#but it turned more to my taste with some digital edit haha

[pitruli]

Watercolour experiment with Armin and Rafal to make my fellow AoT fans go and watch Orb: on the movements of the Earth ✨🌍

[lyb-s]

pet play with dom!felix :(( + size kink 🥺 + voice kink 😳

i hope that’s not too much :cc maybe u could write it ><.

{again, advanced sorry bc i’m not experienced haha btw hhyjloml helped me and gave me some ideas HAHA deadass carried me throughout this whole thing}

[female reader!]

feline // l.f.l 

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You already felt below inferior the moment Felix walked through the open door and immediately spotted his little kitten all curled up, knees tucked in and plush lips letting out minuscule sounds. He couldn’t have adored you more as he saw what you were wearing. A pleated white skirt paired with a matching top completely covered the light peachy lingerie set under. Your creamy white stockings rode up until the parts of your thighs that he loved to mark. A fluffy, snowy tail coming up from behind you complimenting the fuzzy ivory set of ears clipped into your hair which he sometimes pulls on gently. You sure did look angelic, but something was missing..

The little pink collar you took off earlier was being gripped by his slightly vascular hands. He sat on one of the rest chairs in the room, legs lounging while his upper body hunched over slightly, elbows resting on his thighs. “Kitten?” he called out, making you flinch your head to his direction. “Come here.” his presence was inviting yet serious as you come him, bestowing yourself on your knees. You looked up at him with round and curious eyes, lips slightly parted out of capriciousness. He returned your gaze observantly. You were always small to him, whether that would be through words or physical presence. Frail. Little. Sensitive. Looking up at him like this made you feel like he could turn you into mush.

It was almost out of instinct, the way you lift your chin up as soon as his hands reached out to graze his fingertips upon your neck. He strapped the choker around it, the tiny bell piece ringing quietly. “How many times do I have to tell you, you can’t take this off until I allow it?” his little smile as he scolded you made butterflies clutter around your stomach. “Why take it off? You look so pretty in it.” He rubbed under your chin, attaining slow and soft blinks from you. He trailed the tips of his fingers along the crevices of your neck and clavicle, adjusting the leather ruff until you felt light and delighted from his loving tiny touch.

Wordlessly, he gave you a glass half-filled with milk. “Drink.” He solely commanded. He held the glass and tipped it upon your parted lips, making you gulp and finish everything in one go. “Good girl.” he praised using that damned low and sultry voice again, making your cheeks flush pink and fumble your legs closed. He noticed this while your eyes averted away from him, hand coming up to soothe behind your ears with a small smirk. Another thing he noticed was the smudged milk on the corner of your lips, thumb lowering down there to wipe it away. He lifted your chin up again and teasingly kissed you on that same spot before before delving back into your velvety lips in an addicting kiss, a small whimper erupting from you as you couldn’t get enough of him. Like a switch that turned on, you suddenly needed him so bad your core started to feel different.

He decided to test the waters a bit and deepen the kiss one more time, drinking in your little whines before pulling away and leaving only a few inches of distance between both of your lips. You could feel his cold breath. “Is my little kitten needy?” He asked, tugging your collar with his index finger to bring you up closer to his face, the rasp of his voice making you feel weaker than you already are.

You nodded bashfully, unable to express the fact that his voice left you wanting more of him. “Words, love.” the newfound pet name had you heating up as you finally spoke.

“Y-yes, please, master.” and he couldn’t resist your faintly pouty face, carrying your petite and vulnerable figure in his warm arms and laying you down tenderly on the mattress.

He’s a man who takes his time to work you up more than you already are. He rolls his sleeves up, few buttons left unbuttoned before he gradually starts to hover over your helpless self. He almost caged you under his body, working hickeys down to the spots on your neck that make you let out the sweetest mewls down to your thighs that looked so soft he almost salivated. 

“Please stop teasing, master..” you whined to him weakly, shirt off and tossed somewhere after he left subtle marks on your chest and abdomen. His hands caressed over your thighs as he started nipping down on the flesh close to your heat. The sound of your begging turned him on more as he made you gasp, he abruptly puts his hands under your thighs and pushes them so your knees were closer to your chest but still spread open to expose your clothed cunt. Your skirt was riding up past your hips at this point, one hand coming up to rub your drenched clit through the flimsy pink underwear.

