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violethursday · 1 year ago
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Unexpected Fermatta
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applebeary · 3 months ago
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Made a quick sketch of our lovely KorTac contractor. Man I don’t even know how the hell I roll sometimes with chrome canvas (not being able to move the layers is torture.)
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I will be very angy if tumblr ruins the picture quality >:((
anyways, I bought those cheap matching hello kitty pants with my friend a while back and I feel like König would be the type of guy who happily wears those pajamas with Y/N just to make her happy!
A 6’10 guy wearing pink hello kitty pajamas. Ah, peak masculinity fr.
first König x y/n scenario fanfic dropping soon! xoxo
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stovetopsnowmobile · 8 months ago
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for the one other barney x lauren fan that exists out there.. (this is for you gangalang...)
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wasabikitcat · 10 months ago
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community college is so funny because half of the teachers are like "For this class you need to use lockdown browser for all quizzes and tests. You need to buy this 70 dollar textbook, and all papers turned in must be in APA format with a title page even if they're only 500 words long. I will not accept late assignments. Also you have a minimum of 4 assignments a week." and the other half are like "you don't need proctoring for the final exam I trust you. here's a download link to a pirated copy of the textbook. as long as your writing is coherent and demonstrates an understanding of the material I literally could not care less what format you use. I can't figure out how canvas works so I'm not giving you due dates, just make sure it's turned in before the grading period ends. your only weekly assignment is a forum post with a minimum of 100 words."
#my favorite teacher so far is still the film history professor I had in my first semester.#he was very old and didn't understand how canvas worked at all and sometimes had trouble opening a video file#but simultaneously he was tech literate enough to recommend we use firefox with an ad blocker#because whenever someone missed class and was like 'where do i go to find the movie' he'd be like 'use an ad blocker and google it'#he said the school made him stop emailing links to free movie sites because people would open them on chrome with no ad block#and there'd be borderline malware on them. like this guy gave me the impression he was like. a veteran movie pirate lol.#that class had barely any assignments. like there wasn't a final exam or anything.#he just wanted us to write a paragraph or so answering a few questions about the movies we watched. it was chill.#and i also learned a lot actually. like i didn't know what a nickelodeon was before then. or the Hays Code.#the movies were genuinely good. i never thought Id be that into old black and white movies or westerns for example but they actually slapped#some of them had really mature themes and i definitely started to understand the people on this website who are like#'if the only media you consume is children's media you should maybe branch out instead of calling steven universe problematic'#because a lot of the movies we watched depicted very 'problematic' things and were able to directly address them because they are for adults#(to clarify I didn't just like kids media before then. i just mean that it introduced me to some older stuff i didn't think I'd like)#(but i ended up liking a lot. it also made me realize that movies made today are kind of shit. which i also already knew)#(but it put it more into perspective because I have more to compare it to)#im rambling now. community college is pretty swag i enjoy it. and i do get along with the teachers who have crazy requirements too lol.
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cru5h-cascades · 1 year ago
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H 3 L L 0 .
(undisorted version under cut) (also this is probably not anatomically correct lol but hey this turned out pretty good tbh)
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jaydendoodlesart · 1 year ago
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chain saw paint
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zquigglez · 6 months ago
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Eughh I suddenly feel unwell and my nose is super runny guys :-( I hope it’s just allergies.. I was drawing Eddie and I’m going to keep trying to. (So expect him either later today or tomorrow :-p)
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felixisfruity · 20 days ago
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what am i doing with my life
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using my powers for evil
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zaynessbeloved · 2 months ago
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It started when you made the mistake of asking what was in the third drawer of his studio desk.
“I assumed it was paints or something,” you’d muttered, half-joking.
“Oh?” Rafayel had tilted his head, smile too calm. “You’ve never opened it?”
You hesitated. And he grinned—slow, wicked, delighted. “Well, cutie... I suppose it’s time for your first gallery tour.”
He opened the drawer. It wasn’t paints. No, it was way worse. Velvet-lined compartments. Glass toys. Chrome. A few pastel silicone pieces shaped too intricately for you to identify at a glance. They weren’t thrown in like dirty secrets—they were displayed, curated, as if he had sculpted them himself. Some even looked like art. Sleek. Minimalist. Beautiful.
Your face heated instantly. And Rafayel? Oh, he noticed immediately, his eyes glued to your face in delight. He leaned in, eyes glowing brighter with every twitch of your expression. “Embarrassed already?” he cooed. “But you haven’t even seen the vibrating ones.”
You tried to turn away, but his hand came to your cheek, thumb brushing under your eye. “No hiding, cutie. Yeah? You’re my muse. I need to see everything.”
