#I hate sculptor

[tapakah0]

My Sculptor soul was awakened

[tapakah0]

OH SCULPTOR VOICE???

THIS BEAST IS FINALLY HERE AHAHAH

And by this beast I mean the Sculptor part haha. Sixteen injured nine dead /j

[andy-clutterbuck]

TWD - The making of 4x11

[lyslsstuff]

Here's an old full drawing of Liu Kang because i didn't draw something New today and oh my god, oh my goooood, OH MY GOOOOOOOD *COMBUSTS*

[inbox-to-the-void]

inspired by this post, marble sky by @somerandomdudelmao

[IMAGE ID: A half-finished digital drawing of Ward from Marble Sky. He's looking to the side with a calm expression on his face, wearing a shirt with the words "I hate Sculptor" on it. Below the text on the shirt is a screenshot from Sculptor's reference sheet, surrounded by a general prohibition sign. END ID]

[tapakah0]

EWRHJGEWJHFGJRHEWGJHGHDGAHGDWJAHDGAJWHDGE DOH WAIT A MINUTE I FORGOT HOW TO SPEAK WHO IS THA JEIJHA

Okay I feel very stpid BUT LISTEN LISTEN HIM LISTEN I have like some drafts with him I want to animate him he is how people call it?? BLORBO FOR ME I wanna see his story he is *shaking him* Feeding me well over here I even forgot to switch on tags

Finally got to it, am all caught up and update on Cass's original comic Marble Sky! Sculptor is my favorite! He is scary and we love him. Thought I would doodle this sinister being.

[skarecrohw]

on my shit again

[muraenide]

𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐄 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄𝐒 / 𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐅𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄𝐒. *

• favorite fruit(s): peaches, white grapes, gooseberries

• favorite activity(ies): swimming, hiking, sculpting, sketching, painting

• favorite flower(s): amaranth, daffodil, snowdrop, daisies

• favorite season(s): spring, autumn and winter

• favorite insect(s): bees

• favorite animal(s): platypus

• favorite gem(s): opal

• favorite time of day: late evening when the sunsets and early dawn when it rises

Tagged by: @sweetlybite

[tapakah0]

[tapakah0]

KAWA KAWA KAWA KAWA KAWA COME HERE *BLOWS YOU ON THE MOON*

*COUGH-COUGH-COUGH* I MEAN I I MEAN THIS M SH** CALL A POLICE FOR ME AGAIN DON'T PUT THEM BOTH IN ONE ROOM TOGETHER AND DON'T SHOW ME WHJEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEZE

CW horror -ish??, blood

I HATE THIS GUYYYYYYYYY Marble Sky by @somerandomdudelmao

[paranoidgemsbok]

this is so fucking sick. i lvoe this. if i saw this animatronic at a haunt i would cheer and clap this rules so hard

[tapakah0]

OHHH MY GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOODDDDD A FEAST MY FAV EDITOR WENT WITH ANOTHER BANGER

OH MY GOD I LOVVVVEEE ITHKAJAJHFAF

AHAGDHDAGASHGAS

......

I need to animate more just purely for edits.......

oh my god the sonfhg

I'M SORRY AJDHJDDAWMHAH I AM OKAY

Marble Sky comic and art are by @somerandomdudelmao and the animation used is by @tapakah0

Song is 6up 5oh Cop-Out (Pro / Con) by Will Wood and the Tapeworms

Day One of trying to be normal about Sculptor,,, failed Day One immediately. Sorry I just wanna squeeze him like a stress ball,, I'M STILL ECLIPTICA'S BIGGEST FAN I SWEAR I SWEAR I SWEAR

ANYWAY YOU SHOULD CHECK OUT MARBLE SKY IT'S SO GOOD AND I LOVE IT RAHHH and when I love things I make edits so

[strangler-fish]

Todays bugs: Scott and Cleo! I love the designs for these two funky little guys

Info and doodles under the cut

Cleo is a sculptor/taxidermist, and Scott is a seamstress/ex-scrapper

(By taxidermist, I mean that she essentially puts the bodies of the dead back together to memorialize them. It’s a common practice for people to have those kind of ‘dead statues’ instead of burying the fallen, since graves take up too much land. I can explain more if you’re interested)