“Kitten, you’re soaking...” he rasped, the slight stimulation already making you melt into small and soft moans while he spoke. 

“Please d-do something about it, it hurts..” your voice small as you plead. He chose to be nice and slide your lacy garment off and hurled it somewhere else. Your desperate and visibly clenching pussy was on display for him, his hunger for your taste became insatiable as he dragged his tongue up your sopping folds. The way you whimpered consecutively encouraged him to slowly slide a digit in your tight heat.

He looked up at you the whole time, the delight in his lustful eyes emitting a stronger blush on the apples of your cheeks. He pulled away a bit. “You sound so cute, kitten, you know that?” the way he spoke mixed with shame and praise had your hips quivering. You failed miserably at holding your sounds back,  your head turned to the side as you moan submissively. “Whimpering like a little bitch in heat.”

“Who do you belong to?” he asked, easing in another finger as he set a slow pace and pinned your little hips down further into the bed. He lapped you up, the constant pleasure disrupting your ability to answer as you heaved out small pants.

“Y-you, master. I only belong to you.” your words came out breathlessly and upon hearing them his hard-on got a bit more unbearable. He started flicking his tongue along the more sensitive parts of your heat as he curled his fingers to tease your sweet spot, the volume of your whines increasing as the pleasure became overwhelming. Fresh tears seeped out to your waterline as you hopelessly called out his name, your brain corrupted with the constant feeling of Felix working sinful yet divine oral between your trembling thighs.

Your high started to build up quickly, Felix earning cries from your swollen lips which sound like music to him. “M-master, please..-”

“Is kitten going to cum on my tongue, hm?” he asked tauntingly before sucking on your bundle of nerves harshly, making it harder and harder for you to suppress your orgasm until you have his direct approval. “Go ahead, love.”

You let out a small, high-pitched cry as you came messily, which he cleaned up with the help of his sweetened tongue. He kept licking you up until you were inaudibly begging him to stop. He wiped tears off your face that you didn’t realize were there. In his eyes, the clouded and slightly tattered appearance of you was worthy of worship. He loved seeing you ruined like this; and him being the secretly ravenous person he is, he wanted more.

“We were just starting, little one.”

(sorry if it left it at a cliffhanger i didn’t know how to continue it <//3 i also made a mistake by saying the readers gender was unspecified but i didnt notice so i had to edit it again, sorry!! )

[wornoutmouse]

Ojiro x Black reader

Sub/Dom dynamics.

Spanking and I don't mean like "haha you have big ass me likey oogaabooga" I'm talking "count for me"

But it's still really sweet ya'know? Ojiro best boi

I've tried so many times but "dick" never looks good on paper. But i want to find another word cause cock is giving me very much 🏈 fratboy🏈

"Oji~ you know that I love you?" A digitally inhanced sigh fills the room, "Yes"

It was a Saturday and you were currently waiting for your boyfriend to come home for your birthday. So what do you do to pass the time? Call him every hour of the day of course. 

"Y/N, can I please just do my job, I promise I will only focus on you when I get back." You pouted as you twirled your freshly finished twist outs, "I mean I could do that."

You could hear Ojiro hold his breath on the other side of the line, making your smirk widen, "But I won't cause I love you so much baby!" 

You knew you were wrong for doing this, you just found so much joy at his expense. From elsewhere in the house, the doorbell rang drawing your attention. "Fine, Mashiro I'm going to call you back later okay baby?" A wheeze came through the phone, "Yes babe, I love you bye!" 

You giggle at the thought of his relieved face as you tiptoe to the front door. "Is this for me?!" You sing out to no one in particular as you pick up an unmarked bag of plastic. Bringing it inside your mouth, you tear it open with your teeth, and begin to feel giddy once you see what's inside.

A while ago, you had ordered some yellow lingerie to match Oijiro's hair, and after helplessly scouring the internet, you finally found one in a good shade, nice design, and reasonable price. 

(Nah y'all know how hard it was to find a black girl in yellow lingeire? I don't understand it's not like i looked up a specific skin tone, I kept getting white people 😭 i barely found this one and what pissed me off was that i had given up and searched "black girl in white lingeire" to match Oijiro's hero costume and finally i got a cute yellow one like wtf?!)

