#Vertical Chill

[mrchill]

Anne, and all the details a glass of water brings © Chill · +

[hrsshoe]

[daughterofsarenrae]

Kal-El might not be the smartest fish but at least he's pretty!

[boxowo]

hi son. what the fuck are u doing

[peacefulsoulignite]

brick by brick i built this shit 🥂✨

[woundedheartwithin]

I think people look at me wearing all black with band tees and sneakers and 14mm tunnels in my ears and think I don’t know shit about horses. And like… I’ve had my gelding for a decade. I’ve ridden him basically everywhere in every situation you can imagine. Yeah, I’m a core kid, but I’m also a certified horse girl, and I have the back problems to prove it lmao

[boyc4t]

love looking out the window and gasping at a beautiful sunset

[nezumithewriter]

Okay now i just have verical side profile michael mell wearing weed socks stuck in my synapses forever now

I could be wrong but I haven’t seen anyone post these pictures on here so?? Here You Go

[rheya28]

Red Mirage Nightclub ♥ The Sims 4: Speed Build // CC

Welcome to Mirage, the hottest nightclub in Oasis Springs! As you step inside, you're greeted by a sultry sea of crimson lights that pulse to the rhythm of the music. Red Mirage features a dance floor that is alive with energy and seductive scarlet glow as well as plush lounge areas that offer a retreat for intimate conversations.

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➽ Rheya's Notes:

●Ok so I meant to do a different theme for this lot but ended up creating a club similar to club tropics since I thought it would fit oasis spring vibes lol I guess you can call this club tropics 2.0. ●This club includes karaoke rooms so you can set this to a karaoke bar if you'd like

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Lot Name: Red Mirage Nightclub Lot type: Nightclub Lot size: 30 x 20 Location: Oasis Spring

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● Tool Mod by Twisted Mexi

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[moonsaver]

Secret.

Sunday finds his dear assistant covered in blood. The profession of your love is tainted.

TW; blood, mutilation, yandere and obsessive tendences, non/subcon(?)[just kissing].

Yandere!reader x Sunday.

A/n; a very short drabble i just worked on. I might make something similar for aventurine and the others.

It was the 5th.

Work had been scheduled accordingly; planners, calenders, diary entries, notepads, all came to a simple culmination of a small schedule for the entire month compiling his work.

You were his assistant – the calm, almost uncaring one. Apathetic. Almost dangerously so.

And you prove that part to him tonight.

There's blood staining your pristine clothes. Your usual white collar slumped against your neck, tainted with blood. It's a horrific, vertical splatter over your shirt; even staining your black slacks, which he notices later. He stands so still he's unsure he breathes for a moment.

"[Name]."

Your eye twitches. He spots the mutilated victim behind you. Their finger twitches, too.

He stays quiet. Both of you do. For the first time, Sunday feels fear.

Fear, not the kind that made his stomach drop, when he heard news of his sister's injury. Fear, not the kind when it came to Penacony. Fear, not the kind that plagued his mind when it came to shouldering so much burden it almost crushed him.

Fear. The kind that chilled his spine. The kind that made him feel the night air halt in it's steps. Fear, that paralyzes him like a gazelle caught in the periphery of a wolf's.

"..there isn't an explanation for this, is there?"

He states, almost factually. Yet his voice is quiet, almost hoping you refute him.

"There is. But not the kind you look for.'

You reply. For the first time,

He sees you smile.

Your teeth are pretty – slightly dull under the dim light, the faint wet film over them reflecting the minimal light like a pearl under a sun shower. The blood is smudged at the corner of your mouth. Your eyes are starkly dead. The most empty he's seen them.

But he realizes he's mistaken – they're not empty.

They're full of something.

Something so thick and illusionary, he almost mistook it for emptiness.

"I love you, you know."

You whisper, the sweetness of your voice making him flinch. Your eyes crinkle more in sickening desire when they catch it.

"Always have."

Your hands clasp together, tightly. The blood is slightly sticky, yet dry at the same time, the friction of it making your skin squeak in protest, faintly.

"..who did you kill?"

Sunday's wings are slightly stretched out – alarm, fear, anxiousness. Threatened.

