÿ“‰๐Ÿ“Š๐Ÿ“‹๐Ÿ“Œ๐Ÿ“๐Ÿ“Ž๐Ÿ–‡๐Ÿ“๐Ÿ“โœ‚๏ธ๐Ÿ—ƒ๐Ÿ—„๐Ÿ—‘๐Ÿ”’๐Ÿ”“๐Ÿ”๐Ÿ”๐Ÿ”‘๐Ÿ—๐Ÿ”จ๐Ÿช“โ›๏ธโš’๏ธ๐Ÿ› ๐Ÿ—กโš”๏ธ๐Ÿ”ซ๐Ÿชƒ๐Ÿน๐Ÿ›ก๐Ÿชš๐Ÿ”ง๐Ÿช›๐Ÿ”ฉโš™๏ธ๐Ÿ—œโš–๏ธ๐Ÿฆฏ๐Ÿ”—โ›“๏ธโ›“๏ธโ€๐Ÿ’ฅ๐Ÿช๐Ÿงฐ๐Ÿงฒ๐Ÿชœโš—๏ธ๐Ÿงช๐Ÿงซ๐Ÿงฌ๐Ÿ”ฌ๐Ÿ”ญ๐Ÿ“ก๐Ÿ’‰๐Ÿฉธ๐Ÿ’Š๐Ÿฉน๐Ÿฉผ๐Ÿฉบ๐Ÿฉป๐Ÿšช๐Ÿ›—๐Ÿชž๐ŸชŸ๐Ÿ›๐Ÿ›‹๐Ÿช‘๐Ÿšฝ๐Ÿช ๐Ÿšฟ๐Ÿ›๐Ÿชค๐Ÿช’๐Ÿงด๐Ÿงท๐Ÿงน๐Ÿงบ๐Ÿงป๐Ÿชฃ๐Ÿงผ๐Ÿซง๐Ÿชฅ๐Ÿงฝ๐Ÿงฏ๐Ÿ›’๐Ÿšฌโšฐ๏ธ๐Ÿชฆโšฑ๏ธ๐Ÿ—ฟ๐Ÿชง๐Ÿชช๐Ÿง๐Ÿšฎ๐Ÿšฐโ™ฟ๏ธ๐Ÿšน๐Ÿšบ๐Ÿšป๐Ÿšผ๐Ÿšพ๐Ÿ›‚๐Ÿ›ƒ๐Ÿ›„๐Ÿ›…โš ๏ธ๐Ÿšธโ›”๏ธ๐Ÿšซ๐Ÿšณ๐Ÿšญ๐Ÿšฏ๐Ÿšฑ๐Ÿšท๐Ÿ“ต๐Ÿ”žโ˜ข๏ธโ˜ฃ๏ธโฌ†๏ธโ†—๏ธโžก๏ธโ†˜๏ธโฌ‡๏ธโ†™๏ธโฌ…๏ธโ†–๏ธโ†•๏ธโ†”๏ธโ†ฉ๏ธโ†ช๏ธโคด๏ธโคต๏ธ๐Ÿ”ƒ๐Ÿ”„๐Ÿ”™๐Ÿ”š๐Ÿ”›๐Ÿ”œ๐Ÿ”๐Ÿ›โš›๏ธ๐Ÿ•‰โœก๏ธโ˜ธ๏ธโ˜ฏ๏ธโœ๏ธโ˜ฆ๏ธโ˜ช๏ธโ˜ฎ๏ธ๐Ÿ•Ž๐Ÿ”ฏ๐Ÿชฏโ™ˆ๏ธโ™‰๏ธโ™Š๏ธโ™‹๏ธโ™Œ๏ธโ™๏ธโ™Ž๏ธโ™๏ธโ™๏ธโ™‘๏ธโ™’๏ธโ™“๏ธโ›Ž๏ธ๐Ÿ”€๐Ÿ”๐Ÿ”‚โ–ถ๏ธโฉ๏ธโญ๏ธโฏ๏ธโ—€๏ธโช๏ธโฎ๏ธ๐Ÿ”ผโซ๏ธ๐Ÿ”ฝโฌ๏ธโธ๏ธโน๏ธโบ๏ธโ๏ธ๐ŸŽฆ๐Ÿ”…๐Ÿ”†๐Ÿ“ถ๐Ÿ›œ๐Ÿ“ณ๐Ÿ“ดโ™€๏ธโ™‚๏ธโšง๏ธโœ–๏ธโž•๏ธโž–๏ธโž—๏ธ๐ŸŸฐโ™พ๏ธโ€ผ๏ธโ‰๏ธโ“๏ธโ”๏ธโ•๏ธโ—๏ธใ€ฐ๏ธ๐Ÿ’ฑ๐Ÿ’ฒโš•๏ธโ™ป๏ธโšœ๏ธ๐Ÿ”ฑ๐Ÿ“›๐Ÿ”ฐโญ•๏ธโœ…๏ธโ˜‘๏ธโœ”๏ธโŒ๏ธโŽ๏ธโžฐ๏ธโžฟ๏ธใ€ฝ๏ธโœณ๏ธโœด๏ธโ‡๏ธยฉ๏ธยฎ๏ธโ„ข๏ธ#๏ธโƒฃ*๏ธโƒฃ0๏ธโƒฃ1๏ธโƒฃ2๏ธโƒฃ3๏ธโƒฃ4๏ธโƒฃ5๏ธโƒฃ6๏ธโƒฃ7๏ธโƒฃ8๏ธโƒฃ9๏ธโƒฃ๐Ÿ”Ÿ๐Ÿ” ๐Ÿ”ก๐Ÿ”ข๐Ÿ”ฃ๐Ÿ”ค๐Ÿ…ฐ๏ธ๐Ÿ†Ž๏ธ๐Ÿ…ฑ๏ธ๐Ÿ†‘๏ธ๐Ÿ†’๏ธ๐Ÿ†“๏ธโ„น๏ธ๐Ÿ†”๏ธโ“‚๏ธ๐Ÿ†•๏ธ๐Ÿ†–๏ธ๐Ÿ…พ๏ธ๐Ÿ†—๏ธ๐Ÿ…ฟ๏ธ๐Ÿ†˜๏ธ๐Ÿ†™๏ธ๐Ÿ†š๏ธ๐Ÿˆ๏ธ๐Ÿˆ‚๏ธ๐Ÿˆท๏ธ๐Ÿˆถ๏ธ๐Ÿˆฏ๏ธ๐Ÿ‰๏ธ๐Ÿˆน๏ธ๐Ÿˆš๏ธ๐Ÿˆฒ๏ธ๐Ÿ‰‘๏ธ๐Ÿˆธ๏ธ๐Ÿˆด๏ธ๐Ÿˆณ๏ธใŠ—๏ธใŠ™๏ธ๐Ÿˆบ๏ธ๐Ÿˆต๏ธ๐Ÿ”ด๐ŸŸ ๐ŸŸก๐ŸŸข๐Ÿ”ต๐ŸŸฃ๐ŸŸคโšช๏ธโšซ๏ธ๐ŸŸฅ๐ŸŸง๐ŸŸจ๐ŸŸฉ๐ŸŸฆ๐ŸŸช๐ŸŸซโฌ›โฌœ๏ธโ—ผ๏ธโ—ป๏ธโ—พ๏ธโ—ฝ๏ธโ–ช๏ธโ–ซ๏ธ๐Ÿ”ถ๏ธ๐Ÿ”ท๏ธ๐Ÿ”ธ๏ธ๐Ÿ”น๏ธ๐Ÿ”บ๏ธ๐Ÿ”ป๐Ÿ’ ๐Ÿ”˜๐Ÿ”ฒ๐Ÿ”ณ๐Ÿ๐Ÿšฉ๐Ÿด๐Ÿณ๐Ÿณ๏ธโ€๐ŸŒˆ๐Ÿณ๏ธโ€โšง๏ธ๐Ÿดโ€โ˜ ๏ธ๐Ÿ‡ฆ๐Ÿ‡จ๐Ÿ‡ฆ๐Ÿ‡ฉ๐Ÿ‡ฆ๐Ÿ‡ช๐Ÿ‡ฆ๐Ÿ‡ซ๐Ÿ‡ฆ๐Ÿ‡ฌ๐Ÿ‡ฆ๐Ÿ‡ฎ๐Ÿ‡ฆ๐Ÿ‡ฑ๐Ÿ‡ฆ๐Ÿ‡ฒ๐Ÿ‡ฆ๐Ÿ‡ด๐Ÿ‡ฆ๐Ÿ‡ถ๐Ÿ‡ฆ๐Ÿ‡ท๐Ÿ‡ฆ๐Ÿ‡ธ๐Ÿ‡ฆ๐Ÿ‡น๐Ÿ‡ฆ๐Ÿ‡บ๐Ÿ‡ฆ๐Ÿ‡ผ๐Ÿ‡ฆ๐Ÿ‡ฝ๐Ÿ‡ฆ๐Ÿ‡ฟ๐Ÿ‡ง๐Ÿ‡ฆ๐Ÿ‡ง๐Ÿ‡ง๐Ÿ‡ง๐Ÿ‡ฉ๐Ÿ‡ง๐Ÿ‡ช๐Ÿ‡ง๐Ÿ‡ซ๐Ÿ‡ง๐Ÿ‡ฌ๐Ÿ‡ง๐Ÿ‡ญ๐Ÿ‡ง๐Ÿ‡ฎ๐Ÿ‡ง๐Ÿ‡ฏ๐Ÿ‡ง๐Ÿ‡ฑ๐Ÿ‡ง๐Ÿ‡ฒ๐Ÿ‡ง๐Ÿ‡ณ๐Ÿ‡ง๐Ÿ‡ด๐Ÿ‡ง๐Ÿ‡ถ๐Ÿ‡ง๐Ÿ‡ท๐Ÿ‡ง๐Ÿ‡ธ๐Ÿ‡ง๐Ÿ‡น๐Ÿ‡ง๐Ÿ‡ป๐Ÿ‡ง๐Ÿ‡ผ๐Ÿ‡ง๐Ÿ‡พ๐Ÿ‡ง๐Ÿ‡ฟ๐Ÿ‡จ๐Ÿ‡ฆ๐Ÿ‡จ๐Ÿ‡จ๐Ÿ‡จ๐Ÿ‡ฉ๐Ÿ‡จ๐Ÿ‡ซ๐Ÿ‡จ๐Ÿ‡ฌ๐Ÿ‡จ๐Ÿ‡ญ๐Ÿ‡จ๐Ÿ‡ฎ๐Ÿ‡จ๐Ÿ‡ฐ๐Ÿ‡จ๐Ÿ‡ฑ๐Ÿ‡จ๐Ÿ‡ฒ๐Ÿ‡จ๐Ÿ‡ณ๐Ÿ‡จ๐Ÿ‡ด๐Ÿ‡จ๐Ÿ‡ต๐Ÿ‡จ๐Ÿ‡ท๐Ÿ‡จ๐Ÿ‡บ๐Ÿ‡จ๐Ÿ‡ป๐Ÿ‡จ๐Ÿ‡ผ๐Ÿ‡จ๐Ÿ‡ฝ๐Ÿ‡จ๐Ÿ‡พ๐Ÿ‡จ๐Ÿ‡ฟ๐Ÿ‡ฉ๐Ÿ‡ช๐Ÿ‡ฉ๐Ÿ‡ฌ๐Ÿ‡ฉ๐Ÿ‡ฏ๐Ÿ‡ฉ๐Ÿ‡ฐ๐Ÿ‡ฉ๐