Edit: THE DAMN LINGERIE NEVER LOADED HERE

You go to your room and try it on and after struggling with adjusting the thigh straps to your massive thighs, you were able to stand in front of your full length mirror to take pictures. "Oo look at me!" You dance a little in front of the mirror, shaking your hips.

You stop for a moment as a devious smile comes into your face. You grab your phone and set it up to take pictures. After a mini photo shoot that distracted you for about 30 minutes, you decided to send 2 of them to your ever so loving boyfriend.

You wait a few moments and gasp as you see the word seen pop up. You do a leap around the house giggling with anxiety from his reaction. 

When you got back to your bed you huff at his lack of reply. "He couldn't even give me the tease of a text bubble?!" 

That ruined your mood as you grabbed your house coat and stomped around the house cleaning up and watching TV. You don't call him after that, "He doesn't deserve my presence." 

In reality, you were in your feelings for honestly nothing. You knew he was working but it still would have been nice to get a reaction. 

*Thump*

You jump and damn near take the entire kitchen with your a you look around the seemingly empty house, "What the hell?!"

*Thump*

The sound was coming from your balcony. You peek around the doorway and your eyes go wide. "Oijiro what are your doing here?" You move to open the glass doors but stop as you make eye contact with your man.

His beautiful face was adorned with features of a rabid animal. He pressed his phone against the glass door and you gulped as you saw your picture, full screen. "Yeah, I think I'm going to let you simmer out there for a while.

*Thump*

That was the sound of Oijiro's heavy tail hitting the ground. You knew that movement, it was similar to a bunny temper tantrum but deadlier. "Open the door y/n." 

A shiver runs throughout your body at the sound of his voice. It was deep and unwavering as he blankly stared at you through the panels. Feeling down right terrified, you turn around on your heel and go on your merry way. 'y'all hear something cause I sure don't'

Click

You stop in your tracks as you hear  movement behind you.

 'he got in didn't he'

'why did I give him the key?'

You try to inconspicuously shuffle away before a hand finds its way around your neck and the soft pad of a thumb on your tongue. "That wasn't very nice of you, to leave me out there." You giggle uncomfortably as Ojiro places gentle kisses along the expanse of your neck. 

"I just thought, you needed some fresh air." The hand tightens and you can't help but grab onto his wrist in that moment. "I don't like it when you're a smart alec Y/N." In the distance, you heard the sound of his tail thumping again, shaking nearby decorations and furniture.

Grabbing your hands, Oijiro walls you to your shared bedroom and locks the door. You sit on the bed and twiddle your fingers as Ojiro stood in front of you glaring. "Does this mean you didn't like my photo or?"

Oijiro's steely eyes meet yours and you flinch, "Oh I loved it. I loved it so much that I popped a glorious erection during a meeting in front of all my peers." Oijiro's trail thumps against the floor, making you jump. "Do you know how hard it is to hide a boner when your hero costume is a robe, princess?"

Princess, that word meant business, and business meant no sitting down properly for a week. 'this birthday gonna be lit.' is all you thought as you lazily cross your legs. "I don't know, I'd assume it would be easier than spandex?"

Ojiro smirks as he drags your body to the head of the bed, holding down your hands securely. Getting on the bed Oijiro grips your chin in his hand before kissing your mouth gently. "Happy Birthday."

He sits back and recklessly opens your robe and down right moans at the sight of you. "When did you buy this?" You look away, embarrassed, "It was for your birthday but it didn't come in time." Oijiro nodded as he pulled on a thigh strap before releasing it with a loud snap.

"You look beautiful in it." For a while, Oijiro spends his time caressing you. Starting from your breasts which he sucked on generously, and your stomach that he peppered with kisses. All while avoiding your erogenous zones and making you needier.

"Ojiro!" You moaned as he scraped his teeth below your naval. Ojiro watched you with trained eyes as his hands follow your plush thighs, squeezing them every so often.

"Sending that picture wasn't very nice of you." Ojiro mumbled as he grazed over the one place you needed him to touch. "Please, touch me." 

