#This took SO long omfg

[sapphysims]

「 ✦ camryn's lookbook ✦ 」

lookbook 02

hey everyone! i had some folks in some fb groups ask for this sim's cc so i figured i might as well just make a post here! i hope you all enjoy and find some new cc pieces to get some use out of :))

glasses / cleavage overlay / tattoo (leg sleeve) / tattoo (stars) / tattoo (left arm) / tattoo (collarbone) / tattoo (above kewchie lol) / tattoo (right arm) / tattoo (face) / full body blush

everyday #1: hair / top / jeans / shoes / thong accessory / choker

everyday #2: top / skirt / shoes / tights / socks / chain accessory / thigh garter / choker

formal: hair / dress / shoes / tights are same as above!

athletic: hair / top / socks / shoes / i could not find the shorts anywhere?? but they're by casteru!

sleepwear: hair / sweater/ socks / slippers

party: choker / dress / accessory bra / tights / shoes / thigh garter is same collection as choker!

swimwear: hair / bikini

hot weather #1: choker / top / pants / shoes

hot weather #2: top / accessory fishnet top / thong accessory (in bikini set) / skirt / thigh garter (same set as choker in hw2) / shoes

cold weather: beanie / sweater / jeans / shoes

big shout out to all of the cc creators who make amazing content and allow me to make sims that i love!! tagging pretty much all of the creators i used here ♡♡♡

@trillyke @greenllamas @caio-cc @aharris00britney @helgatisha @jius-sims @imvikai @thekunstwollen @casteru @nonoqy @pralinesims @adrienpastel-blog @sentate @daylifesims

[v-exian]

some lovers for all of y’all <3

[sinister-art]

I know I just posted an art piece. But again!! Tis I: with more fanart from "Until I Reach You Again" by @alycornz and @morning-sun-brah

I present to you: Raph and his Patronus!!

(Chapter 6)

Please, go check it out!!!

Also, yes. I headcanon that all our turtles have the Hamato clan symbol on them ^-^

[cursesavior]

✉ @gohjuo said: ❛ don’t you know how sick with love i am for you? ❜

Sick - that's the word that really jumps out to Suguru at first. Because really, he must be sick if he still loves Suguru after everything that's done. His hands will never truly be clean of the blood he's shed so mercilessly, the hands that slaughtered an entire village in a single night, the hands that had stolen the lives of even his own parents - how could he still want to hold the hands that had been responsible for so much death? Yes, Satoru must be sick, because it just didn't make any sense.

But that doesn't make it hurt any less, does it? He can try his best to brush it off and keep thinking to himself that Satoru didn't know what he was talking about, that it was for his own good that Suguru kept such a distance from him - but hearing that he loved him, that he still does love him - it hurts in a way he can't describe, can't even comprehend. When he'd left Satoru that day, it had been in anger. He'd convinced himself that Satoru must hate him, that he had stopped caring about him the moment he surpassed him as the strongest and left him behind - it made things easier, thinking that he wouldn't be missed. But now... Now that he can no longer deny that he'd been wrong, at least on this front, now that he knows that his feelings hadn't been unrequited all this time, the true extent of how much hurt he must have caused him... It twists at his heart, makes his stomach churn to the point of nausea.

"I love you too" - the words are stuck in his throat, trying to claw its way out, but Suguru won't let himself speak - because how could he say such a thing? It's not fair. He can't admit it and give Satoru some sense of false hope that he'll come back when he's already too far gone. He has no right to say it when he'd already walked away from him. He swallows those words down just like he would any other curse.

"... You don't know what you're saying, Satoru." He finally speaks after a long pause, a deep breath to keep himself steady, keep up the facade that was so much harder to maintain in front of his best friend. The one who had known him better than anyone else ever would. "You..." He can't quite bring himself to say the word love even now, as if all the feelings he's pushed down for so long would come spilling out if he even dared to speak its name. "You want a version of me that doesn't exist anymore. And I'm sorry, but I'll never be that person again. I've changed too much. Everything's changed." It's better this way, it's better that Satoru doesn't chase after a ghost - but he can't even look at him as he pushes him away once again, tries to keep that distance between them. He doesn't want to, if he's being honest with himself, but it's what he has to do. He can't get his hopes up, or worse, have him try to follow him down this path. "I can't go back, you know that. Just forget about me..."