Pearl used to be a part of their group before she left to join Gem and Impulse, and although she didn’t mean to, it kinda left their relationship a bit rocky. They don’t outright hate Pearl, but they’d probably avoid her if given the choice

(Doodle of them before they split up)

The reason why Cleo doesn’t just fall apart is because most of her cracks have been sealed or somewhat fixed. But they weren’t healed perfectly, so it left the cracks behind as scars. It also slightly discolored the porcelain around it. Her most notable crack is the one near her waist, where a part of her is physically missing. (Fun fact! They’re mostly hollow inside!)

Scott used to be a scrapper before becoming a seamstress(he mainly quit because of the danger associated with the job). During that time, he got into an accident where a piece of rebar impaled him in the eye, and destroyed the entire area. Miraculously, he survived. Now he has a ‘donor eye,’ which- to simplify- is someone else’s eye melded onto him. It works the same as donor limbs- if it’s attached correctly, it works good as new.

Bonus flower husbands doodle

[twinsimming]

Boarding Schools Skill, Career, & Trait Additions by Twinsimming 🏀🎶🏐🎻🎥

The boarding school feature from The Sims 3: Generations wasn't updated to include any new skills, careers, or traits from subsequent expansion packs, so I originally made this mod to fix that.

Then I realized that there were also some base game traits and careers missing, as well as most of the hidden skills, so I added those too!

This is a tuning mod that can be placed in your Overrides folder.

Requirements

This mod requires The Sims 3: Generations.

Skill, Career, & Trait Additions

Additions are in bold.

Removals are struck through.

Prep School

School Traits: Ambitious, Snob, Charismatic, Schmoozer,  Genius, Bookworm, Perfectionist, Proper

Offensive Traits: Couch Potato, Slob, Easily Impressed, Inappropriate, and Rebellious

Learnable Skills: Logic, Writing, Charisma, Chess, Homework, Golfing, Social Networking

Recommended Occupations: Business, Political, Medical, Journalism, Writer, Education

Military School

School Traits: Neat, Handy, Good, Brave, Disciplined, Computer Whiz

Offensive Traits: Loser, Slob, Couch Potato, Over Emotional, Clumsy, Insane, Party Animal, Inappropriate, Rebellious

Learnable Skills: Homework, Logic, Athletic, Martial Arts, Handiness, Inventing, Scuba Diving

Recommended Occupations: Firefighter, Military, Law Enforcement, Criminal, Private Eye, Lifeguard, Inventor, Scuba Diver

Art School

School Traits: Virtuoso, Artistic, Dramatic, Charismatic, Photographer's Eye, Natural Born Performer, Savvy Sculptor, Avant Garde

Offensive Traits: Can't Stand Art. Couch Potato

Learnable Skills: Dancing, Club Dancing, Piano, Bass Guitar, Guitar, Drums, Painting, Charisma, Sculpting, Photography, Street Art, DJ Turntable

Recommended Occupations: Music, Stylist, Interior Designer, Nectar Maker, Painter, Photographer, Sculptor, Writer, Film, PT Film, Art Appraiser

Hippy School

School Traits: Loves The Outdoors, Artistic, Green Thumb, Vegetarian, and Environmentally Conscious, Good

Offensive Traits: Mean Spirited, Hates Outdoors, Snob, Evil

Learnable Skills: Child Cooking, Gardening, Cooking, Fishing, Inventing, Nectar, Science

Recommended Occupations: Science, Culinary, PT Bookstore Clerk, Fisher, Gardener, Inventor, Nectar Maker, Fortune Teller Career, PT Grocery Store Clerk, PT Mausoleum, PT Day Spa Specialist, PT Day Spa Receptionist

Sports School

School Traits: Athletic, Loves The Outdoors, Handy, Adventurous, and Disciplined

Offensive Traits: Loser, Slob, Couch Potato, Clumsy, Hates Outdoors, and Rebellious

Learnable Skills: Athletic, Handiness, Martial Arts, Foosball, Homework, Trampoline, Blocks, Golfing, Skating, Snowboarding, Ping Pong, Bowling

Recommended Occupations: Professional Sports, Law Enforcement, Criminal, Firefighter, and Sports Agent

Conflicts & Known Issues

Conflicts with any mod that edits the BoardingSchool xml file. This includes Madam Doofie's Higher Boarding School Costs mod.