Oijiro props himself up pulling you with him. His hands follow your waist and stop at your butt, squeezing at the mounds as he continues to kiss your skin. "I don't think you've learned your lesson Y/n." You nodded quickly and whined, "I did learn my lesson, promise!" You try to entice him by grinding against him, but you quickly realize that was the wrong thing to do as his face grows serious.

"This is a fine example of what I mean, you're impatient." Not liking that answer, you pout and cross your arms, "This is stupid it's my birthday." Oijiro flicks your nose, "Watch your attitude. You incoherently mumble again clearly defiant. "Lay over my lap."

Minutes before you could protest, he's already tugging you, face down, over his lap and delivering a smack. "Ow!" "I want you to count for me, lose place and we start over. Don't count and I'll make this longer. Do you remember your safe word?" You nod your head slowly and jump as your ass blazes with heat from another smack "1. Thank you sir."

You hate to admit it but it had been a while since you pushed Ojiro this far punishment wise so it wasn't surprising that you were shaking by 5, crying by 7, Ojiro was hard by 9, and you were extremely wet by 12. "You're taking your punishment so we'll." You gripped the sheets tightly into your hands and crossed your legs as you revived another slap, "T-Twenty, thank you s-sir."

You expected to revive more but was pleasantly surprised when you were coaxed off of Oijiro's lap and pulled in between his legs. His face was flushed and he was breathing heavily for someone that hasn't been spanked. "Are you okay dear?" You sniff as Ojiro takes your hands and places kisses on your knuckles.

You run your legs together and look down at him with pleading eyes. "What's wrong baby? Haven't I taken care of you enough today?" Ojiro mocked, but you personally couldn't find anything funny. You drop to your knees and rub his legs before shortly trailing your fingers over his crotch.

Ojiro does nothing but watch, as you gently tug on the fabric of his hero costume. "Oji it's my birthday." Ojiro shrugged, "You're right it is your birthday. Don't you think you're old enough to make your own decisions?" You smirk at that and quickly pull his cock out of hiding.

You internally drooled at the sight of him. Oijiro's size was conservitively average with only girth going for him, but something about that turned you on more than if he was larger. He watches you, mouth parted as you give kitten licks to the tip of his cock, tasting the pre-cum that had accumulated.

Gingerly, he places his hand on the back of your head, urging you to continue. You smirk up at him and bat your eyelashes slowly as you trail your tongue from the base to the tip, where you bow your head, to swallow him whole.

"Shit." Ojiro pushes you all the way down and tosses his head back as he feels you constrict around him. You raise a hand to fondle his sensitive..balls😑. Causing him to jerk his hips making the tip hit the back of your throat.

As you busy yourself, you couldn't help but grind on his thick tail that rested below you. "S-Shit Y/N you're going to get your juices all over me!" You hum in response as you continue to buck your hips against the large mass of muscle.

Ojiro pulls your hair to stop you from sucking as he kisses your lips with a sigh. "You have to stop now or I won't last any longer." You chuckle as you stand to your full height and watch as Ojiro kisses your belly with closed eyes. "Wow, who knew a little bit of fabric would turn you into a 1 pump chump?!" 

Ojiro glares up at you as he smacks your ass, making you whine as it reignites the soreness from before. 

Pulling you onto the bed, Ojiro stands up, holding his tail to his face as he licks up your release. "You got me all messy." Pulling off the rest of his clothing, Ojiro climbs behind you, and he gently dips a finger into your warm cavern. "Are you ready?" He asks as he pushes your head down and pulls your waist closer to him.

He watches as your holes noticeably clench at his voice. "Please, Oji." 

The thickness was something you never got used to and though patient with foreplay, Ojiro always had a hard time holding back even if he puts only his tip in.  Arousal drips down your entrance slowly and he uses that to aid the rest of him inside. "So pretty for me." Ojiro takes hold of your underwear straps and uses that to push his way in.

Your mouth opens in a silent yell as you feel your insides constrict around him. "Relax baby, I can't move." You breath shakily and Ojiro gently waits for you to relax by rubbing sharp circles into your twitching clit. 