"Competition."

He almost shudders at your answer. Your voice is hollow.

"You won't miss them."

You say, tilting your head slightly. The same, unfamiliar, sweet smile on your face beckons him closer. It's an expression so foreign he imagines you would have ripped it off of someone else's face sooner than believe you are this delighted. But when you step into the light, your eyes swallow and drink in every bit of it into them. He finds himself believing you more and more.

He flinches again; a split second of contemplation. He should stand his ground, shouldn't he? He's awfully torn between facing you or the dead body. The dark covers the more grotesque and mutilated part of it.

You're smiling, so widely he imagines it hurts. Your eyes are so thick with desire he shudders, his wings twitching out as the cogs of his mind jam and creak, refusing to turn.

It's almost tempting. He wonders, for a moment, what would it be like to give?

You take another step closer, and he takes one back. Your smile falters. But it returns when your eyes look at him. It's fainter this time, almost dreamy, than the looming one you had before. You lean forward, hands clasped behind your back. Your wet shirt slightly shifts, the collar dropping a bit to give him a wider view of your skin underneath. He swallows thickly, his eyebrows scrunched as his eyes dart between warning and desire.

"I've always wanted you to take a break. This is the perfect time, isn't it?'

You take another step forward, and your shoe squelches. It makes him evidently twitch, his eyes slightly cringing at the sound, wings folding in defensively. You seem to take some sickening pleasure in it.

"Mr. Sunday. I'm sure we can work a compromise."

He doesn't notice when it happens. His eyes are unfocused when he stares at the body – he wonders how cold the skin must be by now, or the spasms of the muscles, or–

Just how warm your breath was.

He doesn't realize it until you're right up in his face. Your nose touches his, but your lips hover, as if asking for permission. Your eyes bore into his.

"Sun, don't you think your assistant needs a reward?"

Your hands grab at the opening of his coat - he would gently chide you if it wasn't for the grim scenario. He doesn't dare move, eyes widening as he looks down at you, your own lovesick and half lidded.

"No one's coming between us. Not even you."

Your lips are warm, when they press against his. He's careful not to stray too far, lest he tastes the blood on the corner of your mouth.

---

[yerimbrit]

here's the mistletoe (so go on and kiss me twice) : p. hanni

synopsis: it's last minute christmas decorating with your friends, and, as always, anything and everything is an opportunity for you to tease your girlfriend.

# : pairing ! nonidol!pham hanni x fem!reader

# : tags ! fluff fluff and more fluff, would you like a side of fluff with your order of fluff? yeah?, christmas decorating, short jokes (directed at hanni wbk), ft newjeans

# : wordcount ! 1.5k

# : warnings ! none

for the first time ever in the two years that you've been living with each other, all members of your friend group are home for christmas. obviously, you guys want to make it special, right? decorating the moment it hits midnight on the first of the jolly month?

...except everyone's been busy with finals and whatnot, and the only day that all six of you are free is the 23rd. two days before christmas, and a day before christmas eve.

early this morning, minji and haerin went out to go buy a tree. and you'll give it to them, it's a damn pretty looking tree. it leaves just enough room to spare for the topper to breathe, and it's body is the ideal shape for a christmas tree—like the ones you'd see on those holiday cards. putting those two on tree-hunting duty was a good idea, even if they were decided from losing a game of slapjack.

(that day still gives you the shivers. the air around haerin as she chose her victim to accompany her on her expedition was absolutely chilling.)

the rest of the jobs were decided by first come, first served. unfortunately, danielle and hyein called dibs on baking all of the sweet treats and pastries for the party, so that left you and hanni for decorations.

look, you love hanni. she's a wonderful friend and an even lovelier girlfriend. it's just... you know, with all the decorating... how are you supposed to resist making short jokes targeted towards her when everything gives you a chance to? and that's exactly how your trip to home depot went. every other aisle would have you lightly teasing your vertically challenged girlfriend, and every other aisle would have her scolding you or landing a half-hearted punch on your shoulder. ouch.

