#She's such a curious bean

[sillymuses]

@rayheroism

"Is your body like magnetic or something? How is it...?" She's so curious about this one. I mean, how could she not be? An intrigued poke is given. "You feel very real."

[buttercupshands]

(Forgot to post again)

A birthday present for a friend :)

[sincerely-sofie]

A mix of some comedic and wholesome old journal comics about daily life, creativity, and psychosis

(More below the cut!)

This last one is 3 pages:

[candycryptids]

Sometimes you just gotta. Shut somebody up because he’s been doing nothing but spouting nonsense that’s been getting under your fur all day!!!!

And it made Sadu laugh so hard her stomach kinda hurts… so…

This isn’t canon to anything I just thought it would be funny to suplex Magnai (I was right btw) [Also, Tangy the Hrothgar uses She/Her pronouns mwah mwah thank you 💖] *oh also shader is Arkana Summer with the intense reflections (I think that’s what it’s called) ticked on in gpose settings*

[simm-mouse]

Just unloading some art for the end of this year

Some preteens, mainly one of them. I'm changing when Lilibet gets a lazy eye, and glasses. It'll be way earlier. She and Violet are supposed to be 13 in this doodle, but she's still small. Also scene kid Violet hello!!👋🙂

I'll post some art tomorrow of some fanart. Except I'm not drawing Sims, I'm drawing Urbz😎

[bunibelles]

Went to this coffee shop for the first time and they have the cutest cat <3

[empresskadia]

Okie, I gotta share this because I've been having Naomi brain riot but the song 'My Love Mine All Mine' by Mitski just reminds me of Naomi and her partner, like this is how I imagine her thoughts being when she's with her significant other. Like them stargazing when they first get together and Naomi realizes that she's slowly understand the meaning of falling in love and for the first time in her life, she's made a choice for herself to love her partner.

And whenever she gets a message from her partner while on Kilo-Five missions, Naomi visibly softens and has a small smile tugging on the corner of her lips.

I'm screaming-

[dancinbandit]

It's BEAN O' CLOCK!

[naomiknight-17]

Every time Leon gets near Jill, he hisses and skulks away, but when I put her back in the hallway and closed the door, he pawed at the door and cried

Leon. Do you hate the kitten or not

[x22817]

I'm feeling great with the med change, and Bean wanted to do something, so we worked on rally + obedience stuff for like 10 whole minutes this afternoon! I am a horrible dog mom and don't hardcore train for longer than 5ish minutes. In my defense, I haven't been able to spin or look down without passing out in a while...

We got super into it! It was so much fun! I felt like we were one of those fancy dancy handlers you see on the interwebs!

Herz heel (on both sides) was so on point that my hand was touching her head or ear the entire time. Every time we stopped, she deliberately put her paw on my foot. I haven't asked her to do that in forever, so she got double treats and extra praise for surprising me!

I can't believe I have enough energy to do stuff like this now!!! We are totally getting into a routine of longer walks and doing some form of training for longer than 5 minutes at a time.

[yuriyuruandyuraart]

i hope yer happy with yourself YURI CAUSE CROSS HERE MUSTVE HAD HER SPEAR AND STABBED MY HEART AND THEN PULLED IT OUT TO KEEP IN HER TROPHY ROOM OF HEARTS SHE HAD STOLEN /LHJ

overall, tiddies rating 10/10

DAMN ten outta ten??? she wouldn't know what to do with all this flattery dude cmoon HHGFSHGF fr fr waaa thank youuuu >:'D <333333

[novelist-becca]

There’s something so endearing about the way Bingo is fascinated with the walking leaf that tugs on my heartstrings 🥺

[monotonous-minutia]

From my Facebook three years ago:

I like to sit atop the door

far up off the busy floor

I like the view from way up here

I am a loaf, I have no fear.

I perch relaxed, I feel serene.

I own this realm. I am the Queen.

No sign upon my face will show

How to get down I do not know.

[vixlenxe]

@ever-winter Wanted a starter & Childe being handed their boss’s daughter

“You won’t share you antics in Inazuma, Lord Tartaglia? I heard of your recent departure to the islands, but have no details. I’m quite curious.”

The Tsarenva looked to the eleventh harbinger with a tiny sense of wonder in her artic blue eyes, ever the curious one to things that lie outside of Snezhnaya, & having heard of the man’s recent trip to the far away foreign islands sparked her interest ever so dearly.

[lightseoul]

a/n. second time writing from bkg's perspective. this was so fun! (1.1k)

the moment that cemented bakugou’s resolve to marry you wasn’t exactly grand.

it wasn’t your first kiss.

or the first time you made love to each other.

not even the first time you met his nerd-ass friends or his (slightly) overbearing parents. although those two come as close runner-ups.

no, it was rather a random saturday morning after you spent a night at his place, now clad in what he thinks is nothing but your intimates and a burnt orange t-shirt of his that drapes loosely over your frame.

and as he enters the kitchen and closes the distance between the two of you with a few strides, he can’t help but wonder what you’re doing—deeply focused on your laptop—when you’re probably the one who’s extra pedantic about not bringing work home.