Twenty minutes later, you were in his studio, barely able to sit upright in the chair he used for oil sketches, thighs trembling, body flushed. One of the toys was inside you now. It was remote controlled, quiet but lethal.
Rafayel circled you like a wolf.
“You’re being so good,” he whispered, adjusting the setting. “But this one’s barely a three. I wonder what five feels like for you...or six...or—”
“Rafayel—” you gasped, nearly choking as the vibration intensified deep inside you.
And he moaned at your voice like it was music.
“Well, fuck,” he breathed, squatting in front of you. “You should see your face, cutie. I’ve painted less expressive portraits.”
You whined and covered your face with both hands. He laughed, leaning in to pry your hands away. “Don’t hide from me,” he whispered. “I need to see it. Every twitch, every flinch, every little shudder when you try not to come.”
He turned the dial up again, just a nudge and your whole body jerked.
“Rafayel!” you cried.
“Yes?” he purred, absolutely glowing. “Tell me what it feels like. For reference. For research.”
You whimpered, legs trembling, completely overwhelmed. And still he didn’t touch you. He just sat back on his heels and watched. Eyes locked to your ruined form. Lips parted. Chest rising like he was trying to memorize your breath.
Because to Rafayel, this wasn’t just play. It was art, watching you fall apart.
You didn’t think it could get worse. You were already trembling, thighs shaking from the relentless pulse of the toy inside you. The remote—small, sleek—rested in Rafayel’s palm like it belonged there, his thumb lazily brushing the dial up and down. Never long enough to let you come. Never soft enough to let you rest.
And then he stood, wandered to the velvet drawer again, and hummed. As if he were choosing a new brush. As if your body were just another canvas. He turned back with a second toy in hand, one you didn’t recognize. Pale rose gold, delicate. Your eyes widened.
“Do you trust me, cutie?” he asked, voice soft. Too soft.
You nodded, already breathless. He smiled and moved fast, the toy pinched gently over your nipple, cold at first, then warm. Then—click. A slow, subtle pulse. Not painful. Not harsh. Just constant. Just enough to drive you insane.
Rafayel’s eyes practically lit up at your expression.
“Oh... look at you,” he whispered, stepping back to admire the effect. “I haven’t even touched you and you’re already falling apart.”
You whimpered, fingers clawing at the arms of the chair, hips shifting in place as both toys worked you from inside and out. The dual sensations blurred, burning through you.
“I wonder,” he murmured, circling behind you, voice low near your ear, “if I could make you come without a single hand on your body.”
He twisted the dial again, both of them. You screamed. Your legs shook violently, eyes glassy, chest heaving under the pulsing stimulation at your breast. You couldn't even beg. Couldn’t think. Could only feel.
And Rafayel? He didn’t even flinch or speak. He just watched you so intently, a hand pressed lightly to his own chest, lips parted like he was high on your pleasure alone.
He didn't need to touch himself. He was already aching, cock hard beneath his pants, but it didn’t matter. The sight of you—trembling, flushed, moaning his name like it was salvation��was more intoxicating than anything else could be.
His eyes were wide, almost reverent.
“You’re divine like this,” he whispered, crouching beside you, nose brushing your cheek. “Do you even know what you look like, cutie? I should paint this. Frame it. Worship it.”
You came again with no warning. And he gasped like it hit him, too. Hands still behind his back, remote untouched. Just his eyes on you. And that damn smile on his face as leaned in and kissed your jaw gently.
It had been days. Days since the last time he reduced you to tears with nothing but vibrations and words. You thought maybe it had satisfied him. Maybe he’d had his fill. Maybe that wild, possessive edge in his eyes had dimmed just enough.
You were wrong.
Because tonight, he sat you down in the center of his studio again—same chair, same dim lighting—only this time, he was prepared. Very prepared. Two toys. One thrusting deep inside you with slow, devastating rhythm, thick and unrelenting. The second pressed to your clit—smaller, crueler, pulsing in syncopated bursts that made your whole body twitch.
Rafayel was sitting across from you in that same velvet chair, flushed, legs spread, eyes glassy. His shirt was still buttoned but wrinkled now, sleeves pushed up, chest rising and falling like he was the one overstimulated.
“Cutie,” he whispered, biting his lip, hand gripping the remote tight, “you should see what you look like like this.”
He shifted the thrusting toy’s rhythm—faster, shallower, and your head snapped back against the chair, mouth open in a wordless cry.
He moaned at the sight. “Fuck…do that again. Let me see your throat. Yes... yes.”
And then just as your orgasm built, just as you were seconds from tipping over—Click. He shut them both off.
