#Like the first one I think looks better with the colours

[musicfeedsmysoul12]

dead on main -Magical ceremony bullshit (danny is trans bc i will die on this hill)

“Wait, wait-” Danny held up his hands. Clockwork smirked at his student, obviously enjoying the shit show so far. “To stabilize Dani, I have to find my soulmate so she can absorb both their and my DNA? And she will become a baby?”

“Indeed,” Clockwork said.

“This seems like the set up for a weird fanfiction author who loves baby fics,” Danny said, squinting his eyes at Clockwork who just smirked wider. Danny sighed deeply. “Alright fine. How do I find my soulmate?”

“A spell,” Clockwork said. “Here, let us begin.”

-

Jason did not think he'd wake up with agowing green mark on his chest. One that matched the Pits perfectly.

He did not like it either.

“What the fuck is this?” he shouted, staring at the mark in disgust.

If this was more Pit shit (probably was given the colour) he was going to loose it.

Jason spent about two hours trying to wash the mark off with various things he had in the house, his first aid kit and sadly used concoctions he found while Googling how to remove stains from skin.

Nothing. With a growl, Jason pulled on a shirt. He would have to go to the Cave, wouldn't he? Fucking hell he didn't want to. He might have a better relationship with the Bat Clan after Bruce helped fund a group who wanted to have Joker tried out of state (which resulted in the man’s death as there wasn't a corrupt judge wanting to take advantage of his chaos) but he still didn't like them. At all.

Stomping into the cave, he glared at the others who looked shocked he was there. “I need help from a magic user,” he said bluntly.

“What’s going on?” Bruce asked, all business in a second after his shock. Jason simply pulled the neck of his shirt down to reveal the mark.

It didn't take long for the clan to be kicked into high gear, Tim running to the Batcomputer while Bruce zoomed in like a mother hen to hover around his second eldest son who rolled his eyes.

It also luckily didn't take long for a magic user to come down. Apparently, Tim had blackmail on Constantine that everyone was surprised by.

Jason wasn't too much. The baby stalker was like that.

Hopefully, they could figure this out and get it over with.

[astral-corner]

I was not expecting this post to get as much attention as it has, so I figured I'd offer some explanations of design choices and the alternate versions that exist for two of the posters.

Putting those under the cut, because oh boy do I have things to say.

I'm just gonna go in episode order for ease of writing.

AvA 1:

So, for this, I figured, while I'm not generally a fan of minimalism, it fit the simper beginnings of the series. Compared to later episodes, it's confined completely to one window, which makes it feel relatively small.

The minimalist design also puts more focus on the conflict between Victim and the cursor, partially influenced by the episode itself, and partially by Victim's own focus on it in The Box, which was the most recent episode as of creating the poster.

The placement of Victim and the cursor was also meant to invoke the power dynamic between them, with the cursor looming over Victim.

The font choice was also picked because of it's handwritten, more cartoony feel. It was meant to help invoke the animation style of the first episode.

This was a variant of the design that was made, which was quickly vetoed. The only difference is the line between the body of the cursor and the stem, with the idea of making the cursor feel made of simple shapes to add to the minimalism aesthetic. It just doesn't feel right, and reads clearer without it though.

Another variant idea that I don't think got a sketch, or at least not one that was kept, was an idea for the cursor to be rising from the bottom and for Victim to be impaled on it actually. That got tossed out for the power dynamic imagery, and also for readability's sake. I didn't think the overlapping lines would be as clear/distinct.

AvA 2:

This one feels like the least thought out one to me, but I think that's because it was so easy to make and there wasn't really any other design beyond trying to pick the right size for the cursor. Most of my thought process was really "hey, what if Chosen is outside of a window? That'd be cool."

It was mostly designed the way it was to show how Chosen was able to fight back, and show off his fire, which is probably his most well known power.

I don't really remember the reason behind the font choice on this one. I do know that around the time it was designed, the numbering change for the series was still a pretty recent thing. I'd been debating whether to do the number or the numeral, but when writing out the numeral in this font made it look like a pause button, I just had to keep it. While not relevant to that episode, the subtle nod to future episodes felt too good not to.

This is the smaller cursor variant of the poster, and honestly? That cursor fought me. It did not want to be made. This was made for a closer to accurate size cursor, even if it was facing the wrong way, and also just to make the fact that it was a cursor clearer. Wasn't really sure which felt better, so I showed it to some friends, and we ended up agreeing that the larger cursor peaking into the frame better helped make it feel more threatening.

While I don't remember if I intended it while initially creating the poster, I do think the larger design really does help sell the cursor as a bigger threat/enemy, like how it is in the first episode's poster.

AvA 3:

Funnily enough, this was actually the first poster I designed. It, and the whole idea of making posters for episodes, was inspired by talking with a friend about Chosen and Dark, and thinking it would be cool if they were in a superhero movie poster. I could remember seeing posters where there were two characters facing off against each other (a la Batman v Superman, or Captain America: Civil War), and thought that would fit the pair of them perfectly.

Other than the background, there's not really a lot of symbolism really put into this. The two were put on each other's colours both to make them pop more, and to help symbolize their attachment with one another, but making it a gradient would make them blend. Luckily, my favourite detail saved the day.

In the center of the poster, the line breaking the background colours, the shape of the fire, and the posing of Chosen and Dark all create a cursor. It was decided pretty early on that I wanted the pair of them to create a cursor shape when facing each other. It's presence being implied rather than outright drawn like in the first two posters was meant to create a sense of it haunting the narrative, and it being created between the two of them was meant to show how it was the reason they were fighting.

The font decision for this was from me looking for one that felt angular to represent their conflict even further.

So, the only difference in this poster is the title present on it. Pretty obviously emblazoned in the middle we've got The Flashback instead of AvA 3. See, the original poster design idea was created without an exact episode in mind, and was meant more to be a representation of the conflict between Chosen and Dark. I really wanted to tie it to an episode though, and at the time, The Flashback was the one that kept appearing in my mind, because it really tied into this idea of division between the two, and how even when not there, Alan's actions were still haunting them.

The fire was initially added to the poster due to the choice for The Flashback, representing the destruction they spread. When the episode was changed, I saw no reason to remove it. Both because of it helped with establishing the cursor silhouette, and the fact that they both use plenty of fire in every episode they've appeared in. Now that AvA 11 is out though, that fire being tied to their destruction would've really hit different, I think.

AvA 4:

Funnily enough, the idea for this poster was the second one out of this group, but it was the last to be created. There's no alternate version of this one beyond some thumbnail sketches I'll reference as I go through this. One thing that I did want to put in the final poster, but that didn't make in, was a nice bloom or overexposed effect on ROYGB. Unfortunately, doing so would've covered up the number behind them due to how things were layered, and readability was the more important deciding factor on whether to get rid of it.

The design vision for this one was pretty strong from the beginning. I wanted the crew to be holding hands and in a white background with that bloom/overexposed effect I couldn't end up adding to help invoke posters for things that were slice of life, and more happy and hopeful. It was also intended to help give it a bit of a dreamlike feel.

Orange having a shadow to represent Chosen was also pretty cemented in that initial idea because of the flash of him we see when they got angry in the episode and also due to their name. None of the others have shadows, and in the current version, that's both due to a spotlight effect helping create the visual of a cursor - I wanted it in there somewhere given it's importance to the series, and to the crew - and as a representation of Orange's differences to their friends.

The shadow also has another fun bonus in how it fades. That fade wasn't in the original plans, but after seeing people point out the parallels one can draw between Orange and Victim, I felt some hint of homage had to be made. Thus, the shadow fades from Chosen's black, to Victim's grey. More of the shadow is black due to that being the direct comparison drawn by the series itself. Funnily enough, I remember thinking while working to get the fade to look right, that the grey mostly being on the head really fits how Victim has this vibe of being the one who uses their head more than Chosen.

To try and get that Chosen/Victim idea across, an unused idea actually had the concept for Dark and Mitsi's hands to be visible reaching out of the edges of the spotlight to hold the center stick's hands in a mirror of how Orange is with their friends. That would've had the crew shuffled so Red could hold one hand and Green could hold the other, with Dark mirroring Red. The fade on the shadow being angled while not due to the idea, did end up influencing the final angle, to try and have there be a "Chosen hand" and a "Victim hand." The angle was actually to make it distinctly different from the white-light grey fade happening in the bottom corners to try and subtly hint this one wasn't just something done for lighting.

Oh yeah, the order the crew are holding hands in wasn't entirely arbitrary. I knew I wanted Green to be one of the ones holding Orange's hand, given the fact that they're meant to be closer friends than Orange is to any of the rest of the crew. That left the others. While colour order as best I could with Orange out of place was an option, I thought it'd be more fun to put a little nod to the Yellue ship since it's the most common ship I've seen of ships that include just members of the crew.

The font chosen for this poster was going to be another handwritten font, but when I went to go get a reference image from the episode itself at one point, I realized it had the title written in the episode itself. The IV for the episode number had to be done with a pixel brush myself though, because my program had a limit on how big it would make the font. Funnily enough, the numeral was written with Vic's grey, but I ended up lowering the opacity to tone down the colour a bit due to it not sitting against Yellow super nicely. (I don't remember exactly, but I believe I also made the "Alan Becker Presents" text Vic's grey too.

Also yes, I know you should be able to see the numeral through Orange's head. I went back and forth on it for a while, but the corners met just inside their head and made this unbalanced checkerboard pattern I couldn't stand. So no grey gets to be visible in their head.

Got hit with the overwhelming desire to design posters for some of the episodes a while back, and drew up the first three, only to forget about it until recently. I had the idea for AvA 4's back then, so figured I'd finish that to match before posting 💙

I've also got an idea for a Note Block Universe poster, but that one's fighting me. One day though. One day. Maybe.