Credits

EA/Maxis for The Sims 3, s3pe, and Notepad++

If you like my work, please consider tipping me on Ko-fi 💙

Download @ ModTheSims

[coloursflyaway]

As much as I love (and understand) everyone being wild about Edwin in Port Townsend, you can't tell me that clients don't fall in love with Charles left and right, too.

Have you seen the boy?

The softest, warmest brown eyes you could imagine, surrounded by the longest lashes. A nose so regal it would make Greek sculptors cry with joy. Cheekbones so sharp you could cut a diamond on them. Curls you want to card your fingers through and never stop again. A smile so brillant it could replace the sun.

I'm sure there's an army of people just swooning over Charles back in England.

And Edwin? Edwin would have hated that ever since it happened the first time, but now he knows why it hurts that much when someone calls Charles babe or luv or darling and I am pretty sure that that would make it so much worse.

[extinctlesspains]

𝐶ℎ𝑎𝑖𝑛𝑠 [𝐹. 𝑋𝑖𝑎𝑜]

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ᴘᴀʀᴛ ᴏɴᴇ, ᴘᴀʀᴛ ᴛᴡᴏ, ᴘᴀʀᴛ ᴛʜʀᴇᴇ, ᴘᴀʀᴛ ғᴏᴜʀ

ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢ: ʏᴀɴᴅᴇʀᴇ! sᴇɴsᴇɪ ᴡᴏʟғ/ғᴇɴɢ xɪᴀᴏ x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

ɢᴇɴʀᴇ: ᴅᴀʀᴋ ʀᴏᴍᴀɴᴄᴇ, sᴍᴜᴛ! (ɴᴏɴ ᴄᴏɴ ᴛᴏ ᴄᴏɴ)

sᴜᴍᴍᴀʀʏ: ᴛʀᴀᴘᴘᴇᴅ ɪɴ xɪᴀᴏ’s ʙᴀsᴇᴍᴇɴᴛ, ʏᴏᴜ ᴇɴᴅᴜʀᴇ ʀᴇʟᴇɴᴛʟᴇsᴇ ᴘᴜɴɪsʜᴍᴇɴᴛs ᴅᴇsɪɢɴᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ʙʀᴇᴀᴋ ʏᴏᴜ—ᴅᴀʏs ᴏғ ɪsᴏʟᴀᴛɪᴏɴ, sᴛᴀʀᴠᴀᴛɪᴏɴ, ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴏʟᴅ ᴛʜʀᴇᴀᴛ ᴏғ ʜɪs ʙʟᴀᴅᴇ ᴀɢᴀɪɴsᴛ ʏᴏᴜʀ sᴋɪɴ. ᴀs ʜᴇ sʜɪғᴛs ʙᴇᴛᴡᴇᴇɴ ᴄʀᴜᴇʟ ᴅɪsᴄɪᴘʟɪɴᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ᴜɴsᴇᴛᴛʟɪɴ�� ᴛᴇɴᴅᴇʀɴᴇss, ʜᴇ ᴅᴇᴍᴀɴᴅs ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴀʟʟ ʜɪᴍ ʙʏ ʜɪs ʀᴇᴀʟ ɴᴀᴍᴇ, ɴᴏᴛ ᴀs ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴄᴀᴘᴛᴏʀ ʙᴜᴛ ᴀs ʏᴏᴜʀ ʟᴏᴠᴇʀ, ғᴏʀᴄɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜ ᴛᴏ ᴄᴏɴғʀᴏɴᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴛᴇʀʀɪғʏɪɴɢ ʀᴇᴀʟɪᴛʏ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʀᴇsɪsᴛᴀɴᴄᴇ ɪs sʟɪᴘᴘɪɴɢ ᴀᴡᴀʏ.