You screamed in frustration, hips bucking, chasing friction. And Rafayel just laughed—soft, breathless. “You should see your face, sweet girl. Oh, you’re so fucking beautiful when you beg.”
You panted. Whimpered, really. Your thighs were shaking violently, already soaked, pussy fluttering around the unmoving toy buried inside you.
“Please,” you breathed.
“Oh, I know,” he whispered, crawling toward you on his knees, not to touch, but to watch closer. To see every tremble as he flicked the remote back on. First the clit toy. Then the one inside you. Then both. Then none.
Over and over. Cruel and perfect and orchestrated.
You came the first time without warning—body slamming forward, hands grabbing the arms of the chair as the pleasure tore through you like lightning. Rafayel shuddered, jaw slack, like your orgasm had touched him. But he didn’t stop. The second wave hit harder. The third left you sobbing, eyes unfocused, legs flinching uncontrollably.
“Rafayel—” you gasped, tears streaking your cheeks. “I can’t—I can’t—”
He leaned in, kissed your trembling thigh, lips soft and reverent. “Yes, you can. You were made to come for me.”
Another switch. Another build. Another climax, ripped from your raw, shaking body as he sat back and watched, his own breath ragged now, mouth parted, flushed from head to toe, voice low and addicted.
“You’re perfect. My perfect little masterpiece. I could do this all night.”
He meant it. Not once had he touched himself, but he was undone. Just from you. Just from this. And when you collapsed forward, boneless and soaked and still twitching, Rafayel crawled to you, finally laying his hand on your cheek.
“Still breathing?” he murmured, voice hoarse.
You nodded weakly. He smiled, that soft, dangerous glow back in his eyes. “Then we’re not finished.”
You should’ve known when he brought out the tripod. He didn’t even say anything, just set it up with the same slow, careful reverence he gave to his canvases. He adjusted the angle, tilted the lens and hit record. Then he turned to you. You were still naked, still trembling from the last wave of overstimulation. Skin flushed. Eyes glassy.
“You’re not nervous,” he said softly, as if stating a fact.
You shook your head, breath catching. “No.”
His smile was feral. “Good girl.”
He walked to you slowly—barefoot, shirt undone, hair slightly wild—and lowered himself to his knees again. Took up the remote, the toys already humming between your thighs. But this time? He looked at the camera as he pushed the first setting higher. Like he wanted it to see.
“You’re going to come for me again,” he said, gaze flicking between your wrecked face and the red blinking light. “And I want you to look at the lens when you do.”
Your stomach flipped. But you obeyed. Because you were too far gone now. Too used to this rhythm—his commands, his precision, his addiction to every detail of your ruin.
The toy thrust into you harder this time, slick and merciless. The vibrator pressed to your clit pulsed in uneven patterns—his favorite setting. One that made you anticipate and fear every jolt.
He didn't touch you. But his voice was everywhere.
"Look at it, cutie," he murmured, tilting your chin up so your teary, desperate gaze met the lens. "Let it capture every second of what I do to you."
You moaned, the sound breaking apart as your thighs shook, body convulsing around the toy inside you. The orgasm was fast—too fast—and he groaned aloud when it hit you, watching your eyes roll back on film, your body jerking in helpless surrender.
And still he didn’t stop. He switched the settings, flicked between pulses. Alternating pressure. Different angles. And every time you sobbed or moaned or whimpered his name, he watched it happen all over again, reflected in the camera’s cold, perfect eye.
He was sweating by the time your fifth orgasm tore through you, chest heaving, one hand gripping the edge of the chair so tightly his knuckles went white. Still untouched. Still painfully hard. And still, so obsessed with watching you break in real-time.
“I’m going to watch this again,” he whispered darkly, reaching out to brush your soaked, overstimulated core with the back of his hand. “Over and over, until I know every second by heart.”
You sobbed and came again. And only then—when your body slumped against the chair, totally spent—did he finally shut the toys off and click the recording to a stop.
Later, he carried you to the bath in silence. You were weightless in his arms, floating. Boneless. Wrecked. He settled you into the warm water, one arm behind your back, the other cradling your thighs as he poured lavender-scented oils over your skin.
His touch was reverent now. Gentle. Loving. He washed you slowly, carefully, eyes still full of that same awe, that same holy fixation.
"You did so well," he murmured, pressing a kiss to your shoulder. "You gave me everything, looked so perfect."
You leaned against him, too weak to speak, but he didn’t need words. His hand cupped your cheek again, tilting your head back just enough to press his lips to your temple.
“I’ve never wanted anything the way I want you,” he whispered, and for once—his voice trembled.