[hoshiina]

pairing: hoshina soushirou x gn!reader

summary: how you met hoshina at an art gallery, the art piece mentioned is The Tiff by Florence Carlyle, link to a better pic of it I took myself (I think)

notes: you're a little bold, you're a fate believer

“Darling,” Hoshina said and you immediately snapped out of your daze. “Darling, are you listening?”

“Sorry,” you replied truthfully.

“What's on your mind?” he asked, sulking a little. It was fair, considering this was your first date in a while. Ever since you got engaged, dates had become far less frequent— there was a lot to still plan out with your wedding coming up.

That made you laugh. You pointed to the advertisement on the billboard for the art gallery. “Remember?”

It wasn't like you’d always had a great interest in paintings, nor was it like you were an art gallery enthusiast, but there was one painting particular painting you had always gone back to see.

You had found it by chance one day, while you were at the gallery for a project you had. It was of a pretty lady from seemingly a well-off family sulking after a small quarrel with the man behind her— perhaps her lover. Painted in a time period where it was only natural to show and paint formality, especially in women, it showed a private more real depiction of a woman in her home.

The colours used and the pure scale of the painting absolutely took your breath away. The slight sulk on her face that seemingly unmatched her beautiful dress that took up the canvas was nothing short of stunning. You could not put a finger on just what it was that caught your eye, but it calmed you so much during a stressful week at school. Before you knew it, you found yourself going back to it whenever things were rough. It was sure to better your day.

That’s what you were doing yet again that day. Going to see that one painting. You had been going to see it rather often lately, but you couldn’t help it. Finals week was soon and things were busy at work too. It was the only thing that would calm you down.

“Excuse me,” you heard someone’s voice. You turned around just to take a look, but to your surprise he was talking to you. It was a young man, perhaps around your age. He had a long coat with a pretty sweater underneath. He was gorgeous, quite frankly. Quickly, you took your earbuds out.

“Oh, hello,” you said.

“Sorry to bother,” he said. “Is this one of your favourites? I feel as though I've seen you a few times here. I apologize if I'm mistaken.”

“It actually is,” you said. “I think that might have been me as well. I find myself coming here whenever I'm having a rough week.”

He smiled. “That sounds nice,” he said. “Sorry, I must sound terribly strange— this is one of my favourites as well. You're here quite often whenever I come to take a look. I thought I'd… say hello.”

Suddenly he seemed rather flustered.

“Oh, not at all. I'm glad you said hi,” you said. “It’s unfortunately not the most popular painting in the gallery, not many people stop by for that long here.”

He seemed vaguely relieved. Or perhaps that was in your head.

“Are there others you like?” he asked.

“Um,” you said. “A few here and there… but I usually come here just to see this one, embarrassingly… However, if you have any you're fond of, I'd love to see. If you don't mind, that is.”

“I’d love to,” he said.

And that was all it took for the two of you to spend the rest of the day together, just walking through the art gallery— stopping wherever necessary. While you actually preferred to go to the gallery alone because you felt more comfortable stopping and taking your time, the pieces you enjoyed overlapped quite a bit and you felt at ease going around and taking your time with him.

“Sorry, I hope I wasn't taking up your time,” he said after you had gone through the gallery, looking at his favourite pieces. There weren't a great abundance of them, but you could immediately tell why he liked them— they all made you want to stay longer to take a better look.

“Not at all,” you said. “I haven't felt so nice in ages.”

He smiled softly. “I'm glad to hear,” he said.

Your eyes met his, and you averted your eyes by reflex. He was so pretty, you were sure you could feel your face heating up. You hoped he couldn't tell.

“You're quite adorable, do you know?” he said, naturally.

Immediately, you turned to look back at him, and he couldn't help but laugh. “See,” he said. “You look so flustered.”

“You're teasing me!” you said.

“Sorry, sorry,” he said, after a small chuckle. “I couldn’t help it.”

His eyes widened slightly and your eyes met for another moment too long— but to you, that moment felt like an eternity. The world around you blurred, the other people lost form, and the colourful pieces you were surrounded by were all just a jumble of colours. It was just you and him. And perhaps the pounding of your heart.

The next words that left your mouth were nothing but bold, but it was your heart speaking, not your head.

“Can I… ask for your number?” you asked, averting your eyes, very bashfully.

That caught him off guard. Less the fact that you’d be exchanging numbers, because he had already planned to ask you, but rather the fact that you asked him first.

“I was just going to ask. I apologize I made you ask,” he said. Then a moment. “Is this safe to say you don’t have a partner?”

Your heartbeat quickened. “No, I do not,” you said. “You?”

“No, as well. If we come here again, can I assume that’ll be a date?”

Your eyes widened. “I’d love that,” you said softly. “Rather… could this be a date?”

His cheeks were faintly red and it took a moment before he chuckled. “I didn’t expect you to be so bold,” he said. He held out his hand, waiting for you to take hold of it, and so you did.