"you guys sure are late," hyein jokingly crosses her arms upon your arrival. her mask breaks almost immediately, and she has to stifle a giggle. there's spots of flour on her face, and danielle, who is beaming next to her, has pink frosting smeared on her cheek. looks like their baking session went a little haywire.

hanni huffs, swinging a horridly orange home depot branded bag over her shoulder to set down next to the freshly installed tree. "do you know how crowded home depot is on christmas eve eve?"

"must've been hard reaching for the last box of ornaments," minji snorts, leaning over from her spot on the couch to try to peek inside the reusable bag. hanni swats her hand away and proceeds to point and laugh at the ugly christmas sweater that the taller has donned.

you giggle at their interaction before placing the rest of the orange bags next to the one hanni put down and make a beeline to the open kitchen, where a tray of warm and decorated cookies lay. there's a broken snowflake-shaped cookie with unsightly neon turquoise frosting pasted messily on top, and you decide to put it out of its misery by plopping it in your mouth. "mmh, warm, buttery, and sweet. as expected, you two."

the baker pair share a proud look and a fistbump, and then a voice sounds out from right beside you alongside a crunch. "these are good."

startled, you look to your right and haerin's staring right at you with a gingerbread man—headless, because she bit off its head—pinched in a hold between her pointer and her thumb. you press a hand to your heart, "when did you get here!?"

she ignores your question, instead walking away to peer into the products you and hanni reaped from the warehouse. if you listened closely, you could hear the feline quietly hum the home depot theme song. unbelievable.

minji tries to start something, likely about how haerin got to look before she did, but danielle interrupts before she can even let a second word of complaint escape her lips. "let's get decorating!"

with the sunshine's interruption, the group breaks into laughter and minji takes the three orange bags to the dining table where their contents can be spilled out. ornaments, string lights in both tacky rainbow colors and the neat white ones, and other little trinkets and decorations—you really just grabbed everything that was left, not that it was a bad thing! it's just... really random compared to everything else.

"whoever's last has to decorate the tree," danielle calls out, a small smile settling on her face, and she places her finger on the tip of her nose, "not it!"

you got caught off-guard, and that ultimately leaves you as the last one standing. even haerin's in on it, the little devil—she's developing her own characteristic shit-eating grin and it's starting to piss you off.

"you're out, y/n," minji laughs, and her eyes subtly snap between you and hanni, "pick someone to work with you."

your gaze trails over to your girlfriend, who frantically shakes her head in distress. 'no,' she signals with her eyes, 'please don't pick me.'

hyein waves a swaying hand in front of you, a teasing glint in her eyes, "don't take too long picking, unnie, or else the beautiful tree they picked will be all for naught!"

well, you didn't have to be told twice. "hanni."

"nooooo!"

"i can't believe you chose me. i mean, couldn't you tell i didn't want to be picked? my own girlfriend betraying me, how could you?" the shorter girl grumbles, handing you an ornament to hang on a higher section of the tree. the two of you have worked through almost all of it after hanging four sets of string lights, two multicolored, two white.

"it's not that bad, han," you chuckle, expertly looping the red ornament's string around a branch. the leaves brush against your skin and it's electrifying—in a good way, of course. "besides, this way you don't have to complain about what kind of placement minji or hyein decided on, yeah? plus, you're the perfect height to reach those bottom branches."

hanni gasps in offense, her jaw dropped. "i'm not that short!" and she hands you the last ornament to hang: an otter with a santa hat.

you grin, taking it from her hand and pointing at the small plush, "this one looks like you."

"really?" she furrows her eyebrows.

you hold it up next to her face for comparison. "definitely."

after putting the otter plush in an empty-looking spot in the middle of the tree, you pick up a star topper and present it to your girlfriend, who looks at you with a deadpan stare. "you're not actually asking me to put it on, are you?"

"i'm deadass," you smile, "take it, i'll help you up."

hanni stares at you for a bit longer, as if she were waiting for you to break your expression and claim that it was a joke. unfortunately for her, you don't, only pushing the topper into her hands. "how are we even going to—ah, what the hell!"

you've gone and easily lifted your girlfriend up by the waist, just enough so that she could reach the top of the tree. she squirms in your hold, and you giggle at her struggle. "hurry up, han!"