You angle your hips back and fuck yourself into his cock once you were ready. He guides you and drinks in all your whimpers as you attempt to go faster. "Does that feel good baby? Is my dick making you shake?" Your reply is a series of breathy 'yes's' as Ojiro picks up speed.

"Fuck you're so warm and soft!" Ojiro grabs your squishy hips as he pivots out of your weeping hole. You graon into the sheets as he leans over you. "You're creaming around me you know?" You bury your face in embarrassment as Ojiro intertwines his fingers with yours. 

You feel the pit in your stomach grow tighter as you get closer to your orgasm. "I'm coming, fuck I'm cumming." You were so close but Ojiro stops in his tracks and holds you down.

"Why'd you stop?" You ask turning your head around to look back at your smirking boyfriend. He raises both hands and slams them down on your thighs as he yanks your back, halfway off the bed. Your legs dangle off the side as the rest of you stays and I'm all honesty this was an awkward position due to your long legs.

Oijiro's trail thumps behind you and you can hear it hitting various objects as it swishes around the room. "Why are you so excited?" You ask trying your best to hold on to the thin trails off your orgasm as your heart rate slowed. "I'm just thinking about if you really deserve to cum."

You throw your head up immediately and stomp your fists. "It's my birthday can't you do this some other time?!" Ojiro pushes your face into the bed, knocking the wind out of you as he sets a brutal pace. "See that attitude right there is what I'm talking about." He shakes his head as he pounds your ass repeatedly.

You're quickly bright closer to your orgasm as the lack of oxygen goes to your brain. When he does let you up, you are coming with a loud groan as he pulls out, ruining your orgasm.

"Ojiro what the hell!" You yell, still twitching from the shocks. Ojiro looks at you shrugging as he jerks himself to completion. "You said make you cum." 

You groan stomping into the bathroom ignoring Oijiro's laughter from behind.

[hallospaceboyy]

hey! i was wondering if you would write a zelda x reader smut scene like the one in reaching for the moon so maybe they are at reader's place and she has a huge window and after a nice date zelda pushes her against the window and fucks her? i really love that scene haha ♡

Let Them See Us

AN: That IS a very delightful scene. I watched it only yesterday lmao. Thank you for this request, I hope you like!! Picture not edited by me 🖤

Warning for smut and strong language

You’re shoved up against the window before you know what’s happening, front pressed to the glass, Zelda's hot breath on your neck, her hands on your ass. Zelda had agreed to have your weekly date night at your place for once, drawn in by the promise of privacy, peace and quiet, and she had been admiring the floor to ceiling window that looks out over the lake not far from your apartment building ever since arriving. You're on the third floor, so the view is pleasant, the expanse of the calm water of the lake in full view, as well as the edge of the forest beyond it.

Zelda had seemed distracted at dinner, looking out at the lake, surface shimmering with the glow of the waning moon throughout most of the meal. You had to repeat yourself several times when you tried talking to her, and each time this happened a pretty blush rose on Zelda's pale cheeks.

Now you know why, as her hands reach around you and begin fumbling with the buttons of your blouse, and you paw at the glass, breathing heavily with arousal. She had been distracted because she'd been thinking about fucking you up against this window for the entirety of your date. It's almost impossible to be mad about that, really.

She's taking too long, getting you too worked up as her teeth graze your ear, and you quickly help her with the buttons, shrugging the garment off of your shoulders and tossing it to the floor. Zelda's warm hands graze your abdomen, the swell of your breasts, your shoulders, and she kisses and sucks at the delicate skin of your neck as she unclasps your bra, and you tug it off, groaning when her hands cup your breasts and her thumbs stroke over your nipples. You gasp when her thigh presses insistently to your core, and you grind down onto it, fingers fumbling with your trousers and you push them down your thighs desperately, and Zelda chuckles against your neck.

“Are you desperate for me, darling?” She murmurs, and you can feel her grinning against you. You step out of your trousers, kicking them aside, and the Zelda's hands release your breasts, presses you roughly to the window, and you whine when your nipples come into contact with the cool glass.

She removes her thigh to graze her fingers over your ass cheeks through the lace of your underwear, and then she squeezes the soft flesh, kneading your ass beneath her palm, and you press against her hand, moaning softly.