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yeonmuse · 1 month ago
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CHROME HEARTS ──but I break them still
❪ CHROME HEARTS ❫ nishimura riki & fem!rea 118O ⋆♱✮ fluff/angst ༯ university au ꫂ ၴႅၴ synopsis──★˙nainais library !! @k-films
℘an᭪ : written, texts & social media threads included in this chapter, welcome to my new tag-list recipients thank you for joining us on this journey. Also this is the first time I’ve written one of my smaus in first person rather than third, let me know if you guys like this better or if I should go back to writing third person reader pov.
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CHAPTER 4 | stop aura farming
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The art room— the place where all the magic happened, or at least it had been in your eyes. you never much cared for anything that didn’t involve eating, sleeping and breathing art. Art was something instinctive to you, something that had consumed your life from a very young age. When all you knew to write were stick figures and blended colors on an empty white page. You never cared much for your studies– though you always excelled in them nonetheless, aside from bio which you ultimately sucked at. You never cared much for parties or gaining the socialite title that many your age seemed to strive for. Your life was about art, the thing that connected you to a world outside of just your reality that was all plain black and white. The one thing that had always made you feel alive even when life had gotten complicated and heavy.
──Other than the faint noise of a paintbrush dusting against a canvas and pencils scraping coffee toned test sheets, silence hung over the room like a suffocating blanket. To you the silence was gratifying and provided a subsistence needed when working in the artistic atmosphere. You’d always found comfort in silence, no matter how heavy it sometimes got. Many times you’d be so focused that eventually the silence had become so overbearing and weighed that it’d completely devour you. A beautiful yet agonizing thing the quietness could be, and Ni ki had been on the polar opposite of such a spectrum who absolutely hated the silence been the two of you.
The quiet had completely swallowed the room whole, as if the art room had drifted off into its own sector of the universe. Not a squeak in the hallway or sound of faint footsteps in the distance. Not a hum or a yawn from you who’d been completely locked in on your work, it had been completely undeniable quiet. The only sounds cutting through momentarily was the subtle scratch of pencils on paper and brush to canvas and it had remained that way for over fifteen minutes. Initially when class ended and the professor had granted the two of you permission to stay behind and work longer he’d thought it to be the perfect opportunity, alas it gave him the chance to move in, to finally get you to crack and show him what lies beneath your cold and poised surface. All he’d known about you was simply from having observed you over the course of the first semester– the way your brows furrowed when you were perplexed or annoyed, how you’d letyour art consume you as if it were the only thing that seemed to matter..you weren’t just beautiful, you were complex, like a puzzle fit for only him to figure out.
But Ni ki had done all but speak to you within those fifteen minutes you were both sat there. He just sat silently observing, every now and then his focus would shift to his art piece until he’d eventually given up on it completely. To him you were a mere distraction, his desire and hopes for you to spare him one glance, to hear the call of his name from your lips had completely blinded him and yet it had never happened.
Fifteen minutes had long gone and eventually time stamped at five fifteen, feet shuffled on the other side of the art room door and then it swung open, an odd group pouring in seconds later. A sigh spilled from your lips on the other side of the room and you immediately shut your sketchbook, understanding your peace had now been disrupted for the day.
“I told you guys to study without me.’’ you groan, slipping your supplies into your bag and resting your arms on the table as you gave them each a look of disarray.
“Yeah and we didn’t listen so now what.’’ your brother antagonizes, making you roll your eyes at him. You didn’t even have to cook up any responses or clap backs because within seconds mako had been pushing him out of the way to get to you.“Will you move.’’
One person sat in the back of the room every now and then watching the interaction between the seven of you. Ears perking up each time he’d heard you laugh or crack a joke and even though it hadn’t been towards him he found himself smiling. Little parts of you had slightly unfolded before his eyes in the form of your friendships, though just as quick as they’d all come flooding into the room they eventually left, taking you along with them and he was once again left alone to the silence.
“Maya was not lying it was completely dead in there.’’ Melody comments as they’d moved further from the room. “You could have at least said something to him. He did by you those 300 dollar crayons.’’
“Oil pastels not crayons..and what would I even say to him. He asked me out remember it’s still pretty awkward.’’ you respond in defense
“To be honest you’re the only one that’s making it awkward because you have the social capabilities of a mouse. He doesn’t seem like he’s being awkward about it, even if he still likes you. You’re the only one still dwelling on it.’’ Hunter shrugs before taking a long swig from his coke can and tossing it into a nearby trashcan once he’s completely emptied it out.
“For fucks sake can we talk about something other than this guy?’’ Mako complained, turning to face them all and back stepping as you all walked along the hall. “Please i’m begging anything..’’