"okay, okay! move forward a little, will you?"

with your help, hanni manages to perfectly place the star on top of the tree and returning her to the ground earns you a satisfied hum and a hug, which you reciprocate. out of character, but not unwelcome.

now done with the tree, you can finally look around to your surroundings where the entire house has been christmasified: string lights, plushies with santa hats, a winter village on the windowsill on top of a white cloth resembling snow, and a train track on another windowsill. there's shuffling from below you, and you lock eyes with haerin who gradually rises from her brief squatting position on the ground. a smirk slowly takes over your face. hanni tilts her head in confusion.

the feline stands on her tiptoes to dangle the mistletoe above you and hanni's heads, and once the smaller girl realizes what the plant was, her face explodes into a multitude of reds and pinks.

the others, witnessing this scene unfold, start chanting and playfully raising their fists. "kiss! kiss! kiss!"

you press your forehead against your girlfriend's. "looks like we have no choice but to kiss, hanni."

her eyes soften. "you're saying it like it's a chore."

you shake your head slightly in disbelief, scoffing. "i'm just saying, it's an honor to ki-"

before you could finish your sentence, you feel the fabric of your shirt get tugged forward, and soon you feel a soft pair of lips pressed against your own. the kiss is soothing but exciting, and you lean into the familiar warmth. nothing else mattered in that moment, all you can focus on is the way she tastes like mint—it's only a bit embarrassing that you might taste like the sweet buttercream cookie that you had earlier.

a burst of cheers erupt from around you, causing you to break away from the kiss. but you don't pay any mind to the others—instead, you pull hanni closer into an affectionate hug. you lean forward to brush your lips across her ear, smiling at how quickly it turns red from her blush.

"merry christmas, han."

hanni buries her face into your shoulder. "merry christmas, y/n."

a/n : MERRY CHRISTMAS it's still technically christmas for me so i'm not late I SWEAR ok i know that I said i wouldn't write any more fluff but that was a lie... i would be a devil if i ruined the holiday spirit with angst happy holidays!!

[valentineblacker]

Archispirostreptus gigas, Giant African millipede. Harmless.

closer to god (1994)

halo nine: uk vinyl part 1

We shot for two days, the second day was a lot of the band portraits and the first day was just the bugs, which is that Closer To God cover. I never shot still lifes of bugs before. We shot like 50 different pictures of bugs, and this is the one that turned out to be the cover. Trent was there the whole day, because he wanted to hang out with the bugs - Joseph Cultice

[sizzleissues]

Its May.

Okay so this is in the same AU I had last year its just changed and evolved while also being the exact same. Except now I have 15,000 words of it written, like 7,000 words of planning and lore and hours upon hours of research that I will be pointedly ignoring. Will be posting more stuff this month about the AU and my hopes and dreams for it

Also slight art improvement check? I’ll put their original mermaid designs below the cut.

It’s Marinette as a mermaid and … its not Adrien or Chat Noir but a third worse thing (Catwalker but in the purest manifestation of it being a curse and not who he wants to be) I will be making designs for mer!Ladybug, and mer!Adrien as its own thing later on.

Okay if you want to indulge me look below the cut

Old mermaid designs first. I am going to be talking about my design thoughts, thoughts and ramblings about this AU and what I’ve been up to. You have been warned

As you can see, some things have changed but neither design I hated, I just wanted to go further with it.

My brain is quite specific about mermaids and how I want them to generally look. I wanted to distinguish biological merfolk from transformed humans by having them being anatomically different. So Adrien has a vertical tail instead which is also way faster underwater. His transformation is quite distressing for him and very chaotic. Of course when he accepts it he’s not so raggedy.

Marinette similarly avoids her life as a mermaid by becoming human and I wanted her mermaid design to hint toward her fascination with humans. She wears a top she fashioned from human fabric she found in a sunken merchant vessel. In general all other merfolk either forgo clothes or wear things fashioned from materials available to them. There’s deep fear of humans and human things so even though human clothes are available to them (off dead bodies but…. Whatever) they choose to difference themselves as much as possible. The same taboos don’t exist for them and their bodies are already adapted from the temperature of their environment. Adrien has stray bits of netting and seaweed on him because he’s not exactly the best at controlling his speed and often crash’s through fishing nets and patches of seaweed resulting in stuff being caught on him.