[just-a-itty-bitty-kitty]

who's up for seconds??

canon event

And that concludes Trick or Treating!

It's been a joy and a pleasure!

Have some cookies :)

[haunted-xander]

I've been making my big sib play Ace Attorney with me while their visiting for the week :D So here's a redraw of an old thing

[starsburnout]

"Water. Earth. Fire. Air. My grandmother used to tell me stories about the old days, a time of peace when the Avatar kept balance between the Water Tribes, Earth Kingdom, Fire Nation, and Air Nomads. But that all changed when the Fire Nation attacked."

AVATAR: THE LAST AIRBENDER (2005-2008)

[marlenalmar]

love the design

[lockewrites]

Reader giving Halsin a massage

Reader (gender not specified) x Halsin || Semi-NSFW (suggestive) || 1332 words AO3

POST-GAME SPOILERS FOR HALSIN

From @thecaptainsassistant (it won't let me properly tag you D:) - Hi, I saw you posted recently about HalsinxReader oneshots and was wondering if you'd be willing to write one with a human femReader ranger giving Halsin a back-rub (can be any degree of citrus rating you like). Have a lovely day!

You find yourself watching him without meaning to, your eyes often idly drifting to his form whenever he’s near and his attention is not yours to claim. A book had been keeping you company for some time as you sought quiet from the bustle of refugees attempting to reclaim some semblance of stability in Thaniel’s realm, but Halsin rarely stops for breath. Constantly hurrying from place to place, ensuring all were taken care of; exhausting to watch, let alone experience, but it warms your heart all the same… as well as casts worry in your mind.

Hunched over his desk, his hand moves fiercely back and forth as he pens his thoughts and plans, always anticipating the next step, the possible consequences, whose skills would suit the task best. The quill against the scroll echoes in the room, and you can’t help but shake your head. He simply never stops.

The book closes with a soft thump, and you place it on the end table before approaching Halsin. As you near, his posture shifts, straightening and turning slightly to glance at you from the corner of his gaze. Even with the weight of this new responsibility, the distractions and obligations, he never loses sight of you.

“What is it, my heart?” he asks, the scratching of the quill finally halting.

You rest your backside against the edge of his desk and look down at him, one of the few times you don’t need to crane your neck to meet his hazel eyes. Reaching out, your fingers cup his jaw, your palm on his chin as your thumb trails across his lips. Gaze taking him in, you note the shadows beneath his eyes, the tinge of pink in his sclera, and a new heaviness in the rise and fall of his breaths.

“You need to rest,” you say, voice quiet yet firm.

“I will,” he replies as he presses a fleeting kiss against your thumb.

“Now,” you insist, gripping his chin gently, as if to punctuate the word.

Halsin smiles, but it’s not enough to hide the weariness that holds him. He places the quill in the inkpot as his other hand rests on your thigh; you know the movement well, an attempt at distracting you from your concerns. Not a promise of intimacy, as that would draw him away from his duties, but an intimate enough gesture he knows has an effect on you. You can’t think of your worry for him if you’re too focused on his touch, what those fingers have done, what those fingers could do.

Your eyes flicker to his hand before returning to his gaze; your expression is wholly unimpressed.

“I will be finished shortly,” he promises.

He’s an honest man and would typically never dare make such false utterances toward you, but the integrity is pliant when it comes to his own well-being. It’s a lie he’s told you numerous times, and after the first few, you learned it’s never ‘shortly.’

You’re not without your own techniques, however. Pushing off the desk, you step behind him, your hand sliding down his neck and resting just beneath his collarbones as the other joins it; your arms around him, his warmth spilling into your chest as you embrace him from behind.

His muscles shift beneath you as he leans back and places his hands over yours, the tautness in his movements noticeable even through your clothing.

You slip your hands from his and move them to his shoulders, giving a tentative squeeze before kneading the hard flesh under your fingers.

An involuntary groan escapes him, his head falling forward in an instant.

“It’ll take me longer if you continue distracting me,” he warns, though the way his head sways ever-slightly as your fingers work at his stressed muscles betrays the insincerity in his words.

A smile plays on your lips, knowing he won’t deny you much longer. Halsin had always been so pliant under your touch, though it wasn’t until more recently you had realized. Leaning down, your lips press against the back of his neck, the sun-kissed skin warm and filling your senses with hints of oak and herbs; you breathe him in, the scent having become your home after all you’d been through.