“We can talk about Chlo and the fact that she’s trying to spend her birthday sleeping and wasting away.” Maya moves in with a swift change in subject and now all eyes are on Chloe.
“What do you mean don’t you want to go out and celebrate with us?’’ you question, brows furrowed and lips shaped into a confused pout.
“It’s not that I don’t want to spend it with you guys i’d just rather sit this one out after all the quizzes and studying and work i just want to sleep.’’ she huffs, a look of exhaust shading over her face.
“Well if that’s the case we’ll all come over and we can sleep and not do anything together. You aren’t allowed to spend your big 20 alone.’’ you inquire, linking your arms with hers and resting your head on her shoulder as the two of you walked.
“Sounds good to me as long as I can sleep.” Chloe responds, resting her head on top of yours and closing her eyes.
“So it’s settled then this saturday we stay in and rest and next saturday we go out to celebrate.” Melody says, her voice bouncing off the walls with how loud she’d been.
“No one said anything about going out next saturday?” Jongseob looks at her through half lidded eyes, brows knit together in confusion.
“No shit, I’m saying it now dipshit.” She responds, starting and endless back and forth between the two of them that seemed to last until they finally reached their destined area for study group.
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sillyhanako · 5 months ago
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╭╯﹒pipo pipo electric sound !!﹕
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🍮﹒⪩⪨ ﹕dates scenarios with the bluck lock boys!
🍮﹒⪩⪨ ﹕STARRING : yukimiya kenyu, bachira meguru and alexis ness ♡ fluff!
🍮꒱﹒a/n﹒one of my best works! Im really proud of this one. Lmk if you want a second part >< contains smau in kenyu and bachira parts and contains soft launches in them all
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୨୧ ㆍ  yukimiya kenyu
Today was one of Yukimiya's rare days off. He had just finished modeling for a big hit magazine, and his manager insisted that he take a day off to reward his hard work.
and how would he spend it? With his lover, of course! Lately, you both have been struggling to make time for each other, each busy with work or school. But today was conveniently a beautiful sunny day where everything just felt right—the breeze was gentle and the air fragrant with spring flowers. Yukimiya decided that this was the perfect moment for a sweet date.
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At three thirty he knocked on your door with a bouquet of your favorite flowers and a heart-shaped box of chocolates. You were surprised, and Yukimiya could barely see your face, not because of his blindness, but because of how big the bouquet was.
"You didn't have to..! ," you said with joy, unable to contain your excitement and gratitude. "I missed you," he replied softly, placing his gifts on the table and embracing you tightly, as if trying to merge your bodies.
You helped him take off his jacket and handed him a cup of water, engaging in casual conversation to relax after the ride.
"speaking of TikTok, I saw this cute little trend. Look!" You exclaimed, showing him a video of two couples painting each other's t-shirts and a blank dinosaur clay figure.
"I think we should definitely do that. I have spare t-shirts, and instead of clay figures, we can order tote bags. Are you in?" You looked at him with anticipation.
"Yeah sure why not? Should we make matching ones?" "Oh good idea! Ill get the fabric paint hold on-"
after digging for a good 30 minutes in house you finally got what you needed on your living room's table. You laid out your plain canvas bags and soft, white t-shirts like a blank canvas ready to receive your wildest ideas. As you started painting, yukimiya leaned over, his shoulder brushing against yours. “What do you think we should make first?” he asked, his voice playful, and your heart did that little flip it always did around him. You suggested matching sanrio designs— you chose Kiki and LaLa . “Perfect-!” he replied, already splattering some paint onto his shirt in excitement, totally unbothered by the mess you were about to create. You recommended using a starting sketch, so you pulled out your phones getting a clear picture of your character.
Time flew by as you discussed everything varrying from your favorite sanrio products to your dream travel destinations, each topic punctuated by bursts of laughter and playful shoving and thus losing sense of time and making way too many 'masterpieces' . You both decided that every little imperfection you painted was just part of the charm.
As the sun began to set, painting the sky with soft hues of pink and orange, you stepped back to admire your creations. They weren’t just tote bags and t-shirts; they were memories smeared with laughter and love. You felt so grateful to have Yuki by your side—someone to share these memories with and made everyone one of them memorable.
“Okay, you know what we should do next? we should to model them!” you declared, striking a silly pose, and it was impossible not to giggle at how silly you looked. You put your new creations on, proudly showcasing your masterpieces, and snapped a few selfies, capturing the essence of the day.