Ÿ‡ฒ๐Ÿ‡ฉ๐Ÿ‡ด๐Ÿ‡ฉ๐Ÿ‡ฟ๐Ÿ‡ช๐Ÿ‡ฆ๐Ÿ‡ช๐Ÿ‡จ๐Ÿ‡ช๐Ÿ‡ช๐Ÿ‡ช๐Ÿ‡ฌ๐Ÿ‡ช๐Ÿ‡ญ๐Ÿ‡ช๐Ÿ‡ท๐Ÿ‡ช๐Ÿ‡ธ๐Ÿ‡ช๐Ÿ‡น๐Ÿ‡ช๐Ÿ‡บ๐Ÿ‡ซ๐Ÿ‡ฎ๐Ÿ‡ซ๐Ÿ‡ฏ๐Ÿ‡ซ๐Ÿ‡ฐ๐Ÿ‡ซ๐Ÿ‡ฒ๐Ÿ‡ซ๐Ÿ‡ด๐Ÿ‡ซ๐Ÿ‡ท๐Ÿ‡ฌ๐Ÿ‡ฆ๐Ÿ‡ฌ๐Ÿ‡ง๐Ÿ‡ฌ๐Ÿ‡ฉ๐Ÿ‡ฌ๐Ÿ‡ช๐Ÿ‡ฌ๐Ÿ‡ซ๐Ÿ‡ฌ๐Ÿ‡ฌ๐Ÿ‡ฌ๐Ÿ‡ญ๐Ÿ‡ฌ๐Ÿ‡ฎ๐Ÿ‡ฌ๐Ÿ‡ฑ๐Ÿ‡ฌ๐Ÿ‡ฒ๐Ÿ‡ฌ๐Ÿ‡ณ๐Ÿ‡ฌ๐Ÿ‡ต๐Ÿ‡ฌ๐Ÿ‡ถ๐Ÿ‡ฌ๐Ÿ‡ท๐Ÿ‡ฌ๐Ÿ‡ธ๐Ÿ‡ฌ๐Ÿ‡น๐Ÿ‡ฌ๐Ÿ‡บ๐Ÿ‡ฌ๐Ÿ‡ผ๐Ÿ‡ฌ๐Ÿ‡พ๐Ÿ‡ญ๐Ÿ‡ฐ๐Ÿ‡ญ๐Ÿ‡ฒ๐Ÿ‡ญ๐Ÿ‡ณ๐Ÿ‡ญ๐Ÿ‡ท๐Ÿ‡ญ๐Ÿ‡น๐Ÿ‡ญ๐Ÿ‡บ๐Ÿ‡ฎ๐Ÿ‡จ๐Ÿ‡ฎ๐Ÿ‡ฉ๐Ÿ‡ฎ๐Ÿ‡ช๐Ÿ‡ฎ๐Ÿ‡ฒ๐Ÿ‡ฎ๐Ÿ‡ณ๐Ÿ‡ฎ๐Ÿ‡ด๐Ÿ‡ฎ๐Ÿ‡ถ๐Ÿ‡ฎ๐Ÿ‡ท๐Ÿ‡ฎ๐Ÿ‡ธ๐Ÿ‡ฎ๐Ÿ‡น๐Ÿ‡ฏ๐Ÿ‡ช๐Ÿ‡ฏ๐Ÿ‡ฒ๐Ÿ‡ฏ๐Ÿ‡ด๐Ÿ‡ฏ๐Ÿ‡ต๐Ÿ‡ฐ๐Ÿ‡ช๐Ÿ‡ฐ๐Ÿ‡ฌ๐Ÿ‡ฐ๐Ÿ‡ญ๐Ÿ‡ฐ๐Ÿ‡ฎ๐Ÿ‡ฐ๐Ÿ‡ฒ๐Ÿ‡ฐ๐Ÿ‡ณ๐Ÿ‡ฐ๐Ÿ‡ต๐Ÿ‡ฐ๐Ÿ‡ท๐Ÿ‡ฐ๐Ÿ‡ผ๐Ÿ‡ฐ๐Ÿ‡พ๐Ÿ‡ฐ๐Ÿ‡ฟ๐Ÿ‡ฑ๐Ÿ‡ฆ๐Ÿ‡ฑ๐Ÿ‡ง๐Ÿ‡ฑ๐Ÿ‡จ๐Ÿ‡ฑ๐Ÿ‡ฎ๐Ÿ‡ฑ๐Ÿ‡ฐ๐Ÿ‡ฑ๐Ÿ‡ท๐Ÿ‡ฑ๐Ÿ‡ธ๐Ÿ‡ฑ๐Ÿ‡น๐Ÿ‡ฑ๐Ÿ‡บ๐Ÿ‡ฑ๐Ÿ‡ป๐Ÿ‡ฑ๐Ÿ‡พ๐Ÿ‡ฒ๐Ÿ‡ฆ๐Ÿ‡ฒ๐Ÿ‡จ๐Ÿ‡ฒ๐Ÿ‡ฉ๐Ÿ‡ฒ๐Ÿ‡ช๐Ÿ‡ฒ๐Ÿ‡ซ๐Ÿ‡ฒ๐Ÿ‡ฌ๐Ÿ‡ฒ๐Ÿ‡ญ๐Ÿ‡ฒ๐Ÿ‡ฐ๐Ÿ‡ฒ๐Ÿ‡ฑ๐Ÿ‡ฒ๐Ÿ‡ฒ๐Ÿ‡ฒ๐Ÿ‡ณ๐Ÿ‡ฒ๐Ÿ‡ด๐Ÿ‡ฒ๐Ÿ‡ต๐Ÿ‡ฒ๐Ÿ‡ถ๐Ÿ‡ฒ๐Ÿ‡ท๐Ÿ‡ฒ๐Ÿ‡ธ๐Ÿ‡ฒ๐Ÿ‡น๐Ÿ‡ฒ๐Ÿ‡บ๐Ÿ‡ฒ๐Ÿ‡ป๐Ÿ‡ฒ๐Ÿ‡ผ๐Ÿ‡ฒ๐Ÿ‡ฝ๐Ÿ‡ฒ๐Ÿ‡พ๐Ÿ‡ฒ๐Ÿ‡ฟ๐Ÿ‡ณ๐Ÿ‡ฆ๐Ÿ‡ณ๐Ÿ‡จ๐Ÿ‡ณ๐Ÿ‡ช๐Ÿ‡ณ๐Ÿ‡ซ๐Ÿ‡ณ๐Ÿ‡ฌ๐Ÿ‡ณ๐Ÿ‡ฎ๐Ÿ‡ณ๐Ÿ‡ฑ๐Ÿ‡ณ๐Ÿ‡ด๐Ÿ‡ณ๐Ÿ‡ต๐Ÿ‡ณ๐Ÿ‡ท๐Ÿ‡ณ๐Ÿ‡บ๐Ÿ‡ณ๐Ÿ‡ฟ๐Ÿ‡ด๐Ÿ‡ฒ๐Ÿ‡ต๐Ÿ‡ฆ๐Ÿ‡ต๐Ÿ‡ช๐Ÿ‡ต๐Ÿ‡ซ๐Ÿ‡ต๐Ÿ‡ฌ๐Ÿ‡ต๐Ÿ‡ญ๐Ÿ‡ต๐Ÿ‡ฐ๐Ÿ‡ต๐Ÿ‡ฑ๐Ÿ‡ต๐Ÿ‡ฒ๐Ÿ‡ต๐Ÿ‡ณ๐Ÿ‡ต๐Ÿ‡ท๐Ÿ‡ต๐Ÿ‡ธ๐Ÿ‡ต๐Ÿ‡น๐Ÿ‡ต๐Ÿ‡ผ๐Ÿ‡ต๐Ÿ‡พ๐Ÿ‡ถ๐Ÿ‡ฆ๐Ÿ‡ท๐Ÿ‡ช๐Ÿ‡ท๐Ÿ‡ด๐Ÿ‡ท๐Ÿ‡ธ๐Ÿ‡ท๐Ÿ‡บ๐Ÿ‡ท๐Ÿ‡ผ๐Ÿ‡ธ๐Ÿ‡ฆ๐Ÿ‡ธ๐Ÿ‡ง๐Ÿ‡ธ๐Ÿ‡จ๐Ÿ‡ธ๐Ÿ‡ฉ๐Ÿ‡ธ๐Ÿ‡ช๐Ÿ‡ธ๏ฟฝ๏ฟฝ๐Ÿ‡ธ๐Ÿ‡ญ๐Ÿ‡ธ๐Ÿ‡ฎ๐Ÿ‡ธ๐Ÿ‡ฏ๐Ÿ‡ธ๐Ÿ‡ฐ๐Ÿ‡ธ๐Ÿ‡ฑ๐Ÿ‡ธ๐Ÿ‡ฒ๐Ÿ‡ธ๐Ÿ‡ณ๐Ÿ‡ธ๐Ÿ‡ด๐Ÿ‡ธ๐Ÿ‡ท๐Ÿ‡ธ๐Ÿ‡ธ๐Ÿ‡ธ๐Ÿ‡น๐Ÿ‡ธ๐Ÿ‡ป๐Ÿ‡ธ๐Ÿ‡ฝ๐Ÿ‡ธ๐Ÿ‡พ๐Ÿ‡ธ๐Ÿ‡ฟ๐Ÿ‡น๐Ÿ‡ฆ๐Ÿ‡น๐Ÿ‡จ๐Ÿ‡น๐Ÿ‡ฉ๐Ÿ‡น๐Ÿ‡ซ๐Ÿ‡น๐Ÿ‡ฌ๐Ÿ‡น๐Ÿ‡ญ๐Ÿ‡น๐Ÿ‡ฏ๐Ÿ‡น๐Ÿ‡ฐ๐Ÿ‡น๐Ÿ‡ฑ๐Ÿ‡น๐Ÿ‡ฒ๐Ÿ‡น๐Ÿ‡ณ๐Ÿ‡น๐Ÿ‡ด๐Ÿ‡น๐Ÿ‡ท๐Ÿ‡น๐Ÿ‡น๐Ÿ‡น๐Ÿ‡ป๐Ÿ‡น๐Ÿ‡ผ๐Ÿ‡น๐Ÿ‡ฟ๐Ÿ‡บ๐Ÿ‡ฆ๐Ÿ‡บ๐Ÿ‡ฌ๐Ÿ‡บ๐Ÿ‡ฒ๐Ÿ‡บ๐Ÿ‡ณ๐Ÿ‡บ๐Ÿ‡ธ๐Ÿ‡บ๐Ÿ‡พ๐Ÿ‡บ๐Ÿ‡ฟ๐Ÿ‡ป๐Ÿ‡ฆ๐Ÿ‡ป๐Ÿ‡จ๐Ÿ‡ป๐Ÿ‡ช๐Ÿ‡ป๐Ÿ‡ฌ๐Ÿ‡ป๐Ÿ‡ฎ๐Ÿ‡ป๐Ÿ‡ณ๐Ÿ‡ป๐Ÿ‡บ๐Ÿ‡ผ๐Ÿ‡ซ๐Ÿ‡ผ๐Ÿ‡ธ๐Ÿ‡ฝ๐Ÿ‡ฐ๐Ÿ‡พ๐Ÿ‡ช๐Ÿ‡พ๐Ÿ‡น๐Ÿ‡ฟ๐Ÿ‡ฆ๐Ÿ‡ฟ๐Ÿ‡ฒ๐Ÿ‡ฟ๐Ÿ‡ผ๐Ÿด๓ ง๓ ข๓ ฅ๓ ฎ๓ ง๓ ฟ๐Ÿด๓ ง๓ ข๓ ณ๓ ฃ๓ ด๓ ฟ๐Ÿด๓ ง๓ ข๓ ท๓ ฌ๓ ณ๓ ฟ
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Iโ€™ve had an absolute blast working together with @little-annie on this. When I read the first summary slide I knew I had to have it.. plants! So many plants! (And Steve & Eddie but.. ๐Ÿชด๐ŸŒต๐Ÿชป๐ŸŒฟ ๐Ÿ’• โœจ๐Ÿ˜†) This fic is so cute and sweet and fun and wonderful, please go check it out!