That was all it took for so many more dates to follow. By the third date, he had asked you to be his partner, and to his delight your reply was immediate. For quite a few dates after that one, you just met up at this art gallery to do the same thing, and after the two of you felt like you’ve checked everything in the gallery, the dates finally shifted a little. Sometimes it was a brunch at a cute cafe, or a horror movie a little too late at night, or even a study date.

It didn’t take long before you found out Hoshina was from a renowned family of swordsmen, and his goal was to join the defense force. He’ll tell you now, thinking back fondly, that in reality he was really nervous telling you about it. He didn’t know if he could take it if you had told him he couldn’t do it. Yet, naturally, you seemed so excited for him. He’ll tell you now just how much it meant to him that you didn’t doubt him for a second. That was when he knew for sure that he loved you.

Hoshina laughed. “Remember? Really?” he asked, giving you a playful jab. You laughed.

“We haven’t been in a while,” you said.

“We really haven’t. Should we go today?” he asked.

“That’d be really nice actually,” you said, and he nodded happily.

For a few seconds neither of you said anything.

“You know what scares me a lot?” Hoshina started to say, all serious. That caught your attention. He wasn’t one to get so serious often, let alone speak about his fears. You didn’t know he had fears for starters.

“What?” you questioned.

“I think about what would’ve happened if I didn’t bump into you at the gallery the few times I went. We were at the same painting, at the same time, multiple times. Anything could have gone wrong,” he said. “And then what if I hadn’t said ‘hello’? What then?”

His eyes went to his ring on his finger for a moment— only a moment— but you would never miss it. “Would none of this have happened?”

To his surprise you laughed. “No, because we’re meant to be,” you said.

His eyes widened. He knew you weren’t cracking a joke, you were laughing because to you, this was a silly question. You were dead serious.

“Think about it,” you said. “The sheer probability that we were at the same place at the same time all those times must mean something if it happened. I think that the fact that we’re going back with rings on our fingers after all these years means it was meant to be. Not the other way around.”

He couldn’t help but smile. This wasn’t out of the ordinary— he’d overthink something and you’d come and blow his worries away.

“I suppose I was meant to be yours then,” he said, oh so naturally. Then, a chuckle. “Darling, you look starstruck.”

“I am,” you said. “I was most definitely meant to be yours.”

You pulled on his sleeve and he didn’t waste a second. His lips were on yours and it hurt you how ridiculously happy he looked.

“Love you,” you said.

“Love you, more,” he said.

A few months later, the two of you were to have your wedding at the exact gallery, where everything started.

[obsessingonthevalley]

The Story and The Engine - no no cause why it ate tho

4 bangers back to back. Piss off, Russell, did you hear me last year. Cheeky sod. Actually, such a brilliant episode, the only issues I have are that I'm a bit slow so I don't get some of it.

Sorry, I was late. By the way, A-levels are actually way scarier than I thought. Just came out of my first exam. Guys. ah hah. Excited for tomorrow's episode, you will get a post immediately, trust.

I love these two. Can we start there? Of course, we can. I'm writing this. They are so pookie core. If this were still the kind of blog where I spoke about my personal life, I could talk about these two for hours! But I don't, so I won't.

They're dynamic this episode was built so effortlessly, I shed the tear the doctor didn't. Belinda backstory was so not expected that it genuinely hit me, she's so mundane its elegant, she is legitimately just a woman and it's so real and I don't think we've really had that done this well ever other than Bill Potts and Rose, both children, or young adults, my b.

Loved how Belinda wasn't ignored, I had that worry but when she joined everyone else, and played an active role that didn't feel forced, my heart melted. It was pure magic. I also enjoyed the barbershop as a set so much.

As said, the backdrop is a barbershop because the writer, Inua Ellams, recognised it as a place that people go to feel comfortable and have a sense of community, especially as a person of colour. A haven for the doctor, incredible, accurate. I definitely felt a connection to my hairdressers as a kid, it was one of the only places you could go and feel connected to others, yeah, I could go to Rush, or that gora on the corner, but I don't know where his clippers have been. Yeah, my girl wasn't the best at her job always, but I always felt welcome, I knew about her life and goals, and family, she knew mine. You don't get that at a SuperCuts. Doubled down upon by the fact that afro-textured hair is something that isn't taught in hairdressing courses, so is inherently cultural, obviously this is Lagos, but this is a BBC show. So.

OH MY GOD. The fugitive Doctor, Jo Martin, is the love of my life. Give me 50 more guest appearances right now, I don't care. So unexpected, a little confusing why Fifteenth can remember the memories from fugitive, I'm not gonna ask though, because I like it too much. And Abena man, doctor didn't cry (thank god) I defo did tho (not actually.)