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kenyuki our beautiful mess <3 @.ynthediva
bachicha BRO ACTUALLY PULLS?????➜kenyuki Shut yo skin tone chicken bone google chrome no flip phone disowned ice cream cone garden gnome extra chromosome metronome dimmadome genome full nlown monochrome student loan indiana jones overgrown flintstone x and y hormone friend zoned sylvester stallone fsierra leone autozone professionally seen silver patrone headass tf up ➜ynthediva CLOCKED. ➜ryu__shid GAGGED.
slursagi yall look lowk cute 😕 ➜ynthediva thanks 😙 ➜ynthediva WHAT IS THAT USERNAME ➜slursagi STOP IT WAS A DARE ➜ynthediva by who 😭 ➜slursagi that bitchless kurona.
karasuhq one slip up is all i need.. ➜kenyuki blocked. ➜hiyo_yo bro is like a dragon guarding his treasure 😭 pipe down ➜ninin._ninja talking like you pull any 💀😰 ➜hiyo_yo you failed 5th grade. ➜ninin._ninja im sorry sir
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୨୧ ㆍ  bachira meguru
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The sun was just beginning to dip behind the buildings as you stood outside the cinema, glancing at your watch, waiting for someone to show up. The flickering neon lights of the theater were a perfect backdrop for one of your favorite dates with your boyfriend bachira. Your heart raced with excitement as you wished for him to speed up just a little bit.
Just as you were about to check your phone, you heard his signature laugh—bright and infectious. Turning around, there he was, a ball of energy with his messy bee coloured hair and those big brown eyes that youve grown to love.
He zoomed toward you like he’d just spotted a prize in a carnival game, and before you knew it, he had looped an arm around your shoulders squeezing you in a hug.
“Hey! Ready for the movie?” he beamed, his enthusiasm almost tangible.
“Absolutely!” you replied, bouncing slightly on your toes trying to match his seemingly endless energy, seriously where does he get it from?
You approached the entrance, the lively crowd enhancing the thrill of the moment. Chatter filled the waiting room and after grabbing your tickets—he insisted on paying because the date was his idea—you headed to the concession stand.
“Okay, we need the largest popcorn they have. And candy! Which one should we get?” he declared as you stood before the colorful assortment of sweets.
“Hmm, gummy bears?” you suggested, but he shot you a look like you'd just suggested swimming in jelly.
“No way, we need chocolate! It’s a movie must-have!” He patted his chest as if making a proclamation.
You chuckled, and after a quick playful banter about whos the better movie must-have you settled on a massive bucket of honey popcorn and a couple of chocolate bars, and he practically wore a victorious grin as you made your way into the screening room.
Once inside, you found your seats—perfectly positioned in the middle of the theater. The dim lights illuminated the previews casting shadows across the room. Bachira flopped down beside you, as you couldn’t help but snicker watching his exaggerated excitement for the snacks, He lunged for the popcorn, shoving a handful into his mouth, claiming he couldnt wait to devour them, and thats probably going to make the both of you watch the rest of the movie without snacks. Fun.
“mhmff! 'his ish tha befsh parsh of tha 'ovie!"  he laughed with his mouth full and a buttery grin "wanth sum?" He offered you a handful of perfectly honeyed popcorn and you could resist the urge to say yes.
You settled in as the previews began to roll, the buzz of the theater fading into the background. He leaned close, whispering comments about the upcoming films, and you found yourself leaning into him, soaking up every moment of this somewhat messy date.
As the lights dimmed fully and the film began, you felt utterly content and couldnt ask for more. I mean your silly boyfriend AND a movie date?, surely you have the capability to muffle some giggles throughout the movie, right?
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bachichan me and my skibidi rizzler yall vould NEVER 🤑🤑
leo._.reo how did bachira pull before me 😭 unbelievable ➜kingbarou the real question is how did he find someone that matched his freak bachichan yall just jealous 🤑🤑
➜redprincessa @ynthediva please reconsider and thank you 😊 ➜bachichan solve whatever shit you have between you and that ichigo wannabe 🤑🤑 ➜ku_.niga_.mi im gonna gorge your eyes out. ➜bachichan @redprincessa come get yo dog bih 😭😭
ynthediva the date was so fun 😊 exited for more! ➜bachichan glad to heart dat :DD hihuihihh ➜slurisagi why r u down bad bro ➜redprincessa that brotha gooone
➜aikou20 yoo my number xxx-xxx-xxx if u ever get tired from that schizo <33 ➜ynthediva arent you like 30 ➜aikou20 WHAT. ➜bachichan CLOCKEDDDD
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୨୧ ㆍ  alexis ness
The sun streamed through the kitchen window, casting playful shadows across the flour-dusted countertop. You stood there, and besides you ness, apron tied snugly around your waists.