ao3 : Where the Flowers Bloom and the Songbirds Sing
For the @strangerthingsbigbang
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crescentpaws ยท 2 months ago
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๐ŸŽก๐Ÿ“ฟ๐Ÿช—โœ‚๏ธ๐Ÿฅข๐Ÿฅ…๐Ÿ“๐Ÿ“Œ๐ŸŒก๏ธ๐Ÿš๐ŸŽฏ๐ŸฅŠ๐Ÿ›ข๏ธ๐Ÿš ๐Ÿ’ ๐Ÿ•น๏ธ๐ŸŽˆ๐ŸฅŒ๐Ÿ‰๐Ÿชญ๐ŸŒถ๏ธ๐Ÿ’„๐ŸŽ๐Ÿ–๏ธ๐Ÿ›ท๐Ÿงฃ๐Ÿฅฉ๐ŸŽช๐Ÿšข๐ŸŽดโ™ฅ๏ธ๐Ÿฅคโ˜Ž๏ธ๐Ÿงฏโ›ฝ๏ธ๐Ÿš˜๐ŸŽ๏ธ๐Ÿš’๐Ÿš—๐ŸŽธ๐Ÿ“•๐Ÿชซ๐Ÿทโ›‘๏ธ๐Ÿ„๐Ÿ’‹๐Ÿ“›๐ŸŽ’๐Ÿ‘น๐Ÿ‘บ๐Ÿ’ƒ๐Ÿ”ด๐Ÿ‘ ๐Ÿ“๐Ÿšจ๐Ÿงฒ๐Ÿงฐ๐Ÿ—ผ๐Ÿšฉ๐Ÿ’ฏ๐Ÿ’ขโ™จ๏ธ๐Ÿ“ฎ๐ŸฉธโŒโญ•๏ธโ™ฆ๏ธ๐Ÿ‰ใŠ™๏ธใŠ—๏ธโค๏ธ๐Ÿ’”โฃ๏ธโค๏ธโ€๐Ÿฉน๐Ÿˆด๐Ÿˆต๐Ÿˆน๐Ÿˆฒ๐Ÿ…ฐ๏ธ๐Ÿ…ฑ๏ธ๐Ÿ†Ž๐Ÿ†‘๐Ÿ…พ๏ธ๐Ÿ†˜ ๐Ÿ”บ๐Ÿ”ปโ“โ€ผ๏ธโ‰๏ธ๐ŸŸฅ๐Ÿšท๐Ÿšฏ๐Ÿšณ๐Ÿšฑ๐Ÿ”ž๐Ÿ“ต๐Ÿšญ๐Ÿงง๐Ÿšฃ๐Ÿช“๐Ÿงจโ›”๏ธ๐Ÿšซ๐Ÿ›‘๐Ÿงฎโ›ฉ๏ธ๐Ÿฟ๐Ÿฅ๐Ÿ›Ÿ๐Ÿ›ก๏ธ๐Ÿฅซ๐Ÿ’๐Ÿ”๐Ÿคกโฐ๐Ÿฃ๐Ÿ“โค๏ธโ€๐Ÿ”ฅ๐Ÿš‚๐Ÿฆ‘๐Ÿฆโ€๐Ÿ”ฅ๐Ÿซ๐Ÿงฑ๐Ÿฆง๐Ÿž๐Ÿฆž๐Ÿฆ€๐Ÿ…๐Ÿฎ๐Ÿฆ๐Ÿงถ๐Ÿ–๐Ÿฆบ๐Ÿ’ฅ๐Ÿฅ“โ˜„๏ธ๐Ÿฅ•๐Ÿ‘๐Ÿบ๐Ÿ€๐ŸŽ‡๐Ÿ”ฅ๐Ÿคฌ๐Ÿฅต๐Ÿ˜ก๐ŸฆŠ๐Ÿ๐Ÿ‚๐Ÿ…๐Ÿฅฎ๐Ÿฅป๐ŸŸโ›บ๏ธ๐Ÿช‚โ›ต๏ธ๐ŸŒ‡๐Ÿ•๐Ÿšš๐Ÿœ๏ธ๐ŸŠ๐Ÿ„๐Ÿค๐Ÿง…๐Ÿ•Œ๐ŸŒ…๐ŸŸง๐Ÿ“™๐Ÿ‰‘โ˜ข๏ธโ˜ฃ๏ธ๐Ÿ“ด๐Ÿ“ณ๐Ÿˆถ๐Ÿˆš๏ธ๐Ÿˆธ๐Ÿˆบ๐Ÿˆท๏ธโœด๏ธ๐Ÿ†š๐Ÿšผ๐Ÿ”ธ๐Ÿ”ถ๐Ÿฅ˜๐ŸŽƒ๐Ÿฅƒ๐Ÿน๐Ÿฆ๐Ÿคผ๐Ÿฉณ๐Ÿ‘˜๐Ÿฅง๐Ÿง˜โ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿ‘ฉโ€๐Ÿฆฐ๐Ÿฅ๐Ÿšค๐ŸšŒ๐Ÿต๏ธ๐Ÿบ๐Ÿป๐Ÿฅœ๐Ÿ‰๐Ÿฆ’๐Ÿ†๐Ÿ˜๐Ÿ๐Ÿก๐Ÿซ”๐Ÿฅช๐Ÿฅž๐Ÿฆฎ๐Ÿง‡๐Ÿงฅ๐Ÿš–โšก๏ธ๐Ÿ†๐Ÿ“ฏ๐Ÿฏ๐ŸŒž๐Ÿง€๐Ÿ‘จโ€๐Ÿฆฐ๐Ÿคฏ๐Ÿฅ‡๐Ÿ”†๐Ÿ”…๐Ÿš•ใ€ฝ๏ธ๐Ÿ๐Ÿ”‘๐Ÿคฝโ€โ™‚๏ธ๐ŸŽ—๏ธโšฑ๏ธ๐Ÿ”ฑโ˜€๏ธ๐Ÿฅ๐Ÿฃ๐ŸŒค๏ธ๐Ÿ’›๐Ÿ›ต๐ŸŸจโœ๏ธ๐Ÿ’Š๐ŸŽ–๏ธ๐Ÿ—๏ธ๐Ÿ˜๐Ÿฅฐ๐Ÿ˜˜๐Ÿ˜ป๐ŸŒฎ๐Ÿ›Ž๏ธ๐Ÿ””๐Ÿ”•๐Ÿ“ฃ๐ŸŽทโšœ๏ธ๐ŸŽบ๐Ÿ˜บ๐Ÿ˜ธ๐Ÿ˜น๐Ÿ˜ผ๐Ÿ˜ฝ๐Ÿ™€๐Ÿ˜ฟ๐Ÿ˜พ๐Ÿ‘ธ๐Ÿซ…๐Ÿคด๐Ÿค ๐Ÿ˜Ž๐Ÿฅธ๐Ÿค“๐Ÿฅบ๐Ÿ˜ตโ€๐Ÿ’ซ๐Ÿ˜ตโ˜บ๏ธ๐Ÿ˜Š๐Ÿค๐Ÿ˜€๐Ÿ˜ƒ๐Ÿ˜„๐Ÿ˜๐Ÿ˜†๐Ÿ™‚๐Ÿ™ƒ๐Ÿ˜‰๐Ÿ˜Œ๐Ÿ˜—๐Ÿ˜™๐Ÿ˜š๐Ÿ™‚โ€โ†•๏ธ๐Ÿ˜๐Ÿ˜’๐Ÿ™‚โ€โ†”๏ธ๐Ÿ˜ž๐Ÿ˜”๐Ÿ˜Ÿ๐Ÿ˜•๐Ÿ™โ˜น๏ธ๐Ÿ˜ฃ๐Ÿ˜–๐Ÿ˜ซ๐Ÿ˜ฉ๐Ÿซข๐Ÿซก๐Ÿคซ๐Ÿซ ๐Ÿคฅ๐Ÿ˜ถ๐Ÿซฅ๐Ÿ˜๐Ÿซค๐Ÿ˜‘๐Ÿซจ๐Ÿ˜ฌ๐Ÿ™„๐Ÿ˜ฏ๐Ÿ˜ฆ๐Ÿค—๐Ÿค”๐Ÿซฃ๐Ÿคญ๐Ÿ˜ง๐Ÿ˜ฎ๐Ÿ˜ฒ๐Ÿฅฑ๐Ÿฅด๐Ÿคจ๐Ÿง๐Ÿคฉ๐Ÿ˜ณ๐Ÿ˜ ๐Ÿซถ๐Ÿคฒ๐Ÿ‘๐Ÿค๐Ÿ‘๐Ÿ‘Ž๐Ÿ‘ŠโœŠ๐Ÿค›๐Ÿคœ๐Ÿซธ ๐Ÿซท๐ŸคžโœŒ๏ธ๐Ÿซฐ๐ŸคŸ๐Ÿค˜๐Ÿ‘Œ๐ŸคŒ๐Ÿค๐Ÿซณ๐Ÿซด๐Ÿ‘ˆ๐Ÿ‘‰๐Ÿ‘†๐Ÿ‘‡โ˜๏ธโœ‹๐Ÿคš๐Ÿ–๏ธ๐Ÿ––๐Ÿ‘‹ ๐Ÿค™๐Ÿซฒ๐Ÿซฑ๐Ÿ’ช๐Ÿ–•โœ๏ธ ๐Ÿ‘๐Ÿ™Œ๐Ÿซต๐Ÿฆถ๐Ÿฆต๐Ÿฆป๐Ÿ‘ƒ๐Ÿ‘‚๐Ÿ‘ถ๐Ÿ‘ง๐Ÿง’๐Ÿ‘ฆ๐Ÿ‘ฉ๐Ÿง‘๐Ÿ‘จ๐Ÿ‘ฉโ€๐Ÿฆฑ๐Ÿง‘โ€๐Ÿฆฑ๐Ÿ‘จโ€๐Ÿฆฑ๐Ÿ‘ฉโ€๐Ÿฆฒ๐Ÿง‘โ€๐Ÿฆฒ๐Ÿ‘จโ€๐Ÿฆฒ๐Ÿง”โ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿง”๐Ÿง”โ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿ‘ต๐Ÿง“๐Ÿ‘ด๐Ÿ‘ฑโ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿ‘ฑ๐Ÿ‘ฑโ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿฅน๐Ÿ˜…๐Ÿ˜‚๐Ÿคฃ๐Ÿฅฒ๐Ÿคค๐Ÿ˜ช๐Ÿ˜ฅ๐Ÿ˜“๐Ÿ˜ข๐Ÿ˜ญ๐Ÿ˜‡๐Ÿ˜ด๐Ÿ˜ฎโ€๐Ÿ’จ๐Ÿคง๐Ÿ˜ท๐Ÿค’๐Ÿค•๐Ÿง˜๐Ÿ˜‹๐Ÿ˜›๐Ÿ˜๐Ÿ˜œ๐Ÿคช๐Ÿฅณ๐Ÿ˜ค๐Ÿ˜ฑ๐Ÿ˜จ๐Ÿ˜ฐ๐ŸšŸ๐ŸŒ“๐ŸŒ”๐ŸŒ–๐ŸŒ— ๐Ÿ™๐ŸŠโ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿ‘ผ๐ŸŽ‰๐Ÿฑโš ๏ธ๐Ÿšธ๐Ÿค๐Ÿ…๐ŸŸก๐ŸŒ™โœจ๐ŸŒ•๐Ÿ“’๐Ÿ‹๐ŸŒป๏ฟฝ๏ฟฝ๐Ÿฏ๐Ÿ๐Ÿค‘๐Ÿ‘‘๐Ÿ‘ฉโ€๐Ÿ”ฌ๐Ÿง‘โ€๐Ÿ”ฌ๐Ÿ‘จโ€๐Ÿ”ฌ๐Ÿงฝ๐ŸŒผ๐ŸŒ๐Ÿ’ซ๐ŸŒŸโญ๏ธ๐Ÿ‘ฉโ€๐Ÿฆณ๐Ÿง‘โ€๐Ÿฆณ๐Ÿ‘จโ€๐Ÿฆณ๐ŸŒ›๐ŸŒœ๐ŸŒ๐Ÿงˆ๐Ÿ“”๐Ÿฐ๐Ÿง๐Ÿชค๐Ÿฅ‚๐Ÿ‘ฐโ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿ‘ฐ๐Ÿ‘ฐโ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿ‘ฉโ€๐Ÿณ๐Ÿง‘โ€๐Ÿณ๐Ÿ‘จโ€๐Ÿณ๐Ÿ˜ถโ€๐ŸŒซ๏ธ๐Ÿง–โ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿง–๐Ÿง–โ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿ’ก๐Ÿ“€๐Ÿ’ฐ๐Ÿ”๐Ÿงน๐Ÿช๐Ÿช‡๐Ÿฅ™๐Ÿช๐Ÿˆ๐Ÿ‹โ€๐ŸŸฉ๐ŸŽซ๐Ÿฅ‘๐ŸŽพ๐ŸฅŽ๐Ÿšƒ๐Ÿšž๐Ÿ–ผ๏ธ๐Ÿงโ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿง๐Ÿงโ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿ‘’๐ŸŒฝ๐Ÿคฎ๐Ÿ›บ๐Ÿ”ฐ๐ŸŽ๐Ÿชด๐ŸŒพ๐Ÿ๐Ÿฆœ๐ŸŽ‹๐Ÿฅ ๐Ÿชฒ๐Ÿ›๐Ÿซ’๐ŸŒณ๐Ÿฒ๐Ÿคข๐Ÿฅ—๐Ÿ‰๐Ÿซ‘๐Ÿ๐Ÿ“—๐Ÿฅ’โ›ณ๏ธ๐Ÿƒ๐ŸŒด๐Ÿฆ–๐Ÿ›ฃ๏ธ๐Ÿธ๐Ÿ๐ŸŒฑโ˜˜๏ธ๐Ÿ€๐ŸŒฟ๐Ÿฆ ๐ŸŒต๐Ÿฅฆ๐Ÿช€๐Ÿง‘โ€๐ŸŽค๐Ÿ’š๐Ÿˆฏ๏ธโœ…๐Ÿ’นโ‡๏ธโœณ๏ธโŽ๐ŸŸฉ๐ŸŸขโ™ป๏ธ๐Ÿฉฒ๐Ÿฅฌ๐Ÿงช๐ŸฆŽ๐Ÿซ›๐Ÿ”‹๐Ÿข๐Ÿš›๐Ÿ“Ÿ๐ŸŒฒ๐ŸŽ„โ›ฐ๏ธ๐Ÿ”๏ธ๐Ÿ›€๐Ÿต๐Ÿงš๐Ÿงƒ๐Ÿช›๐Ÿ”ซ ๐Ÿงฉ๐Ÿช–๐Ÿฆš๐ŸŠ๐Ÿงค๐Ÿงผ๐Ÿฉด๐Ÿ‘—๐Ÿ—ฝ ๐Ÿ›ผ๐Ÿ›ธ๐Ÿฉฑ๐Ÿ›ป๐Ÿš‰๐ŸšŠ๐Ÿชฃ๐Ÿฆ•๐Ÿณ๐Ÿ—ณ๏ธ๐ŸงŠ๐ŸŒโ„๏ธ๐Ÿฉต๐Ÿ—บ๏ธ๐Ÿชฅ๐Ÿฌ๐Ÿค–โ›ฒ๏ธ๐Ÿšฐ๐Ÿฆ๐Ÿ‹๐ŸŽ๐Ÿ’๐Ÿชž0๏ธโƒฃ1๏ธโƒฃ2๏ธโƒฃ3๏ธโƒฃ4๏ธโƒฃ5๏ธโƒฃ6๏ธโƒฃ7๏ธโƒฃ8๏ธโƒฃ9๏ธโƒฃ๐Ÿ”Ÿ๐Ÿ—ฃ๏ธ๐Ÿ‘ค๐Ÿ‘ฅ๐Ÿซ‚๐Ÿšˆ๐Ÿš๐Ÿฆˆ๐Ÿš„๐Ÿš…๐Ÿ›ฉ๏ธ๐Ÿชก๐Ÿ›ด๐Ÿฏ๐Ÿ›๏ธ๐Ÿ›Œ๐ŸŸ๐Ÿ‘”๐ŸŒŠ๐Ÿ“ช๐Ÿ“ซ๐Ÿ“ฌ๐Ÿ“ญ๐Ÿฅ๐Ÿš™ ๐Ÿฉป๐Ÿฆ‹๐ŸŽฝ๐Ÿงžโ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿงต๐ŸšŽ๐Ÿ’Ž๐Ÿ’ง๐Ÿ’ฆ๐Ÿ’ โœˆ๏ธ๐Ÿš†๐Ÿ™๏ธ๐Ÿฅถ๐Ÿ“˜๐Ÿชผ๐Ÿ“ฅ๐Ÿ“ค๐ŸŽฃ๐Ÿ›ซ๐Ÿ›ฌ๐Ÿ‘•๐Ÿฅฃ๐Ÿ›‹๏ธ๐Ÿซ๐Ÿ”ต๐Ÿ”น๐Ÿ”ท๐Ÿ›—๐Ÿˆณ๐Ÿˆ‚๏ธ๐Ÿ›‚๐Ÿ›ƒ๐Ÿ›„๐Ÿ›…๐Ÿšนโ“‚๏ธ๐Ÿšพโ™ฟ๏ธ๐Ÿ…ฟ๏ธ๐Ÿง๐Ÿ›œ๐Ÿ’™๐ŸŸฆ๐Ÿ’ค๐ŸŒ€๐Ÿงข๐Ÿ–ฒ๏ธ๐Ÿ–Œ๏ธ๐ŸŒŒ๐Ÿ›ฐ๏ธโ›ด๏ธ๐Ÿšฒ๐Ÿฅฟ๐Ÿชฌ๐Ÿ‘–๐Ÿงฟ๐Ÿ›๐Ÿ’บ๐Ÿช๐Ÿงžโ˜”๏ธ๐Ÿง•๐Ÿ‘พ๐ŸŒ‚โ˜‚๏ธ๐ŸŸฃ๐Ÿ’œ๐ŸŸช๐Ÿ’Ÿโ˜ฎ๏ธโœ๏ธโ˜ช๏ธ ๐Ÿ•‰๏ธโ˜ธ๏ธ๐Ÿชฏโœก๏ธ๐Ÿ”ฏ๐Ÿ•Žโ˜ฏ๏ธโ˜ฆ๏ธ๐Ÿ›โ›Žโ™ˆ๏ธโ™‰๏ธโ™Š๏ธโ™‹๏ธโ™Œ๏ธ โ™๏ธโ™Ž๏ธโ™๏ธ โ™๏ธโ™‘๏ธโ™’๏ธโ™“๏ธ๐Ÿ†”โš›๏ธ๐Ÿšบ๐Ÿ˜ˆ๐Ÿ‘ฟ๐Ÿ•บ๐Ÿ†๐Ÿฆ„๐Ÿ”ฎ๐ŸŽ†๐Ÿ‘ฉโ€๐ŸŽค๐Ÿ‘š๐Ÿงžโ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿ‡๐Ÿงซ๐Ÿฉท๐Ÿ’—๐Ÿ’“๐Ÿ’ž๐Ÿ’•๐Ÿ’–๐Ÿ’˜๐Ÿ‘› ๐ŸŒธ๐Ÿฝ๐Ÿง ๐ŸŽ€๐Ÿ‘™๐Ÿ‘„๐Ÿซฆ๐Ÿ‘…๐ŸŽŸ๏ธ ๐Ÿซ๐Ÿซ€๐Ÿฆฉ๐Ÿชฑ๐Ÿ™๐Ÿ ๐Ÿฉฐ๐Ÿท๐Ÿ“…๐Ÿฆƒ๐Ÿ•ฐ๏ธ๐Ÿ‘ž๐Ÿชƒ๐Ÿชณ๐Ÿง‰๐ŸŒฐ๐Ÿฅ‰๐Ÿ—๐Ÿฆ‰๐Ÿ’ฉ๐ŸซŽ๐Ÿงณ๐Ÿฉ๐Ÿฆฃ๐Ÿฅพ๐Ÿ’ผ๐Ÿฆ‡๐Ÿ—๐ŸฆŸ๐Ÿœ๐Ÿฆฌ๐Ÿ›–๐Ÿด๐Ÿฆฅ๐Ÿฆ”๐Ÿชต๐Ÿฆซ๐Ÿฆฆ๐Ÿป๐Ÿชน๐ŸคŽ๐ŸŸค๐ŸŸซ๐ŸชŸ ๐Ÿช‘๐Ÿšช๐ŸŽป๐Ÿฅจ๐Ÿ›•๐Ÿ„โ€๐ŸŸซ๐Ÿˆ๐ŸŽปโšฐ๏ธ๐Ÿ‘œ๐Ÿน๐Ÿซ๐Ÿ‚๐ŸฆŒ๐Ÿฆค๐Ÿช๐Ÿชฐ๐Ÿฆ˜๐Ÿฆ—๐Ÿงบ๐Ÿชœ๐Ÿ•๐Ÿซš๐Ÿฆ‚๐Ÿฟ๏ธ๐Ÿฅ”๐Ÿช๐Ÿงธ๐ŸŒ๐Ÿชˆ๐Ÿช•๐Ÿช˜๐Ÿ“ฆ๐Ÿ‘๐Ÿง‹๐Ÿ’๐Ÿต๐Ÿ™ˆ๐Ÿ™‰๐Ÿ™Š๐Ÿ“œ๐Ÿ•๐Ÿ‘ข๐Ÿฅฏ๐Ÿ—‚๏ธ๐Ÿท๏ธ๐Ÿ‘ก๐Ÿงฆ๐Ÿฆช๐Ÿจ๐ŸฅฅโณโŒ›๏ธ๐Ÿ‘๏ธ ๐Ÿถ๐Ÿจ๐Ÿชš๐Ÿคพ๐Ÿ“๐Ÿ“‹๐Ÿผ๐Ÿ•ฏ๏ธ๐Ÿฎ๐Ÿš๐Ÿฆท๐Ÿงด๐Ÿ”–๐ŸŽ‚๐Ÿ“๐Ÿฅ ๐Ÿงโšพ๏ธ๐Ÿคบ๐Ÿชฟ๐Ÿฅ›๐Ÿš๐Ÿ™๐Ÿงป๐Ÿฅš๐Ÿ๐Ÿ‘๐Ÿ•Š๏ธ๐Ÿ‘€๐Ÿ–ฑ๏ธ๐ŸŒฅ๏ธโ›…๏ธ๐ŸŒฉ๏ธโ›ˆ๏ธ๐ŸŒง๏ธ๐ŸŒฆ๏ธ๐ŸŒจ๏ธโ˜๏ธ๐ŸŒฌ๏ธ๐Ÿ’ญ๐Ÿ—ฏ๏ธ๐Ÿ’ฌ๐Ÿ•๐Ÿ•‘๐Ÿ•’๐Ÿ•“๐Ÿ•”๐Ÿ••๐Ÿ•–๐Ÿ•—๐Ÿ•˜๐Ÿ•™๐Ÿ•š๐Ÿ•›๐Ÿ•œ๐Ÿ•๐Ÿ•ž๐Ÿ•Ÿ๐Ÿ• ๐Ÿ•ก๐Ÿ•ข๐Ÿ•ฃ๐Ÿ•ค๐Ÿ•ฅ๐Ÿ•ฆ๐Ÿ•ง ๐Ÿ๐Ÿšฝ๐Ÿชงโœ‰๏ธ๐Ÿ“ฉ๐Ÿ‡โ–ซ๏ธโ—ป๏ธโ—ฝ๏ธโฌœ๏ธ๐Ÿฅผ๐Ÿงพ๐Ÿ—’๏ธ๐Ÿฅก๐Ÿงญ๐Ÿฐ๐Ÿญ๐Ÿฉ๐ŸŽฒ๐Ÿผโšฝ๏ธ๐Ÿ’€๐Ÿ‘ป๐Ÿปโ€โ„๏ธโ˜ ๏ธโ›ธ๏ธ๐Ÿฉน๐Ÿฝ๏ธ๐Ÿง‚๐Ÿฅ‹๐ŸŒซ๏ธ๐Ÿฆด๐Ÿณ๏ธ๐Ÿ“„๐Ÿ“‘๐Ÿ“ƒโฒ๏ธ๐ŸŽงโŒจ๏ธโฑ๏ธ๐Ÿ๐Ÿ“ก๐Ÿ’ฟ๐Ÿ›๐Ÿซ–๐Ÿถ๐Ÿ“จ๐Ÿ“ง๐Ÿ“–๐Ÿ›ณ๏ธโ›„๏ธ๐Ÿชฝ๐Ÿ’จ๐Ÿ“๐Ÿ“๐Ÿ›ฅ๏ธ๐Ÿ›ฉ๏ธ๐Ÿงท๐Ÿ“Ž๐Ÿ–‡๏ธ๐Ÿ“ข๐Ÿ‘Ÿ๐Ÿข๐Ÿ”ฌ๐Ÿ“ฝ๏ธ ๐Ÿ‘ฝ๐Ÿ—‘๏ธโš–๏ธ๐ŸŒช๏ธ๐ŸŽ›๏ธโ˜•๏ธ๐Ÿ”ช๐Ÿ“ฐ๐Ÿ”ฉโš™๏ธ๐Ÿช™๐Ÿ”Ž๐Ÿ”๐Ÿฆญ๐Ÿฉถโ˜‘๏ธ๐Ÿ”˜๐Ÿ—ž๏ธ๐ŸŽš๏ธ๐Ÿ”—๐Ÿฅฝ๐Ÿซ™๐Ÿ”ฆ๐Ÿ““๐Ÿ—„๏ธ๐Ÿ”Š๐Ÿ”‰๐Ÿ”ˆ๐Ÿ“น๐Ÿ“ท๐Ÿ–ฅ๏ธ๐Ÿ’ป๐Ÿ“ผ๐ŸŽฌ๐Ÿ‘๏ธโ€๐Ÿ—จ๏ธ๐ŸŽฑ๐Ÿ๏ธ ๐Ÿดโ€โ˜ ๏ธ๐Ÿ›ž๐Ÿ”‡โ›“๏ธโ›“๏ธโ€๐Ÿ’ฅโš”๏ธ๐Ÿ—ก๏ธ๐ŸŽค๐Ÿ–Š๏ธ๐Ÿ–‹๏ธโœ’๏ธ ๐Ÿ› ๏ธ๐Ÿ”ง๐Ÿ”จโš’๏ธโ›๏ธโš“๏ธ๐Ÿฉผ๐Ÿชฆ๐Ÿ€๐Ÿ˜๐Ÿฆ›๐Ÿฆ๐Ÿซ๐Ÿฆพ๐Ÿฆ๐Ÿฆก๐Ÿฆ“๐Ÿ—ฟ๐Ÿบ๐Ÿฆฟ๐Ÿชจ ๐Ÿ—ƒ๏ธ๐Ÿ•ธ๏ธ๐Ÿ›’โ™พ๏ธ๐Ÿ—๏ธ๐Ÿชฎ๐Ÿฆฝ๐Ÿ›น๐Ÿฆจ๐Ÿ•ณ๏ธ๐Ÿ’ฃโŒš๏ธ๐ŸŽฅ๐ŸŽฎ๐Ÿ“ž๐Ÿˆโ€โฌ›๐Ÿ•‹๐ŸŽฉ๐ŸŽ“๐Ÿฅท๐Ÿ–ค๐Ÿ”Œ๐ŸŽต๐ŸŽถ๐Ÿ•ถ๏ธ๐Ÿƒ๐ŸŽผ๐Ÿฆโ€โฌ›๐Ÿ•โ€๐Ÿฆบโž•โž–โž—โœ–๏ธ๐ŸŸฐ๐Ÿ’ฒ๐Ÿ’ฑโ„ข๏ธยฉ๏ธยฎ๏ธ๐Ÿ”š๐Ÿ”™๐Ÿ”›๐Ÿ”๐Ÿ”œใ€ฐ๏ธโžฐโžฟโœ”๏ธ๐Ÿ‘ฃ๐Ÿพโ™ ๏ธโ™ฃ๏ธ๐Ÿดโ™Ÿ๏ธโฌ›๏ธโ–ช๏ธโ—พ๏ธโ—ผ๏ธ
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Faking It (Part 2)
You can read the first part here: Faking It it wasn't a great first part in my opinion because I wrote it on my phone while falling asleep but a lot of you wanted more:
@gem1712 @sunshinextemptress94 @fairytale07 @cherry01 @daniizstyles @igave-so-manysigns
so here it is :)
~3.5k words
warnings: smut. a lot of it. good girl, praise kink, doggy, oral, 18+ only please.
โ€œWe donโ€™t have tโ€™do this right now,โ€ he offered. Maybe the conversation should have happened first.
โ€œScared you canโ€™t make me come?โ€ She asked delight dancing in her eyes.