The story of the gods, but not directly pantheon related, not a pantheon episode. Yes, loved that. I know a lot of people expected it to be one. So that was lovely. The Barber as a character, incredible, saddening, and gorgeous ending. I loved how every character ended in the episode. Which is never expected in a Doctor Who episode, so glad it could happen *cough cough* Kerblam *cough cough*

Overall, loved it. Genuinely loved it. Thought some of the god stugg, nexus stuff, and the baby was confusing, choosing to ignore it, though. So guess we'll never know what that was about.

I really can't believe every episode gets better and better. I have a sneaky suspicion that the Interstellar Song Contest is going to break that streak, overinvolvement of Mrs. Flood, seemingly, a bit gimmicky and not really in a fun-looking way. We will have to see, though, of course. On my knees for VerilyBitchie to cover it if possible.

Okay, see you sooner than what happened here...

[aleky25]

Thank you for tagging me! What you’re working on looks so cute!!

Favorite Colour: Moss green.

Currently Reading: The Lord of The Rings, but I've had it on pause for like 3 months — I'm blocked jajsja. And also "Gentle and Lowly: The Heart of Christ for Sinners and Sufferers" by Dane Ortlund. A book full of God's love, although the word "sinners" intimidates me.

Last song: Sound check (Gravity) by Gorillaz. Though I like Gorillaz, this was my first time hearing that song, it was on autoplay jajsja, I love the scratching effect.

Last film: I think was Sonic 3, I usually don't watch movies by myself, but Sonic was the exception. I have plans to rewatch White Chicks with my best friend ("¿Y dónde están las rubias?" supremacy).

Last series: Doctor Who, my favorite season with the 10th Doctor, love David Tennant, a great actor and an even better person. And also Severance! I think it is my favorite series of all time.

Sweet//Salty//Savory: It's not one of the options, but I'll go with sweet and sour

Tea or coffee: Tea!

Working on: I'm focusing on learning more than on making an specific project, but I left one comic on hold.

Tagging: Only do it if you feel comfortable, but I would really like to get to know you jasjaja @er1kur @thebennyworm

Nine People I Wish I Knew Better

i've never gotten tagged in these before, it's kinda exciting :D -> and so a very special thanks to: @rose-margaritas n @robyngoesrogue

Favorite Colour: green!!! or grey, or sage

Currently Reading: Like We're Gonna Die Young (Again) by RoseGanymede95 [go read it, it's amazing >:3c]

Last Song: E.T. by Katie Perry

Last Film: i don't really watch movies that often, so i couldn't say ^óWo^ |u u |__

Last Series: last one i watched all the way through was Étoile, and i'm currently debating watching Red, White, and Royal Blue :3

Sweet//Salty//Savory: i prefer more savory things, but my drinks are sweet enough to give ya cavities hehe

Tea or Coffee?: my sociology teacher told me that if i replaced all the coffee i drank with hard drugs i'd have a serious addiction problem

Working On: ooh... so much actually.. so so much. i've got a post-canon Étoile fic i've gotten like- halfway through [featuring jayenne AND gabias] a pokemon Étoile au [bc i love pokemon] a stobotnik fic i'm struggling with, two wbk fics, a link click fic i'm stuck on, QUITE a few polychampions fics, annnd a few more in the beginning stages of fleshing ;3

Tagging [i hope it's not a bother]: @sun-shine-lolli-pops @noteofjoy @technically-human @justcallmeemily @littlepocketuniverse @zephie-zee @candy-coated-eyes @notthemonthbutmarch @starguardianniom

[unstablepuddles]

better to be lost than loved

(alt ver. + me yapping under cut)

i have VERY complex thoughts about peril and kestrel and their relationship, especially related to the dod. kestrel is actually such a complex character i love when bitches are morally grey and selfish and make bad choices and hurt people. anyways i imagine peril probably has some really confusing feelings around the fact that kestrel was forced to leave her with scarlet but then went and abused a whole bunch of other dragonets their whole childhoods BECAUSE of losing her. like. the gutwrenching combo of guilt (because its technically her fault kwstrel hated the dod) and jealousy (why did THEY get to be raised by her mom and not her, why was she stuck being a weapon for scarlet while they had a family) and then more guilt (how dare she be jealous of them, they had a terrible childhood, why would you be jealous of someone who was abused thats messed up, especially since it was your fault) and hate (kestrel abandoned her [even if she couldn’t help it], killed her brother as far as she’s aware, made her very first friends’ lives a living hell, and got her only childhood teacher and support [osprey] killed for defending kestrel from scarlet). ANYWAYS. yeah. kestrel i assume also has similarly mixed feelings but at the very least she loves peril and peril can’t even be sure of that.

also first time drawing my kestrel design!!! i based it more off of european and common kestrels than american kestrwls like ik a lot of people do. she also has the same horn and spine colours as my peril, and markings around her wingclaws /the edges of her wings (which u cant see here) that are inverted from perils explodey markings bc i wanted to have some distinct familial traits in them. she also has a bigger schnozz-horn than most of the skywings i draw bc i wanted to give her an interesting trait not based in her name or her relation to peril. also i find it rlly funny that she’s described as being rlly big and taller than scarlet when kestrels are one of the smallest birds of prey (altho i do imagine scarlet as being diminutive for a skywing, in canon she is big and kestrwls just even bigger).

alt ver w/ peril coloured that i dont like as much,,, i rlly wanted kestrel to be the main focus here + for peril to look very clearly strange and alien (bc firescales and also they never knew e/o) and i think the pure orange peril does that better here.