“morning,” he grunts, leaning down to kiss your cheek, which you happily accept. although, to his chagrin, your eyes remain on your computer screen, not even sparing him a single glance.

he knows it’s fucking embarrassing, how strongly you elicit feelings within him without you even fucking trying, but he can’t stop the frown that takes over his face even if he attempted to fight it.

shaking off the irrational disappointment from not even being ignored, he rounds the kitchen island and starts brewing the two of you coffee.

“by the way,” he starts, glancing at you over his shoulder, “the old hag’s birthday is coming up. she wants to have dinner with just the four of us, or some shit.”

“i know,” you simply pipe up from where you’re seated on one of his fancy bar stools, gaze still glued on whatever the fuck it is that’s keeping your attention from him.

he turns to you, a manual coffee grinder in tow. “you do?”

at that, you finally look up at him, an innocent expression etched across your features. “you don’t remember? i asked you when your parents’ birthdays were way back in march.”

way back in march.

back when you unanimously decided to decisively end the dating phase and become boyfriend-girlfriend.

“yeah?” is the only thing he manages to get out.

you let out a soft laugh that’s nothing but music to his ears. “yeah, dummy.”

before you can get to see the red that’s most definitely creeping up to his cheeks, bakugou turns his back against you, returning to busying himself with crushing the beans into fine powder and pouring lukewarm water into the machine.

only a few months before reaching a full year together, and you still manage to make him fucking blush.

over the most mundane things, too.

when he first got into his very first relationship with you at the ripe age of 28, he thought he’d outgrown and was way past the embarrassing shit that the human body was capable of when dealing with anything remotely close to romance.

it didn’t take him long enough into your relationship to find out he was so, so wrong.

sighing, he pours out the cup of ground beans onto the filter, finally pressing the button and bringing the coffee maker to life.

you must be done with what’s highly likely is work by now.

but chancing a glance at you, he’s once again met with palpable disappointment when the very same sight greets him.

before he can rein them in, the words come tumbling out of his lips.

“the fuck is so important on that laptop?”

his booming voice must’ve caught you off guard, because you startle ever so minutely in your seat.

“sorry,” he quickly adds on, albeit through a mutter; frustration with himself and his inability to modulate his voice added to the increasingly long list of emotions he’s having to fucking deal with right now.

waving him off, you shoot him another one of that disarming smile of yours. “‘s funny that you ask. i was just about to ask you for your opinion.”

with that, you gesture him to come close with your fingers. curious, he once again rounds the island, ultimately occupying the spot to your right and leaning down to peer at the small text on your screen.

before he can even get a word in, you hurriedly explain yourself. “mitsuki-san mentioned her personal sewing machine broke, so i’ve been thinking about getting her a new one.”

you point to a sleek, off-white model among what looks to be a vast array of selections, “i researched the specs and i think this one’s the best. what do you think?”

a million things course through his mind in an instant, but what he ends up sputtering out is: “you’re such a fucking nerd, you know that?”

at that, you look up at him, your seemingly perpetually moisturized lips now formed into a playful pout, and it takes everything in him not to just pull you in for a kiss and completely abandon the conversation in its entirety.

but he’d like to think he at least has the slightest bit of self-control.

even if you do wear him the fuck out on a daily basis.

“i just want to make sure it’s perfect!” you argue, shifting to stare at your laptop again and bringing him back to the present. your voice is way smaller when you continue. “…i want her to like me.”

he doesn’t even miss a beat. “she already fucking does, dumbass.”

and she really does.

the morning after bakugou first brought you to meet his parents a whopping two months into calling it official, mitsuki texted him something along the lines of having the family heirloom slash ring already adjusted to fit your finger.

he immediately called the old hag after receiving the message just to reprimand her ear off for being too fucking forward and for meddling too much.

but, if he were to be completely honest with himself, he was angry not because mitsuki was imposing, but because he couldn’t believe his mother beat him to that important realization.

the realization that maybe, just maybe, you’re the one.

and now, as he studies you as you scroll through more and more iterations of the best sewing machines on the market with your eyebrows adorably furrowed in utmost concentration, it dawns on him.

it dawns on him that that maybe just turned into a definitely.

tagging. @bunnysaursushii @yawnzzzzzzzz @cholios @kashee-h @iluv-ace @lotuslovers @elarakive @sugurusmoon

˖⁺‧₊ this one made me smile like an idiot while writing lmao. as always, reblogs, replies, and tags are appreciated <3 have a nice day!

[simm-mouse]

Here's a morning doodle of Violet, after I woke up feeling like total crap