A lot of their designs are still being worked but I’ve definitely pushed them the right direction!

On to the AU. You might have seem me cryptically talk about something I’m writing the past few weeks. This is because it’s been in my brain since last May and been on and off writing it since then. I decided I’d talk about it once May came back around but and then when I finished writing it, start posting sneak peaks and more spoilery art until it was fully edited and I felt confident in it to post with an aim for it to finish posting once May rolled around again. Oh god.

It’s set in the late 1700s in a fictional version of France that’s actually fragmented over a bunch of islands. I have done more fashion research than I ever thought I’d do and in the end we will still be taking creative license but know I do know what they actually wore! I ALSO did a butt tonne of research about sailing ships and turns out they are super complicated and now I know too much and yet too little still about them. It should be super fun and action packed if I can manage. Have some really good scenes already in my head I know you’ll love. We’re already three ships battle deep and I’ve only written four chapters. (It chills out for a bit after that)

This is entirely self-indulgent by the way. I’m writing this for me, you guys are just a bonus. I literally don’t care as long as it satiates my rabid need for the fic that only lives in my brain at the moment. Saying that, I do want to put my best foot forward.

The next thing I will be posting for this is their human forms and more blabblerings about that. For I am insane and all.

[corollaservant]

18+ mdni inexperienced Chrollo, pet names, fingering, oral (f)

Chrollo is no expert in woman pleasure. like sure he has read plenty in his life and talked to some and yeah he knows biology but he is utterly clueless on how to make a woman feel good. you have to guide him through the process of eating you out and fingering you and the first time you do? he watches in awe.

you start by pecking on his lips and bringing your body closer to his as his hands clumsily sit on his knees, he doesn't know what to do with them. you grab him by the neck softly and position them on your hips, straddling his lap and swirling your tongue inside his mouth, as he struggles to breathe, he has never kissed anyone before. he groans when you remove your mouth from his, wanting to feel you on him again, longer. you bring his slender fingers to your entrance, your hand covering his own as you move it across your cunt, you show him how to use his fingers on your folds and clit, you point to each part and he starts stroking, clumsily and kind of harsh, circling around the outer lips but you don't lose faith—you remove his hand and show him yourself. he furrows his brows and shifts uncomfortably, he doesn't know how to handle his aching hard cock interfering with the lesson you offer. you show him how you touch on your clit, how the folds are teased and you play with your smeared slick, he wants to try too and he does, with more success this time as his fingers feel way better than yours and while he hasn't touched pussy before he has skillfully used them to assassinate and flip pages on that damn book. he runs his hand vertically across your entrance and teases it, it's like he wants to enter you out of curiosity. he softly pushes his middle finger halfway in and you moan as you praise him “good boy, now go deeper” and he pumps it fully in your creamy walls as he watches you with your mouth slightly open. he can tell you feel good and more blood rushes south, he is in actual pain now but keeps going, for you.

once you tell him to add his index finger too, he realizes you like this by your continuous praises and ragged breaths, your cunt looks delicious in his eyes; almost edible and he is fascinated by the wetness dripping on his fingers. “wanna eat me too baby?” you ask him “s..sure” he hesitantly says, he wants to devour you actually “p-please show me how,” he almost begs and you bring yourself closer to his face, spreading your legs wider and gripping on his hair so that the only thing you see is his forehead tattoo as his breath hits your entrance. “lick me up with your tongue, baby start low and go higher” you say and he does just that, he’s a natural you think and so obedient. “such a good boy.. now remember where we said the clit was baby?” “mhmh” is all he can muster, his mouth occupied, tongue swirling anywhere it can, he thinks you taste like sugar and your body jerking is a pretty sight. “want you to suck on the clit gently, alright?”—he moves higher, of course he diligently memorise, your body for the next time. “don't lick baby, blow softly 'kay?” and he does better, the sensation sending chills down your spine “well done—agh–” you praise as you grind your pussy down his nose, he does not utter a word but continues whatever combination he uses on your cunt, your slick and his saliva creating a mess on his face yet he doesn't seem to mind. he senses your body convulsing and backs off, he thinks he hurt you and looks at you with concern but you reassure him, angered because you desperately want to come, to get back on business and he proceeds, sucking on your clit and running his tongue across your folds while his fingers tease your entrance, he thinks to use them on his own and what a clever man he is because seconds later he hears whispers and mewls “mhm—comin' baby agh fuck..so..so good!” and he notices your pussy pulsating on his lips, a small stream dripping down his mouth as your legs headlock him. he breaks free with ease and furrows his brows only to see you, heaving chest and widened eyes, mouth agape and disheveled hair looking at him..surprised? “How did I do?” he asks.