He carefully put the ingredients needed on the countertop and fetched the necessary kitchen tools . "Alright, we have everything ready, we can start now sweetheart ♡” Ness’s sweet voice and dimpled smile broke through the quiet atmosphere.
at ness's announcement you pressed the play button on your phone that started a relaxing melody. You rolled up your sleeves, and together you began measuring ingredients, flour flying, and playful banters. As you poured and stirred, he leaned in closer than necessary, your shoulders brushing.
"It hasnt even been long and i already made a mess.." you said defeatedly, apron full of flour and chocolate stains.
“but youre my mess.” he replied, his gaze softening as he caught your eye. You could feel your cheeks heat up, but you just shrugged it off with a smile. "I swear youre such a tease."
Before long, the oven was preheating and the dough was chilling. “Okay, next step — the bake,” you said, wiping your hands on your apron, feeling quite smug.
He looked at you with a sad puppy-dog expression. “i hope i wont be the cause that messed up the cookies... like the last time.. "
You couldn’t help but feel pity for him, remembering the charred remnants of what was supposed to be a masterful treat. “Hey, that just shows how dedicated you are to your art,” you teased, nudging him playfully. "And i still ate them, didnt i?"
As the sweet aroma began to fill the kitchen, you felt a warmth in your chest that had nothing to do with the oven. It was the way he wanted to be the perfect boyfriend for you, the way he didnt want to dissapoint you again. it was honestly admirable.
“Just wait until they come out of the oven. They’re going to be amazing just wait till you see!” you said, stealing a quick glance at him, trying to hype him up from his wet-cat mood.
“Not as amazing as you.."  he muttered quietly, but you fortunately catched it and you noticed the hint of a blush creeping up his cheeks.
“Okay, flattery will get you everywhere,” you grinned, finally pulling the oven tray that contains now fresh and delicious looking cookies. you didnt miss the chance to shove a hot one to him.
"See? They look appetizing. And i bet theyre tasty too —" You tried one, forgeting it hasnt been even 5 minutes theyre out from the oven. yeah you got burned and got a panicked ness worrying.
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alexisn3ss memories with my favourite person 😊💗
anriiiii looks delicious 😮 mind if i get a taste? 🎀 ➜ynthediva yess!! Of course!!! ➜alexisn3ss no go make your own 😊
charliesthebaddie NOOOO who wants to make heart shaped cookies w me 😔😔😔 ➜shidoxox dw i gotchu bro ➜charliesthebaddie bro... 😢
redprincessa i smell wife material 👃 ➜slurisagi from who tho ➜redprincessa alex ➜alexisn3ss call me that again and your acls r gone ➜redprincessa YOU DID NTO ➜ynthediva what do i even say to this 😭 ate or be nice 💔 ➜redprincessa so now ur doubting wether to back me up or not 😒 i thought we had sum smh ➜ynthediva NO PLS I STILL NEED TO KNOW YOUR HAIR CARE ROUTINE
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dannydoesthisthing27 · 2 months ago
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Guy has dimples, and when he's close enough and smiles, Honey pokes his cheeks
Honey has stretchmarks and Guy traces them when they lay together
Guy wears beanies more often than other hats. His favorite is a green and teal knit one that Honey made when they first moved in together, and Honey was learning how to knit
Honey wears baggy hoodies primarily. Their favorite is one Guy bought them that has the looney toons logo and characters on it
Guy had a cat when he, Honey, and Kayla(?) Moved in together. According to Guy the cat typically takes months to get comfortable with people. It layed on the arm rest of the couch next to Honey the first day they moved in (the cat never got within six feet of Kayla)
Honey (after they and Guy got their own place) adopted a pair of milk frogs. Now there's an enclosure in the dining room area (next to the window) (all the animals are spoiled)
Guy leaves sticky notes everywhere as reminders to himself or as treats for Honey (sweet messages/jokes)
Honey puts leaves pieces of paper with sketches on them around their place. Some days, there's a theme that's obvious. Other times, it's a guessing game. Honey will leave one and wait for a while before checking to see what Guy wrote at the bottom of the page as a first guess. After that, they'll leave a new sketch in a different spot with either a hint towards the answer if he was way off or confirmation that he's going in the right direction until he figures it out or gives up
Guy says he doesn't have a favorite genre of music, but his favorite style of music is stuff like Will Wood, Fish in a Birdcage, Lemon Demon, McCafferty, The Front Bottoms (he's also a sucker for anything older. 70s, 80s, and 90s) (Fleetwood Mac, B-52s, earth wind & fire, etc..)