[tigertale]

I like the idea of an insatiable Kalim who wants a lot of kids/a large family of his own like his father. Written in 1 hour before getting discouraged, don't mind me

• F!Reader; Kalim

•〔　！ 〕Smut; breeding kink?; grammatical errors; not proofread

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“L-Lord Kalim!” She called out in a meek voice, but it proved to be a useless plea that never truly reached his ears.

His hips rolled onto hers with quite the insistence, leaving her clueless and drenched with her own sweat as her body reached new temperatures. The way his cock dragged against the crevice between her legs… Even the layers of clothes separating them from one another were fruitless before his frantic, instincts-driven action.

He wanted it, now. The delicious taste of her flesh coaxing him deeper into his lust, the one eating him inside out and flushing his skin to a light reddish colour. He wanted to taste it, to devour it. It was his one and only selfish wish, one that not even Jamil or his close relatives could try to pry away from him. Once he had tasted it, the hunger never went away, and the gravity of this sin, of such a carnal desire, never quite settled in his mind.

She was right here, preparing a new set of pillows for the night since the previous ones had already lost their volume and softness after a mere week, almost as if teasing and tempting him to delve deeper into this need constantly scratching the back of his mind as a cry for attention. He was not one to settle for less than desired. An innocent habit that had his retainer fuming with anger and made her nearly tear up under the attention. Or was it because of his restlessness? Only the Great Seven knew, and she would rather let them know than to tell anyone else about how a small part of her truly enjoyed his clueless mind as he would rough her up for hours on end.

“A-Ah please stay, I'll be quick! I swear!” A meaningless response coming from him. She knew better than to trust him when he begged for it under the guise that it would be ‘quick’. She was tempted to roll her eyes, but buried her face into the crook of her arms, hands still tightly gripping the side of his canopy bed, the moment she felt his hands discarding her skirt and grazing her flaming hot skin. All this dry humping didn't miss the chance to make her more sensible under his touch.

They were in for yet another full night of him plowing inside her with how pent up he looked. Kalim’s stamina was actually something she feared, not that she would ever admit it out, as it was not the first time he had come to her and convinced her into having sex with him. But at this point it felt like mating, and the word made her shiver with a certain distaste. His father's love for these… nightly activities were not unheard of, if anything they were out for everyone to see, because who had more than thirty children?! And Kalim seemed to have inherited this very trait that made him as insatiable.

Her knuckles turned white as his leisure strokes between her wet thighs picked in speed, rocking her body back and forth and threatening to have her fall into the bed head first, his body following suit and crushing her under his weight. He might be cute, but his usual caring nature flew out the window the moment his dick got wet, and she had taken the habit of cursing him in a long distant ephemeral voice in her mind whenever he got too carried away. She would not let herself become a simple sex toy for him to cuddle until she heaved for a single intake of air, not again!

Although such convictions were hard to keep when he clumsily pushed against her clit in an attempt to gain more friction. Damn him. Damn this amazing man and his just as amazing cock drooling joyfully between her labia as he finally decided that it was time for him to fill her. Or feel her perhaps? The only thing she could think about was no longer his devilish-like stamina coming to bully her, but how he would soon help her with the growing ache inside her lower stomach.

Kalim! Oh sweet Kalim, she wanted to call out, but her voice became void the moment it reached her lips, the sharp thrusts inside her cunt morphing her thoughts into cutesy stars dancing in her eyes. She could only beg for him to go harder against her, and when he inevitably led their bodies tumbling into the sheets — the one thing she didn't want to happen merely minutes ago — she happily writhed under his even harsher administrations.

What is it that he was calling for with that distant voice of his? A child? Children? For her to become a mother? She knew better than to agree to such things with her status, although it seemed that he knew, or at least had a rough guess, about her weakness. That with a cock inside her, she became nothing more than a toy answering all his questions with that annoyingly euphoric, and almost drunken-like, tone. He wanted a child? Sure, as long as he would continue to plow inside her! Two? Whatever, she just needed him!

She might act like she was cautious at all times, and even critical of this airhead who had learnt to cherish life so dearly after so many assassination attempts, but she was no better than him. He might be a sucker for sex, lusting whenever he heard even the slightest innuendos at a party or felt the tiniest touch against his thigh when he got dressed up by some random servants, yet she was the fool always succumbing. Would she follow Kalim if he jumped off a bridge? She didn't know, but she was certain that if he jumped in his bed, she would follow him in a heartbeat.