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You didn’t know how long you’d been in this place. The days were long and the nights were short.

Time had lost all meaning—there were no windows, no clocks, nothing to tether you to reality. Nothing to keep you sane. The only rhythm that dictated your life was the slow creak of the basement door opening, the soft click of his shoes against the floor, and the measured inhale before he spoke.

"You still haven't learned, have you?" His voice rasp.

You had sworn to yourself that you would never give in, that no matter how much Xiao tried to break you, you would fight. But how long could a person last when their world had been reduced to a single, inescapable presence? He was the only person who kept you sane. The only human contact you had. It was sickening.

Xiao was losing patience. With every day passing, he just wanted you to break. For you to fall into his trap.

“You’re being difficult again.”

His voice was calm—always calm. Even when you defied him, even when you spat venom at his face, he rarely raised his voice. Instead, he let the silence stretch between you, forcing you to stew in his presence until the weight of it made your skin crawl.

You glared at him, kneeling on the cold stone floor, wrists bound tightly behind your back. Your body ached from the last time he had “taught” you obedience, bruises littering your skin like dark stains of his ownership.

Before Xiao, and everything, you were a virgin. But now... You weren't. He loved seeing you cry as you struggled to take him... He found it cute. The way you'd try to push him off you as his hands cropped and his lips kissed your skin. You were disgusted by him.

You hated him.

“I’d rather die than be yours.”

A sigh. A disappointed sigh.

“You keep saying that,” Xiao mused, crouching before you, tilting his head as if you were an amusing little puzzle he was determined to solve. His gloved fingers trailed over your jaw, deceptively gentle. “And yet, you’re still here.”

You clenched your teeth. “I didn’t choose this.”

“But you will, Darling.”

There it was. That word. That word... From hell! Everytime he claimed your body he always used darling, and it sent shivers down your spine. He would whisper it in your ear when he reached his high and kiss your neck. That word alone made you freeze.

Before you could react, his hand struck your face. The force sent your head snapping to the side, white-hot pain blooming across your cheek. You sucked in a sharp breath but refused to let a sound escape.

Silence.

No, you couldn't break now.

Then, his fingers returned, brushing over your bruised skin with a ghost of tenderness.

“That’s better,” Xiao murmured, tilting your chin up. His eyes gleamed in the dim light, studying your face like a sculptor admiring his unfinished work. “It’s such a shame. You’re so beautiful when you stop fighting me.”

Your stomach churned from disgust and hatred. “Go to hell.”

Xiao chuckled. “Darling, I’d drag you with me.”

The punishments were getting worse.

At first, he had simply controlled you—tying you down when you struggled, leaving you alone in darkness until your own mind became your worst enemy. But now… now he was carving himself into you, piece by piece, until the idea of defying him became as foreign as freedom itself.

Some days, he left you locked in absolute silence, deprived of food, water, or even the sound of his voice. He wanted you to miss him. He wanted you to dread his absence just as much as you dreaded his presence.

Other nights, he was different.

Other nights, he came to you with a knife.

Not to kill you—no, never that. But to remind you how fragile you were, and maybe hurt you.

He would press the cold blade against your skin, watching as goosebumps rose in its wake.

Some days he grabbed the knife and physically carved his name into your skin. Property of Feng Xiao.

"Stop resisting," he murmured against your ear.

And then there were the nights when he was gentle.

When he cleaned your wounds with careful precision. When he brushed his fingers through your hair as you trembled in his lap. When he whispered to you in the dark, pressing his lips against your temple.

"I don’t want to hurt you." His voice was almost tender. "But I will if it means keeping you."

The worst part?

A part of you was starting to believe him.

That night, You woke up on the cold floor of the basement.

The room was dimly lit, candles flickering along the walls. The soft scent of incense curled in the air—lavender, you realized.