He glared at her. โ€œDonโ€™t.โ€
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Harry was the only thing that was on her mind. She was lucky her autonomic nervous system oversaw things like breathing because if it required any thought, she was a goner. Harry was kissing her. Her best friend was nipping at her lips and asking for permission to let his tongue into her mouth without words. His hands were touching, caressing, and moving all over her sides. He pulled on her belt loops to get her hips closer to his, angling her so he fit snuggly between her thighs, and she could feel the hard bulge through both their clothing.
Fortunately, her autonomic nervous system also controlled her heart rate and prevented a full-blown cardiac episode. Although, she felt as if it was still close. Only Harry could mess up the automatic responses of her body with just a press of his hard length against her core. She moaned softly at the thought of it inside her.
โ€œSโ€™good,โ€ he murmured breaking his mouth away from her lips to press a kiss to just below her earlobe. โ€œGood girl,โ€ he cooed. โ€œKeep moaning. Gonna make yโ€™cum so hard,โ€ he promised.
The only brain cell that wasnโ€™t obsessed with Harry managed to squeak out her worry. โ€œUm... sometimes...itโ€™s hard for me tโ€™cum,โ€ she whispered. It should have been awkward to say that out loud. But this was Harry. Her Harry. If it was another guy, she would have blushed and felt worse but...Harry was kissing her skin and making her think of all the things she wished he would do to her so many times. Whenever he wore those sparkly vests that showed off all his muscles while he danced on stage... It was unfair that he was so hot. Now he was there, kissing her whole body, promising he was going to make her see stars.
โ€œOh?โ€ He mumbled into her throat as he kissed down over her collarbones, his fingers slipped under the hem of her shirt at the same time coaxing her out of the clothing. โ€œSo yโ€™better not fake it,โ€ he murmured reattaching his lips to her making her wonder why they never did this before. โ€œIf it takes all night, love,โ€ his voice was sultry, but she could hear the kindness of her best friend whispering a promise to her. Hiding in his practically pornographic whispers. โ€œNo faking it,โ€ he repeated. โ€œWanna feel yโ€™cum on my fingers...on mโ€™tongue...on mโ€™cock,โ€ he was nearly whimpering into her skin.
Of course, she was flushed. โ€œCan... we go in the bedroom?โ€ She whispered.
Harry didnโ€™t give any vocal affirmation, but she was suddenly in the air, over his shoulder as if she weighed less than a bag of groceries. She giggled slightly and pinched his butt since it was right in front of her face. It sparked a low chuckle from him, and they were in his room. It smelled like the candle he got her for Christmas. The bed was made with the sheets he got her for her birthday. โ€œDonโ€™t know how long I wanted this, kitten,โ€ he promised as he deposited her on the bed so gently. No longer a bag of groceries but a delicate vase that needed to be wrapped in paper for storage.
Harryโ€™s muscles were going to break her mind. โ€œMe too,โ€ she whispered.
โ€œYeah?โ€ He paused his movements, which were undoing the button and zipper of her jeans and he looked at her with that face she adored so much. It was her best friend. The person she didnโ€™t feel embarrassed or weird around. He probably knew her every thought before she had it. Harry had a knack for knowing what she needed. โ€œDidnโ€™t know that.โ€
โ€œHow could I not?โ€ She asked. โ€œYouโ€™re...you,โ€ if it were anyone else it would mean Harry Styles. Boy band. Singer. Small time actor. Celebrity.
But on her lips...it wasnโ€™t. It was just Harry. The person she told everything and never hid from. The one that watched her throw up with the stomach bug and hold her while she sobbed over heartbreak so bad that she got snot all over his T-shirt and he didnโ€™t even care.
Harry already wanted to be inside her so very badly. He imagined it so many times while on tour buses and in hotel rooms. His hand fisted around his cock pretending it was her warm body imagining what she would feel like when she sent him voice memos of her singing to plants. He fell so hard for her just watching her wash dishes on FaceTime with him while he struggled to fall asleep in a hotel room that didnโ€™t feel like their cozy apartmentโ€”although the was sure it would if she were there with him. She told bad jokes like he did and always laughed at his. Even when she had already heard it. Her smile lit up the room.
The moment he saw her he didnโ€™t get butterflies. There was no symphony of classical music. Instead, his heart rate slowed. There was this glow around her. Like an aura of sunlight backlighting her figure. It was his best friend. The person he never felt like a celebrity around. It was just her and Harry when they were together. It should have been so obvious. This should have happened ages ago. But right now, he wanted to ask her all the thoughts he didnโ€™t know; she wanted this. Had wanted this for a while.
Maybe he should have stopped and asked her more. They would have all the time in the world. But he wanted to prove that he could make her cum and that no oneโ€”especially herโ€”would fake it with him. There would be time for questions later. Harry was certain that he could do it all with her. Everything.
Harryโ€™s lips were back on hers, his kiss languid now and she felt it vibrate through every cell in her body. Her toes tingled and she had her hands fisted into his hair and pulled him closer to her. His hands pulled her jeans down her thighs and off her legs. His fingers trailed slowly up her shin, and he hooked it over his hip as he dipped down to grind against her and just the pair of underwear separating her from his clothing.
โ€œYouโ€™ve never seen me naked,โ€ she reminded him as he tugged his shirt over his head.
โ€œUh...โ€ he chuckled sheepishly. โ€œMight have caught yโ€™leaving the shower a few times.โ€
She gaped at him. โ€œHarry!โ€
โ€œOh please, kitten,โ€ he rolled his eyes. โ€œKnow yโ€™saw me when mโ€™drunk.โ€ Her cheeks turned this beautiful shade of red and imagined the times Harry came stumbling in the apartment and almost immediately stripping in front of her. โ€œMmm...โ€ He unbuttoned his own jeans. โ€œSโ€™what I thought.โ€
โ€œI like what I saw,โ€ she admitted.
โ€œShould have told me,โ€ he murmured and dipped back down to kiss the length of her neck. โ€œI loved what I saw,โ€ he promised. โ€œTake your shirt off.โ€
She had no choice but to obey him. She tugged her bra with her shirt leaving her nearly totally bare in front of him. She watched his eyes roam over her. Again, she expected it to be uncomfortable, but it was as if it was the only thing that made any sense at all.
Harry was looking at her as if she was a sculpture in a museum. His gaze was heavy and warm. โ€œI donโ€™t want tโ€™stop looking at you,โ€ he murmured. โ€œYouโ€™re gorgeous, kitten.โ€
It felt like someone had set her on fire. His skin was warm against her body, and she tried to remind herself that this was her actual life. It wasnโ€™t one of her really good dreams. His boxers were thinโ€”so were her pantiesโ€”keeping very little between them. The last bits of fabric separating each other from where she wanted him most.
โ€œNo faking it.โ€
โ€œSomehow, I donโ€™t think itโ€™ll be a problem,โ€ she tilted her head back to give him more access to her collarbones. She wasnโ€™t one to have a display of love bites, but she wanted him to suck her skin purple and bruised with a reminder that he was really going to make her cum.
โ€œKitten,โ€ he pulled away from her. He pinned her hands beside her head, pushed himself to hover above her. His cross dangled from his chest. It felt like it was hypnotizing her.
But Harry looked at her... like... like he loved her. โ€œAny time yโ€™want to stop, you say it,โ€ he warned her. โ€œPromise me.โ€
The air in her lungs felt like it was choking her. โ€œPromise,โ€ she whispered.
โ€œDonโ€™t yโ€™dare fake it,โ€ he reminded her again and pushed to the side of her body to tug his boxers off. She tried not to stare but he was so long and firm. It was impossible not to look.
โ€œI canโ€™t,โ€ she spoke before she thought about what she was saying.
He smirked and looked down at her panties separating him from where he wanted to be most. โ€œDโ€™you have an attachment tโ€™these?โ€ He asked his finger dipping into the elastic of the half-lace, half-spandex fabric. She shook her head. โ€œGood,โ€ he murmured and ripped the hole he spotted in the lace when he pulled her pants down her legs earlier.
Oh, there was no way she would need to fake it.
โ€œGonna make yโ€™cum so hard, kitten,โ€ he promised bringing his mouth to the inside of her thigh and pressing wet, warm kisses on her soft skin. He was losing his mind being so close to where he wanted to be most. โ€œWhereโ€™s yโ€™cactus?โ€ He asked teasingly.
She was gone. Harryโ€™s breath was so close to the apex of her thighs. She was aching. He ripped her underwear off. His question didnโ€™t even register in her clouded mind. She arched toward him wanting his mouth between her legs more than she ever wanted anything.
โ€œKitten,โ€ he hummed his nose brushing against her sensitive thighs. She wanted to close her legs around his head. โ€œAsked yโ€™something.โ€
โ€œWhat?โ€ She asked.
He chuckled, his breath torturing her body in ways she never imagined. โ€œCactus.โ€
โ€œNo...โ€ she shook her head. โ€œPlease no,โ€ she whimpered. She didnโ€™t want that. She wanted Harry. Wanted his lips on her and his cock inside her. She wanted him and only him.
โ€œJust in case, love,โ€ he promised. โ€œGonna take care of you, promise,โ€ he kissed the inside of her legs. โ€œMmm...โ€ he sighed. โ€œPlease, kitten,โ€ he begged.
โ€œFucking hell,โ€ she whispered and reached blindly behind her pillows and pulled the vibrator from the pillowcase and tossed it beside them on the empty space of her bed.
โ€œGod, youโ€™re beautiful,โ€ he moaned and pressed his lips to her dripping hole.
She gasped and arched immediately into his face, and he gripped the outside of her hips so hard they would certainly bruise. He was sinfully good at it. It felt like he knew exactly what he was doing. How on earth could he write a song about someone faking it? She was going to cum in seconds. His tongue dipped perfectly between her folds and pressed into spaces she didnโ€™t know could feel so good. He slipped further up and flicked his tongue against her clit so expertly it felt like his mouth belonged between her legs.
โ€œFeel like yโ€™part of mโ€™body,โ€ he murmured into her thigh while he took a moment to breathe. The cool air made her spin as well as the words that came from his lips. She grabbed fistfuls of his curls and tugged him back to her center. โ€œYโ€™like that, kitten?โ€ He asked against her sensitive skin.
โ€œYes,โ€ she whimpered. She couldnโ€™t even give into the teasing in his voice. She couldnโ€™t manage any sort of flirting. All she wanted was his mouth to lick her until she couldnโ€™t move.