Chrollo would realise in retrospect he had done a good fucking job.

[guiltye]

✦ ͏͏ ⸺͏͏ TEACH ME TRICKS, WONT YOU?

୨୧. nsfw under cut; mdni,ᅟ anya x fem!reader,⠀⠀⠀no additional relationships,ᅟ dumb lil drabble,ᅟ naturally set up as bottom!anya n top!reader,ᅟ giving head,ᅟ praising, etc.ᅟ ﾉᅟ 0.59k words — a love letter from guiltye: guh,,,, anya save me,,, anya,,, save me anya,,, ( 💌 )

ᅟᅟᅟANYA COULD NEVER HANDLE ROMANCE. she got flustered far to easy and found love hard to jumble alongside life, but, she could never deny her love for you, even if both you and her were females.

she, especially, couldn't deny her love when you would sink to your knees, kneeling in front of her, hands on her thighs as you feigned innocence despite mischeviousness swirling in your eyes.

"may i?" was all she heard you say.

with a slow nod, you smiled sweetly up at her. maintaining eye contact that left her unable to look away, you gently fumbled with her clothes to get them off. she could only sink back against the sheets of her bed with her elbows pressing deeply into the mattress as to be sat up some, chest heaving and her face, once pale, now becoming a contrasting cherry red as she looked at your teasingly slow pace to get her bare. how was she meaning to react when you would softly caress her porcelain body, when you would mumble praises that she was gorgeous as ever, that she was in her prime even if she would deny such, and when you would press your lips against the fabric of her lap, breath tickling her skin that left her feeling warmth all over.

before she knew it, cold air was hitting her, leaving her to be chilled while only sat on her bed in a matching bra and panty set of which was striped black and white vertically – it was basic, but attractive. she was quick to ignore it though, of course, as she felt the comforting hotness of your hand landing on her milky-white thigh, rubbing gentle doodles on the flesh.

"please," she mumbled, sitting up fully. even she didn't know what she was asking for, but she knew she wanted something. something more.

she felt an familiar feeling of wetness that dampened the fabric covering her pussy. (less than likely) absentmindedly, she started shift her thighs together to relieve the feel of heat, the nectar spreading to her inner thighs.

you softly, but firmly, grabbed at her thighs and spread them apart, looking at the once white of the stripes becoming a gray, the black not changing much but slightly darkening aswell. you hummed.

wrapping your arms around her hips, you pulled her wetness closer to your face, practically feeling the neediness radiating off her. she could only whimper, feeling warm breath ghost over her barely clothed core.

she fought back a cry that she didn't even know she could make as she felt your finger move her panties to the side and your tongue slowly prod at her entrance, making her undeniably squirm. she was sickingly sweet tasting.

"hah,,, you.. mm,,," "whats that, sweetheart?" you asked as if you weren’t about to start eating her out. she only responded with a moan, feeling as you lifted her legs onto your shoulders and pulled her closer, tongue beginning to lap at her pussy like it was your breakfast, lunch, and dinner, and it might as well been.

the rest of the night went just like that: you eating anya out like she was a full course meal and her praying to anything and everything above that she wouldn't be talked to about this in the morning – and that she wouldn't be exhausted in the morning, either. whether it be your finger rubbing tight circles against her clit, your tongue abusing her hole till it'd be black and blue practically, and making her cum to many times to count that she felt dizzy, she could've loved you again and again and again.

© guiltye, reblog to support ur silly writers !

[peacefulsoulignite]

it’s only right that i love me, more than you do.