Your body was sore, exhaustion clinging to your limbs like a second skin. You weren’t sure how long it had been since you last slept properly, but the moment you shifted, a warm hand pressed against your side.

Your breath hitched.

Xiao sat beside you, watching.

“I was starting to worry,” he murmured, brushing a strand of hair from your face. “You’ve been so quiet lately.”

You turned your head away from him.

He sighed. “Still so stubborn.”

You flinched when his fingers traced down your arm, over the bruises he had left.

“You should call me by my name,” Xiao murmured. His voice was barely above a whisper, like a secret meant only for you. “Not ‘wolf.’ I don’t want to be your coworker.” His lips brushed against your ear. “I want to be your lover.”

Your stomach twisted.

“No,” you whispered.

Xiao smiled, pressing a soft kiss against your jaw. “You will.”

He pressed another to your throat, lingering against the pulse point. You couldn’t stop the way your heart pounded, and he noticed.

“You’re trembling,” he observed, amused.

You clenched your teeth. “Because I hate you.”

He let out a quiet laugh, his hands ghosting over your sides. “Hate is a passionate thing, darling. Passion is just another form of devotion.”

Your breathing hitched when his hands slid lower, nails dragging over the bruises he had left. You were so tired, so helpless, and he knew it.

"You’ll break soon," Xiao murmured, lips trailing over your skin. "And when you do, you’ll realize it’s always been easier to belong to me."

Tears burned at your eyes, but you refused to let them fall.

You weren’t broken.

Not yet.

But as his hands tightened around your waist, as his lips brushed against your temple with disturbing tenderness, you realized something terrifying.

You were running out of ways to resist. If you did, you would get hurt.

His lips made his way down to your jaw, then your neck. His calloused fingers went under your shirt, caressing your soft skin.

You wanted to push him away, you really did. But it was pointless. It was this... Or another name carving.

"You're so beautiful..." He whispered against your collarbone, his hands traveling to throw your shirt off your limp body. Tears pricked at your eyes, and Xiao noticed. But he ignored it. You would have to get used to the love making. You had to. You had no choice.

Your shirt was tossed and Xiao lifted you onto the bed nearby. In the basement, Xiao installed a bed for you to sleep on and... For other activities.

He unclipped your bra in a second, and now you were in plain view for him. He didn't say a word before he dove into your chest, marking your breasts and leaving dark hickeys near your nipples. You closed your eyes, hoping it would be over soon.

He kneaded your skin as he bit and sucked all over your torso. A moment later he took his own shirt off and in an instant, both of you were fully undressed.

"Look at me." He growled after seeing your closed eyes. You turned away, feeling sick to your stomach.

A harsh smack went across your face making you gasp and touch you red cheek. You snapped your neck to look at him, tears threatening to spill.

"I said, fucking look. Didn't I?" He stated, his eyes staring deep into yours. It was a rhetorical question and all you could do was stare at him in utter fear.

"I-Im sorry..." You stuttered. His hands wrapped around your neck as he slammed into you. He was rough and cruel, not giving you any time to adjust.

He thrusted into you like a dog in heat, whimpering and moaning into your ear. "God, so fucking tight... Huh baby?" He whimpered out.

You couldn't make out any words, your jaw only dropped at the rough thrusting. You hated your body for betraying you. You were wet for him and worst of all... You were so close to cumming.

His tip hit your soft walls that had you clenching around him. He groaned, thrusting faster almost begging for your cum. "Shit baby, you're sucking me in..." With his movements and dirty words, you let out moans. Which was exactly what he wanted.

"Cmon, you know you wanna cum, hm?" He hummed.

You whined, pushing you hands to his chest as you bucked your hips into him. He chuckled darkly, making his thrusts sharper. "Yeah baby? Like that spot?"

He released one hand from your neck, bringing it down and rubbing your sensitive bud. And that... Was the end of it for you.

You screamed out of pain and pleasure combined, some tears spilling. You arched off the bed, clenching and cumming around Xiao's erection.

He moaned into your neck, thrusting a few more times and cumming inside your sweet cunt.

As he came... He said the words.

"I love you, darling."