Your hands continue massaging away his stress, earning you more poorly stifled moans. He’s losing this battle, and you both know it.

Halsin’s loose hair falls over your fingers as his head tips backward; he looks at you with that hazel gaze, his eyes holding a mix of adoration and exasperation.

With a smirk, you lower your face to his, claiming a kiss that he immediately melts into.

“Come on,” you insist after you pull away. “And I’ll finish what I started.”

He blinks at you a few times before sighing and pushing away from the desk.

Taking his hand, you lead him to the bed but stop him before he can sit. You undo the laces of his tunic, pushing the fabric to the floor and exposing his beautiful torso. After a greedy glance, you motion for him to lie down as you pull a bottle of oil from your nightstand.

“On your stomach.” Your voice is soft but commanding, and he obeys with a chuckle.

Once he’s settled, you climb onto the bed and straddle his thick waist, letting most of your weight rest against him.

“Not often I’m the one face down on the bed,” Halsin remarks, and though you can’t see it, you hear the smile in his voice.

You hum and tilt your head, admiring him beneath you. “It’s quite a view,” you reply as you rub the oil between your fingers.

The smell of lavender and orchid fills the air as you press your fingers into his skin; it doesn’t take long to find knots, the weight of rebuilding Reithwin and caring for those brought over from Baldur’s Gate heavy on his broad shoulders. While the land healed and continues to do so, and Halsin and you escape the town on occasion and venture into the land’s wilderness, it’s not quite enough to free either of you, but especially Halsin, of the constant worries that come with such a responsibility.

He doesn’t speak, and other than his occasional relaxed hum that vibrates beneath your hands, the room is quiet. Peaceful and withdrawn enough that it feels as though you two are in your own world, and you adore these moments. Halsin is hesitant to express such sentiments, but you know he would have collapsed under the pressure he places upon himself if not for these escapes.

You pay no mind to the time past, only stopping once your fingers and arm risk giving out.

He peeks backward at you. “Finished already?” he teases as you shake out your arms.

There was once a time he’d have fought you on pampering him so, but it was a fight he soon conceded when he learned you would never give up and it makes you happy; not to mention, it provides an excuse for him to return the favor, though he rarely needs one as he’s always seeking ways to pleasure you, whether innocently or intimately.

His back arches in, the muscles rippling as he stretches under you. Your legs lift you upward as you move to get off him, and in a moment, he flips onto his back and grabs your hips, forcing you to stay in place. For such a large elf, you never cease to be amazed at how dexterously he moves.

“Where do you think you’re going?” Halsin asks, smirking and raising a brow.

Tilting your head, you return the smile. “I figured you’d want to get right to sleep after such an exhaustive massage.”

His eyebrows shift and furrow, his fingers sliding down across your thighs and sending immediate heat through you.

“First,” he begins, his eyes traveling up your body, only serving to fill your cheeks with warmth, “I must show my thanks properly.”

[catswearingpajamas]

In my restless dreams,

I see that town

Silent Hill.

[exile-arc]

💕 / 💕 / 💕 / 🐱 / 💕 / 💕 / 💕

Pretty Kitty Princess (blade) stimboard! Bc it's been months and im still not over her 😭😭😭

middle image is by @void-chara, and the first and last gifs were made by me using this princezam video and this tutorial by @whoify!!

[ironworked]

S.W.A.T. 6.11

[kyuoki]

A Maccus painting that I've started way back in May. Finally had some time to finish it! 🩵🦈

This version of Maccus is based on @plainandgeneric's design of him. Since I like it so so much I've decided to draw it in my own style. If you haven't seen the original drawings you should totally check 'em out. They're awesome! 🫶

[plushie-lovey]

FINALLY!! At long last, I've gotten my hands on a Pumpkin Kitty, after a whole year of wanting and waiting.

Her name is Latte! (Short for Miss Pumpkin Spice Latte) You can also call her Miss Spice!

[sukidude]

I Won't Hold Your Hand (I'm not your excuse to feel human) Chapter 8 IS FINALLY OUT!

Enemies to lovers

Slow Burn

Angst AND Fluff

SOULMATE AU

come on what more do you need people.........................

[d1sapp01ntm3nt]

here’s the Triple Baka design for Gregory! I know it doesn’t really look like him but it is trust

Should I do Tony or Ellis next? Please tell me in tags if you reblog !!!! :3