Honey really means it when they say they dont have a favorite genre. They have a preference towards the same music as Guy but with a broader list of artists and songs. They also listen to a lot of rap, metal, rock, and punk music
Guy has an impressive shoe collection, but his favorites are his doc martins
Honeys' favorite pair of shoes are their converse all stars (in navy blue) (they also have 2 inch platform leather boots)
Guy knows how to roller skate and also has heelies he'll wear sometimes
Honey knows how to skateboard, but they use a longboard more than their actual skateboard
Guy doesn't like writing poetry. He prefers short form stories, mostly because the formating of poetry isn't a style he's comfortable with
Honey doesn't like regular canvas for painting. They prefer things with different textures and trying different mediums to see what looks best (they like colored pencil on rough paper and paint on wood)
Guy likes golden/colored jewlery
Honey likes silver/ cool tone chrome jewlery
Guy has a blåhaj and several other shark plushies that he keeps on the bed
Honey also has several shark and frog plushies, but they're stored on the beanbag in the living room
Guy likes making food in the oven (pork chops in a cast iron skillet is his favorite)
Honey likes using the stove (hand made mashed potatoes and greenbeans with bacon and caramelized onions cooked into them)
Guys favorite cuddling position is laying down facing each other with his arms around Honeys waist and their arms around his shoulders
Honeys favorite that they'll admit to is Guy resting on their chest with their arms around him and their face in his hair (their real favorite is them as the little spoon with him pressing his face into their back, and his arms squeezing them)
Guy has acne scars and a skincare routine he does at night (I dont know enough about skincare to make specific headcanons :/)
Honey has scars from picking at pimples (not acne though if that makes sense) but they don't care enough to do much more than wash their face occasionally with whatever basic face wash Guy has around
Guy makes Honey sit with him at least once a month and do the full routine. He makes them sit down and sits on their lap so he can apply all the product himself. He gives them a flower print headband to push their hair back and claims their lap is the only place he could sit because it gives him the best angle, and thats definitely the only reason
Honey begrudgingly accepts the treatment but allows themselves the contentment of being with him while he pampers them (they love how rough his hands are while still being gentle with them)
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jazzy-flowerr · 5 months ago
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Werewolf Goob once again [featuring my AngryHugs propaganda >:D]
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Also these are my first drawings since I switched from using Chrome Canvas to Sketchbook!
Yeahh Canvas ain't gonna work for me anymore so I decided now's the time to try something new.
I'm still figuring Sketchbook out but I think I've got the hang of it :)
But yeah that's also why this comic might look a tad bit rushed/unpolished, I was still figuring out how Sketchbook worked and also I just wanted to get this done as soon as possible :/
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gawdlysims · 1 year ago
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Bratty Chrome Hearts Set
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Female
Teen - Adult
Shorts - (12 Swatch)
Tee (12 Swatches)
Credits:
Original Mesh
Sims4Studio
Blender 3.3
Additional Credit
Hair -  Brandysims
Canvas Paintings - TBZSims
Poses- Afrosimtric
Jewlery & Nails - Necromancer
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Don't take ownership of anything that I create.
Only include my things in your download if it is already free; otherwise, do not feel the need to link back to me unless it's just a nice shoutout because you like my creations and would like to bring awareness! AGAIN, this is only if my creations are already free. If it is still under Early Access, then please link back to me for people to download.
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clipitcutout · 5 months ago
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hi! could i ask for stuff like the images in this post, but no glitch effect?
Hi
I do have a few more posts ....i should tag them better, but here is a link to non glitch Microsoft nostalgia goodness.
I'll add the links as I go and maybe pin this post too as its a popular request! But I do post a lot.
Not exactly ms paint but old web y2k nostalgia pngs
Some ms paint overlay quick pngs I made using some different backgrounds
Ok last edit to add/link
I should organise all my posts better, if anyone has any ideas on this feel free to comment! Thanks for the question!
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daily-shrimpy · 2 months ago
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day 121 the other things i drew on chome canvas
shrimpo and those boys he likes to kiss /silly
rant blehhh
i mostly just did lines bc its rlly annoying to use custom colors on chome canvas,, after u exit they dont save,, mspaint has kinda the same problem but w chrome canvas its just rlly annoying to use only the default palette lmao (they have mostly rlly desaturated colors and they dont have orange at all, or pink and maybe purple idk i forgot maybe they did have ourple..) but to save space i did mostly use the same 4 (?) custom colors in combination w the default ones (like the red for the tailfin is a defaule red, and finns blue is a default color) but the brown is a custom brown bc the only brown they had was like reallllllyyyy desaturated, its actually the one i used on that head in the center if u compare it to the one on the other colored shrimpo (or cosmo bc i used the same brown) its basically grey
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