โ€œGood girl,โ€ he whispered as he sucked her clit between his lips so he could focus his tongueโ€™s attention on the little bundle that would drive her mad. She keened and whimpered tugging on his hair. Her heels dug into his back as she tried to get him closer to her even though it was impossible. He couldnโ€™t get closer. โ€œYโ€™taste like heaven, kitten,โ€ he murmured. He felt drunk on her. He would stay there forever. Even with the feeling of how hard he was had him rutting against her comforter. It was worth it. Just to smell her, taste her, kiss her most sensitive skin and lick every part of her that deserved the utmost attention. โ€œSโ€™good, baby,โ€ he cooed. โ€œGood girl,โ€ he repeated as she pulled his hair harder. โ€œKeep doing that,โ€ he murmured. โ€œGood girl.โ€
โ€œHarry,โ€ she whimpered.
โ€œSโ€™good, good,โ€ he praised.
Holy shit. She could feel the heat spreading all through her body. She was going to explode, and she felt like she wouldnโ€™t be able to stop if she didnโ€™t do something right now. โ€œStop, stop, stop,โ€ she begged, her voice breathy as she released his curls and removed her legs from their vice around his body.
Harry ripped from her immediately, alarm and worry painting his features. โ€œWhat, sโ€™wrong, kitten?โ€ He asked. Her best friend was back. The person that worried about her when she fell asleep with a candle burning. The only one who seemed to care that she made it home safely when it was raining, and he wasnโ€™t even in the same country as her.
Her breath came in pants, and she felt so utterly fucked out already she was so screwed when he was finally inside her. โ€œWant you inside me,โ€ she whispered her cheeks blushing with the request.
Relief replaced the terrified expression on his face. He even smiled so beautifully, like she was the most amazing thing he had ever had the pleasure of gazing at for any period of time. He thought she was regretting it. Hated it. Wanted nothing to do with him. The idea of losing his best friend was unbearable. This was manageable.
โ€œWhatever yโ€™want, kitten,โ€ he promised. โ€œCondom?โ€ He asked. She tilted her head toward the nightstand.
โ€œUh...โ€ she took a deep breath. โ€œI havenโ€™t had sex in a while.โ€
โ€œHow long is a while?โ€ He asked.
โ€œUh...โ€ she swallowed. โ€œLike... a year?โ€
He paused his blindly felt search into her nightstand drawer looking for a foil square. โ€œA year?โ€ He asked in surprise.
She nodded. โ€œI was kind of swearing off guys...till you came to your senses,โ€ she was joking but Harry could see the worry the hurt in her eyes because this was his best friend.
He knew her last relationship fucked with her head a lot. He didnโ€™t know it meant she had spent the last year fucking her fingers and toys because of it. โ€œMe?โ€ He mumbled.
โ€œSโ€™always been you,โ€ she shrugged looking away from him. He knew that look. It was the feeling of inadequacy she got whenever she struggled with wanting to be the best in her class, her job, as a daughter, and a friend...a girlfriend. โ€œYouโ€™re just...never here.โ€
This was suddenly not just about making her come so hard she would make her voice hoarse from moaning his name. This was to assure her that he adored her. Every single part of her. This was safe. This was okay because it was them. โ€œKitten,โ€ he whispered. โ€œYouโ€™re mโ€™favorite person in the world.โ€
She nodded, feeling stupid to bring this up now. After he nearly had her in shambles from just his tongue. She didnโ€™t look at him and Harry brought his hand to her face and turned her to look at him. His beautiful eyes. His perfect pink lips. The way he smelled like home.
โ€œKitten,โ€ he leaned down to press his lips on her forehead. โ€œYโ€™should have said something. Only an idiot would give yโ€™up.โ€
โ€œBut youโ€™re...โ€ she closed her eyes and took a deep breath. โ€œI know youโ€™re my Harry... but you are someone... someone important,โ€ she whispered. โ€œIโ€™m just...โ€
โ€œNo,โ€ he interrupted. โ€œNo, love. You are the most important person I know.โ€
Looking up at him through her lashes had his heart skipping a beat. He smiled kindly at her. โ€œWe donโ€™t have tโ€™do this right now,โ€ he offered. Maybe the conversation should have happened first.
โ€œScared you canโ€™t make me come?โ€ She asked delight dancing in her eyes.
He glared at her. โ€œDonโ€™t.โ€
โ€œNo...mโ€™good. Also, if you donโ€™t make me come...after all that, I might cry.โ€
โ€œWell...โ€ he ripped the wrapper open with his teeth and slid the rubber over his shaft. โ€œDefinitely donโ€™t want that,โ€ he smirked. โ€œWhatโ€™s your favorite position, kitten?โ€ He asked pumping his hand gently over his length along with the condom. At the same time he brought his hand down to her center lightly rubbing his index finger over her clit.
She felt embarrassment flood her body. โ€œUm...โ€
โ€œNo faking, Iโ€™ll know,โ€ he promised dipping his finger lower between her folds. As if this was normal. A conversation that two best friends had all the time while they looked at each other naked. She closed her eyes and pushed herself over until she was on all fours. Harry moaned. โ€œBeautiful,โ€ he leaned forward and pressed a kiss to her fleshy backside before he lined himself up behind her. โ€œSay if it hurts, angel,โ€ he mumbled. She felt the tip of him enter her, but it didnโ€™t seem to matter that she was dripping with desire for him. He felt enormous as he slowly slid in. He was patient and slow and paused periodically until his torso pressed snuggly against her pretty bum. She moaned low and arched so her hands gripped the top of the mattress below the pillows, her face smushed against the comforter. He tilted his head back and moaned in response, the condom doing very little to prevent him from feeling like exploding inside her just from entering her. โ€œOh, sโ€™good, angel. Good girl. Taking me so well,โ€ he crooned. She felt like his voice was going to send her into a spiral. It never felt like this. It felt like she was meant to have Harry inside her. โ€œSโ€™that good, baby?โ€ He asked hands gripping the outside of her hips. โ€œYโ€™feel like heaven, love,โ€ he moaned. โ€œThink mโ€™gonna last two seconds when I start moving.โ€
She managed a light laughter, but it felt so good to be wrapped around him. His fingers digging into her skin made her feel so...good. โ€œYou can move,โ€ she told him.
โ€œYeah?โ€ He croaked feeling so heavenly already. She dropped her chest to the mattress and Harry thought the curve of her spine dipping was so fucking gorgeous he practically wanted to cry. โ€œYโ€™sure?โ€
โ€œPlease.โ€
He didnโ€™t need to be asked twice. Slowly he pulled himself out till just the tip of his cock was in her warm, wet pussy and then slid back in a little faster. She moaned and Harry felt her clench around him at the same time. โ€œOh,โ€ he groaned his hand sliding down the length of her spine and gripping a handful of her bum. โ€œCareful, kitten,โ€ he whispered.
She was backing herself up to him as he pressed forward creating this heavenly feel that made every part of her shake with desire for him. โ€œNo faking,โ€ he murmured.
โ€œNo faking,โ€ she repeated breathlessly.
โ€œGood girl,โ€ he cooed rubbing her sides as he snapped his hips toward her and enjoying the view of her naked skin before him. He smacked the side of her bum not quite hard, but not quite gentle. She whimpered and clenched again making Harry gasp out. โ€œOh good girl,โ€ he grunted his voice hoarse with desire. โ€œSโ€™good. Do that again,โ€ he spanked her with the same force again. โ€œSโ€™a good girl.โ€
โ€œHarry,โ€ she could feel the knot in her stomach unraveling. She moaned into the mattress, her heart rate skyrocketing. โ€œIโ€™mโ€”โ€
โ€œGood, good girl,โ€ he praised. โ€œCum. Cum all over me, good girl,โ€ he whispered. Leaning forward to reach around her hip and pressed on the bundle of nerves to set her over the edge.
โ€œOh, yes,โ€ she whispered breathlessly her body slumping forward as Harry felt the waves of pleasure cause her to flutter around him making his mind spin while he tried to focus on riding out her orgasm so she felt it for as long as she could. She was twitching and whimpering as the waves subsided and Harry kept pumping into her.
โ€œGood girl. Right there, kitten,โ€ he whispered. โ€œMโ€™right there,โ€ he promised croaking out the words thickly as he finally spilled into the condom with three final deep pumps. He pulled himself out causing a hiss to escape his lips. Her hips slumped down to the mattress and Harry twisted off and tossed the condom into the trash by her bedside.
He turned her over to her back so he could gaze at her lovingly. It made her stomach twist. โ€œNo faking?โ€ He asked cupping her face as she took deep breaths. The smile on his lips made her crazy with adoration for him.
โ€œYeah,โ€ she smirked. โ€œFaked the whole thing.โ€
He chuckled. โ€œWant your cactus?โ€ He smirked.
She shook her head and pressed her face against his chest as she brought her hand to his face and kissed him softly on the lips. โ€œMโ€™good,โ€ she promised.
โ€œGood.โ€
โ€œYou didnโ€™t fake it, did you?โ€ She asked.
โ€œOh kitten. Sโ€™no way,โ€ he kissed the top of her head. โ€œSโ€™all you. Always been you.โ€
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A care kit for Spencer Reid with themes of comfort and safety
Cozy blind date with a book!
Weighted black cat (seller has other animals!)
A you themed candle!
Tea themed after you!
Calming whipped soap
Picking fidget!