Face crushed in a pillow, and his hand on the back of her throat as a leverage as his other hand kept her hips up for him to thrust into, she felt the crawling heat stealing away any sensation within her legs. They felt weak, terribly so, and she was thankful that he was there to anchor her, muffled moans leaving the spit drenched fabric as a mean to thank him.

Quickly though, at least faster than she would have liked, she felt the spasms coming into waves, from her cunt all the way up to her arms. Cumming was still such a foreign feeling that left both her mind blank and body aching with a sense of loss. Where was this feeling bubbling up inside her, and why did it disappear so easily? Not even Kalim’s continuous thrusts, as he tried to tilt over the edge too, managed to make up for this. Instead, her shallow melancholia mixed with a pleasurable pain that stretched her climax.

It didn't take long for him to come, his seed warming her insides as if to comfort her. It felt like there was more than usual, and the thought of getting pregnant appeared, but only stayed for a second. It disappeared the moment he removed his cock from her hole and sent his cum tumbling outside. But it was still hard. His cock she meant. It was still hard, and the moment he took her hips, turning her around for him to face her, she knew that he was not done. He never was, one single round not enough to satiate him.

Kalim's eyes were teary and matched his heavy breaths as he guided himself back inside her with no thoughts about even letting her rest for a moment. His short snow-like coloured hair stuck to his sweaty forehead, and so did his eyelashes as they batted and brushed against his hot reddish cheeks, trying to engrave the sight of her naked self in his memory.

Fuck, she just wanted to change these damn pillows of his.

[abbysimsfun]

Sims In Bloom: Generation 2 Pt. 189 (Brindleton Bay Picks a New Mayor)

Growing up, Alexander Goth dreamed of becoming Brindleton Bay's first real mayor in decades. After high school, he got involved with No Sim Left Behind, marrying his teenage sweetheart, Lydia Kim-Lewis. Now, they had two amazing kids - son Jagger and toddler Carina. His family was the light of his life, but he'd always been drawn to activism and politics.

Once George Brindleton met his end while wintering in Sulani, Alex could finally push for an election - and for a while it looked like he might run unopposed. Brindletonians were used to joking Heather Gordon's Tuxedo cat, Mayor Whiskers, ran the town, but just before the deadline, Bay Landgraab Security director J Huntington III entered the race. Alex hadn't run a campaign since he won student council president at Deadgrass Isle High - a real mayoral contest excited him!

Hazel Nesbitt was one of his wife's oldest friends, and she eventually moved to Brindleton Bay to be closer to both Lydia and her elder sister, local vet Heather. With her experience working for Henford's Mayor Varner before her divorce, Alex enlisted Hazel to manage a clean campaign focused on meeting locals and telling them his plans for the town in detail. It was the best way he could think to counter J's populist tough-on-crime agenda.

Alex wanted to clean up every shoreline, revitalize tourism, and make Brindleton Bay the kind of place families stayed for generations. That meant jobs, recreational spaces, and total commitment.

His ambitions were high, but his perseverance was higher. Voters saw a young, enthusiastic leader, and on election day, they rewarded him with a significant victory.

Brindleton Bay's often rainy spring weather couldn't dampen his excitement as he thanked his supporters for their faith in him. He was already raring to go - not even mud puddles in the rain could stop him from making Brindleton Bay a world class town!

(The 'energetic speech' option borders on aggressive but it made me laugh. Go Mayor Alex, you won! Since Mayor isn't actually a level in the political career in-game, he's a high-level politician and I changed his first name from Alexander to Mayor Alex. Officially.)

Alex's proud mother, Bella, threw a party at home to celebrate his electoral victory. His proud big sister, Cassandra, arrived with her husband, River, and their sons, and Cass headed straight for the piano as soon as she walked into her childhood home.

The Nesbitts' two-story cottage in Henford was more garden than home, with no room for a piano. But Cassandra took lessons as a child, and with gentle music humming from the ivory-coloured keys, guests gathered happily around the grand instrument.

"Isn't this the piano Conrad possessed when Bella made him that cocktail?" wondered Heather. "It's so big! I can't believe he made this thing float!"

Bella and Dexter prepared food for the guests in the kitchen, with Bella adding her secret spice to the superfood salad for an extra kick. Conrad grinned as he spray-cleaned the kitchen sink to prep it for dirty dishes. "I don't know how you do it, Mrs. Goth. Everything you make is impeccable."

"Oh, you know me." She laughed as the salad bowl seemed to shimmer in her hands. "It's just a little touch of magic, I guess."

"Ash said he's sorry he couldn't make it to the party, but he's having a sleepover with his friends tonight."

"Don't worry about it. Ash is growing up. He'll be a teenager soon; of course he wants to spend more time with his friends!"

"He's more ready to grow up than we are. Doesn't seem that long ago he was in diapers."

"Well, we can't stop time forever. Only Reapers stay the same."

"How are things with you and Grim?"

"Never better! It's still very casual, you know. It's impossible for us to live like a normal couple, so we don't. He's reaping tonight, but he might stop by once the party's over."

The hostess had also extended an invitation to the losing candidate and his family. Alex wanted to have a good working relationship with the guys at Bay Landgraab Security; for better or worse, they were important to the town.

In another room, Alex found J obsessively consulting a future cube and interrupted. "I wanted to make sure there's no hard feelings after the vote," he said. "As mayor, I want safety and security in the bay as much as you do, and I want to work with you to ensure the best for everyone in town."

J scarcely looked up from his cube, smiling as the toy revealed a positive fortune. "No hard feelings," he insisted. "I only ran because some suits at Landgraab Corp. said I should and paid the registration fee. If I won I'd be indebted to them, but this way I can say I tried so they don't punish my guys for my non-compliance. But between you and me? I voted for you, too."

J's lookalike fourteen-year-old son, Caiden Huntington, had joined his parents, approaching Lavender as she chatted with her cousins, Michael and Sammy, in the living room. "Have you been practicing your double stops?" he asked.

Lavender grinned at the teenager who'd recently become her violin teacher. "I have been. They almost sound good now."

"It always sounds better than you think it does, Lavender."

"If you say so!" She didn't really believe him.

Of all the guests at the party, Mortimer Goth was perhaps most proud of his son's mayoral victory. He wasn't a resident of the town and couldn't vote for him, but seeing him succeed meant the world.

"Another great Goth tale to add to the family archives," he mused, wrapping the oldest of his sons in a hug. "As a kid there was a simulation game I played, and I always made the sim designed for me become the president of the world. But you might actually go out and do it. I couldn't be prouder, Alexander."

Dexter scoffed from a nearby chair. "You were into video games? But Dad, you're so old!"

"It's not like I'm a hundred years old, Dex. Karl and I both like to play video games sometimes. We've got a console at the villa in Willow Creek."

"Are you any good?"

"You'll have to come to Willow Creek to find out," he chided.

After a special week for his family in Brindleton Bay, Mayor Alex Goth was ready to get started fulfilling his promises to the town. ->

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NOTE: Caiden elected himself Lavender's violin instructor when he took one of the Huntington pets to the vet and randomly idled like this. ⬇️ I was already looking for more ways to involve him in the main fam's plotlines though he and Ash aren't friends, and this surprised me because he doesn't look like a violinist - but, for me, that's what works about it! In my head Heather offered to pay him to teach Lavender after she heard him. (Heather 'likes violin,' which is sweet, because Lavender's playing makes her happy.)

NOTE 2: For those who like townie updates and gossip and for those who don't know, Alex's wife Lydia is the younger sister of Olivia (Kim-Lewis) Watson and Heather's close friend, Spencer Pancakes. She and Alex met after the Goths' old cat had kittens; River was already dating Cassandra, so he took Hazel and her friend Lydia to adopt one. Victory moved back to Brindleton Bay with Lydia once she and Alex were married.

In the bottom right photo before the cut are the parents of Avery Harms, who's the girlfriend of Bella and Mortimer's youngest son, Dexter in the posed pic before the cut. Hayes Harms and his wife Abby started life as the randomized Henford grocer and creature keeper after I made Michael Bell and Kim Goldbloom playable. They're parents to Elliott, Avery, and Isaac. Hayes is also the biological father of former Brindleton vet tech Emi Kudo's twin sons (including young ballet dancer Charlie, who's been teased enough and makes his debut May 27th!). Charlie and his brother, Oliver, are younger than Elliott and Avery, but older than Isaac. Currently, Hayes and Abby are aware of the affair twins but know nothing else by choice; Emi has stayed out of their way ever since she first left town, and Avery and her brothers are in the dark about the whole thing.

WCIF Poses Used: Three poses used for the top two photos - Special Day by @beto-ae0, Big Family by @traveling-sims, and Siblings by Katverse.

[somegrumpynerd]

Coloured all my Killer and Cross cuddling doodles and now I'm just staring at them trying to decide if I wanna post the coloured in ones or just the outlines

[marigraphia]

They're about to be very late to some Wayne Foundation Gala

alt version under the cut, and a surprise in the reblogs ;)

[crabussy]

caved and watched the first equestria girls movie. and then the second. and then the third. and then the fouth. and th

[imerian]

Aaaaand i decided to post more of my f1 crafts here so here landoscar edition (⁠｡⁠•̀⁠ᴗ⁠-⁠)⁠✧

Onse again photo without doodles under cut and some rambling in tags

[mitamicah]

Not me brainstorming ideas for my post op tattoo (context) like I'd contact the tattoo artist tomorrow and not in a 1,5 year or more

This was where my inspiration took me today I guess :'D

[sillyabtmusic]

(240423) Beautiful Ashes - Dongmyeong

[deadallover]

Studies of how the design of my first fursona, bandit, changed over the years. Interesting to literally nobody but me.

[sysig]

Red Eyes and Evil Time, practically the same thing right (Patreon)