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Texas Spring 2025 ๐ŸŒต๐ŸŒผ๐Ÿž
I started Volunteering at my local Wildflower Center and Iโ€™m so glad I am. Itโ€™s been amazing. I get to go there for free, be surrounded by flowers, and talk to people about nature. ๐Ÿ’•๏ฟผ
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Welcome to High Street, Arizona ๐Ÿš Stevenโ€™s Modified 1967 VW Beetle
1967 Volkswagen Beetle on Custom Forged 3P Wheels & Air Lift Performance 3H 3P Suspension
Home is where the heart is,
And this VW Beetle was cooked with love ๐Ÿ’•
When it comes to a project car built at homeโ€” you wouldnโ€™t imagine quality like this โœจ
Impressive modern-day restoration to this modified 1967 Volkswagen Beetle on Custom Forged 3P Wheels & Air Lift Performance 3H 3P Suspension as Trevor Zielinski leaves the frame as grounded as possible ๐Ÿฅ‚
A special mention to the collaborative support of car photographer Steven Hernandezโ€” because the Vibes of Arizona have been surreal ๐ŸŒตโœจ
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100 AgeRe Questions
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1๐Ÿ What Age(s) Do You Regress To ~
2๐Ÿฏ Do You Pet Regress As Well / What Animal ~
3๐Ÿฅฎ How Long Have You Been Regressing ~
4๐ŸŒ Is Your Regression Voluntary, Involuntary, Or A Mixture ~
5๐Ÿป What's Your Personality Like When Regressed ~
6๐Ÿด How Often Do You Regress ~
7โ˜• What Helps You Get Into Headspace ~
8๐Ÿ“œ Are You A Baby, Toddler, Or Big Kid Regressor ~
9๐Ÿฆ‡ Do Your Likes Change When Regressed ~
10โณย Do You Have A Baby Voice In Headspace ~
11๐Ÿช What Makes You Instantly Small ~
12๐Ÿง‹Why Do You Regress ~
13๐ŸŒ™ Pink Or Blue ~
14โญ Dragons, Unicorns Or Fairies ~
15โ˜๏ธ Dinos, Princesses, Space Or Safari Theme ~
16๐Ÿ’ซ Neon, Pastel, Neutral Or Dark Pallets ~
17๐Ÿฎ Favorite Regression Clothes ~
18๐ŸŒธ Favorite Color ~
19๐Ÿญ Do You Collect Stickers ~
20๐Ÿง Coloring Book Or Paint By Numbers ~
21๐Ÿง Playdoh, Legos Or Slime ~
22๐Ÿฆ„ Finger Paint Or Brushes ~
23๐Ÿงผ Crayons, Colored Pencils Or Markers ~
24โ˜€๏ธ Do You Have A CG / Name For CG ~
25๐ŸŒป Do You Have A Baby Sitter ~
26โœจ Do You Have Any Sibbies ~
27๐Ÿงบ Do Your Parents Know About Your Regression ~
28๐Ÿง‹ Favorite Nicknames / Pet Names ~
29๐Ÿ• Ideal Playdate ~
30๐Ÿฑ Sleep In Crib Or With CG ~
31๐Ÿผ Favorite Snack ~
32๐Ÿงธ Favorite Juice ~
33๐Ÿช Favorite Icecream Flavor ~
34๐Ÿฉน Favorite Type Of Milk ~
35๐Ÿถ Sweet, Sour, Spicy, Bitter Or Savory ~
36๐Ÿฐ Favorite Dessert ~
37๐Ÿฆ Favorite Type Of Chocolate ~
38โณ Mac & Cheese Or Nuggets ~
39๐ŸŽ’ Favorite Movie ~
40๐Ÿฌ Favorite Cartoon ~
41๐Ÿš€ Favorite Game ~
42๐ŸŽ€ Favorite Disney Princess ~
43โšพ If You Could Have Any 1 Superpower What Would It Be ~
44๐Ÿ„ Anime Or Cartoons ~
45๐Ÿ“ Favorite Carebear ~
46โœ๏ธ Shows Or Movies ~
47๐Ÿ› Do You Believe In Fairies ~
48๐Ÿธ Do You Have A Comfort Character ~
49๐ŸŒฑ Do You Like Rain At Night ~
50๐Ÿฆ• Are You Easily Scared ~
51๐Ÿงƒ Are You Also A Carer ~
52๐ŸŒต Are You Independent Or Dependent ~
53๏ฟฝ๏ฟฝ๏ฟฝ What Pulls You Out Of Headspace ~
54๐Ÿ Are You Scared Of Bugs ~
55๐Ÿฆย Favorite Toy Series ~
56๐Ÿš› Do You Use Pacis ~
57๐Ÿฆด Do You Use Diaps ~
58๐Ÿฆˆ Gear Wishlist ~
59๐Ÿต Favorite Regression Item ~
60๐Ÿพ Sippy Cup Or Bottleย ~
61๐ŸฆŠ Oldest Stuffie ~
62๐ŸŽƒ Do You Sleep With A Stuffie ~
63๐Ÿ”ฅ How Many Stuffies Do You Have ~
64๐Ÿ‚ Newest Favorite Stuffie ~
65๐Ÿต๏ธ Build A Bear, Amusement Park, Or Disney Store ~
66๐Ÿฅง Stuffed Animals Or Dolls ~
67๐Ÿ‘ฝ Do You Have A Bedtime ~ย 
68๐Ÿญ Do You Keep An AgeRe Journal ~
69โšก๏ธ Do You Have Rules ~
70๐Ÿฅ Blankie Or Paci ~
71๐ŸŒˆ Night Light Or Glow-In-The-Dark Stars ~
72๐ŸŒฟ Bedtime Stories Or Lullabies ~
73๐ŸŽฉ Favorite Thing To Do Outside While Small ~
74๐Ÿต Favorite Thing To Do Inside While Small ~
75๐Ÿฆ‹ Blanket Fort Or Bouncy House ~
76๐Ÿฏ Stroller Or Walk ~
77๐Ÿ”ฎ Dress Up Or Tea Party ~
78๐Ÿฆœ Do You Like The Playground ~
79๐Ÿ’– Early Bird Or Night Owl ~
80๐Ÿ“ Indoors Or Outdoors ~
81๐Ÿ’• Warm Or Cold Weather ~
82๐Ÿฆข Dogs Or Cats ~
83โ˜Ž๏ธ Do You Have Any Pets ~
84๐Ÿ’Œ Favorite Animal ~
85๐Ÿ’ Favorite Holiday ~
86๐Ÿ‡ Favorite Season ~
87โค๏ธ Whatโ€™s Your Big Age ~
88๐ŸŒผ Whatโ€™s A Nostalgicย Place For You ~
89๐Ÿณย Playdoh, Legos Or Slime ~
90๐Ÿ™ Do You Collect Anything ~
91๐Ÿ  Bubble Baths Or Bath Toys ~
92๐Ÿ‘ Are Your Agere Interests More Fem Or Masc ~
93โ˜”๏ธ Do You Stim More While Regressed ~
94๐ŸŽจ Favorite Place To Regress ~
95๐Ÿงต Favorite Regression Youtuber ~
96๐ŸŒˆ Favorite Site/App For Regression Community ~
97๐Ÿ’ย What Do You Wanna Be When You Grow Up ~
98๐Ÿ“’ Whatโ€™s The Most Nostalgic Electronic For You ~
99๐Ÿ“€ A Toy You Always Wanted But Never Got As A Kid ~
100๐Ÿช What Is Your Favorite Thing To Learn About In Headspace ~
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Inbox is sitting at 300ish rn. I have your messages, itโ€™s just taking me time to get through them.
Recent works!
All Over Her - James Sunderland x Reader
Stars - cousin!Benji Kaplan x Reader
Better or Worse - dark daddy!Joel x Reader
Out of Town - stepdaddy!Roman Roy x Reader
Doctorโ€™s Orders - gyno!Roman Roy x Reader
Just so itโ€™s fucking clear, by the way.
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Updated 4/07/25
Happenings @ blog strang3lov3 โœ๏ธ
WIPs
๐Ÿ’ Stepdaddy!Roman
๐Ÿ’ Gyno!Roman
๐Ÿ’ Dark Daddy!Joel
๐Ÿ’ fucknuts Joel Miller v loss fic
๐Ÿ’ Joel Miller foot kink
๐Ÿ’ dbf!joel bulge grinding, beer bottle fucking.
๐Ÿ’ Roman Roy fucking you on the edge of the roof and threatening to drop you!!!!
๐Ÿ’ dad!joel
๐Ÿ’ Roman Roy fucking you with a gun
๐Ÿ’ Joel miller Viagra
Potential WIPs (would love to write these, theyโ€™re just on the back burner)
๐Ÿ’ Stalker!roman
๐Ÿ’ pervy fedra!Roman/joel/reader intox kink and other fics with those three together
๐Ÿ’ Dirty old man!joel
๐Ÿ’ Pothead dbf!joel for me to play with intox kink lol
๐Ÿ’ priest!roman
๐Ÿ’ personal trainer!roman
๐Ÿ’ Dennis Reynolds one shots lol
๐Ÿ’ childhood bully!roman with a kink for giving you wedgies lol
๐Ÿ’ mark scout smut
๐Ÿ’ older brother!roman
No ETA for anything. This list is more of a way for me to remember what I want to write/requests Iโ€™m into. My inbox is always open to smutty thots/requests. Make it wrong, my friends ๐Ÿ˜‹
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w-sims ยท 1 month ago
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Generic Sports Team Names for The Sims 4 Worlds
โšœ Willow Creek Saints
๐ŸŒต Oasis Springs Mirages
๐Ÿฆ™ Newcrest Llamas
โ›บ Granite Falls Bears
๐Ÿšข Magnolia Promenade Steamers
๐Ÿ‘‘ Windenburg Knights
๐ŸŒ† San Myshuno Giants
๐Ÿฆ‡ Forgotten Hollow Bats
๐Ÿพ Brindleton Bay Cavaliers
๐Ÿ† Selvadorada Jaguars
๐ŸŒž Del Sol Valley Suns
๐Ÿ”ญ StrangerVille Curios
๐ŸŒŠ Sulani Dolphins
โœจ Glimmerbrook Magic
๐ŸŽ“ Britechester Wyverns
โ› Evergreen Harbour Quarriers
๐ŸŒŒ Batuu
๐ŸŽฟ Mt. Komorebi Avalanche
๐ŸฆŠ Henford-on-Bagley Foxes
๐Ÿ’˜ Tartosa Pirates
๐Ÿบ Moonwood Mill Wolves
๐Ÿ’Ž Copperdale Miners
๐Ÿณ San Sequoia Whales
๐ŸŽ Chestnut Ridge Cowboys
๐Ÿ… Tomarang Tigers
๐Ÿ’• Ciudad Enamorada Butterflies
๐Ÿ’€ Ravenwood Ravens
โš” Nordhaven Vikings
Honestly, I'm most proud of the Tomarang Tigers. Some of the names are taken from various American sports teams (please note, I'm not American, just a guy with Wikipedia) and other names lean more heavily into the lore/inspiration of The Sims 4 worlds themselves.
Which team are you supporting?
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corvid-isnt-a-person ยท 1 month ago
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Niche kin appreciation! ๐ŸŒต๐Ÿ
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1. introduce your kin
I'm a greater roadrunner therian! I guess the first thing I'll say is that they're real and don't just exist in TV. roadrunners are a member of the cuckoo family. there are two species of roadrunners: greater and lesser roadrunners. greater roadrunners and larger and are found in the southwestern US and parts of Mexico while lesser roadrunners are found in the western portions of Mexico and Central America
roadrunners are the state bird of New Mexico, where I live! I am surrounded by the little guys
roadrunners are capable of flight though they rarely use it and only ever in short bursts. they can run at speeds as high as 20mph so, for the most part, they see no reason to.
desert nights are cold, especially in the winter (the nighttime temperatures in my city can get as low as 0ยฐ with wind chills in the negatives!) so roadrunners will go into a torpor to preserve heat and energy. in the morning when the sun rises they'll puff up their feathers exposing dark patches on skin on their back to absorb the heat.
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they look like little puffballs ๐Ÿ’•
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