“Stop teasing and fuck me Zelds.” You snap, and then squeak in surprise when Zelda slaps your ass.

“You know, if anybody should happen to decide upon a moonlit walk around that lake right now, they'd see everything.” She murmurs, hot breath tickling your ear, and you bite your lip and whimper as she slides your underwear down your thighs, letting them drop to your ankles, and you step out of them, kick them away.

“They'd see your naked body pressed up against the glass.” Her slender fingers graze the back of your thigh, closer and closer to your aching cunt. “And they'd see me fucking you senseless, making you come for me.” She's gliding finger tips over slick folds now, spreading you apart, and she hums in delight as she finds you soaked, so very ready for her.

“Does it make you wet my sweet? The thought of people seeing us this way?” She bites down on the side of your neck hard, and you cry out, wriggling your hips against her hand.

“Yes!” You tilt your head to the side as her tongue laves at the mark she's left on your neck, and your laboured breaths are fogging up the glass, fingertips dampening with condensation. “I want them to know I'm yours. Zelda please.”

“You are such a good girl.” She slowly enters you with two fingers, and you moan, pushing back to meet her as she fills you to the knuckle, and she presses herself more firmly against your back when you palm at the glass, knees growing weak. “I've got you baby. I won't let you fall.”

Her fingers thrust within you deep and slow, and you press your hot forehead to the glass, panting and moaning and Zelda's arm wraps around your waist, holding you steady against her.

“You're so beautiful. You feel so good.” She moans into your ear, and you shiver at that, so overwhelmed by the intimacy of the moment. Her earthy scent clouds you, her warm hand splayed on your abdomen, her hot lips on your ear, and her fingers deep in your cunt. It's all so perfect, and so inexplicably good, and you can feel the pressure building in your core as she moves a little faster.

“Ze-Zelda! Fuck!” You throw your head back, leaning it on her shoulder, and she peppers kisses to your cheek, the corner of your lips as you turn your face towards her. Her hand on your abdomen slides lower, begins rubbing at your clit, and you grasp at the smooth surface of the glass as your orgasm tears through you, blissfully pushed over the edge by Zelda's deft hands, and the redhead groans against your cheek as you clench around her digits.

She pulls her hands away from you when you slump against the fogged glass, panting heavily, and your knees grow weak at the sudden loss of her. She wraps her arms around your waist as they buckle completely, catching you before you collapse to the floor. Spinning you around, she presses your back to the glass, and then kisses you softly, smiling against your lips when you wrap your arms around her neck.

Your eyes flutter closed when she trails her lips lower, down your neck, your flushed chest, the swell of your breasts, your stomach, and then she’s on her knees, and you tangle your hands in her hair as you open heavy lids to look down at her.

“I want to taste you.” She whispers, and you part your legs as best you can, gently guiding her face between your thighs, and she smirks, gazing up at you.

Her tongue flicks over your clit, and your hands immediately tighten in her hair, releasing a breathy moan and rocking your hips against her mouth. She licks at you hungrily, lapping at your juices, humming and moaning against you, and you press yourself harder against the window, trying to keep yourself up. The redhead groans louder when you tug on her hair, writhing at her teeth grazing at your clit as she sucks on it, and you can already feel your second orgasm building, breathing shallow, hips grinding desperately against her face.

When you force your eyes open to glance down at her, you meet green eyes, glinting with mirth, hooded with arousal, and you claw at her scalp as wave after wave of pleasure courses through you, and Zelda's skilled tongue doesn’t slow until your moaning ceases, your gyrating movements stilling. When she pulls her face away your knees do buckle this time, and you slide down the glass gracelessly, landing in Zelda's lap, and she chuckles resting her forehead against yours.

"You’re so very good to me, Zelda Spellman.” You laugh breathlessly, and you lave your tongue over her chin, tasting the remnants of your arousal there. She grins and captures your lips in a kiss, pulling your body flush against hers. You remain that way, in a heap on the floor, kissing and caressing and giggling, for some while – until you get cold. Then Zelda leaves you only briefly to fetch a blanket, and you snuggle in her lap, both swaddled in the warm comforter, gazing out of the window, until you grow bored of that, then you make love to Zelda right there on the floor.

[streetxsims]

Haii 💖💖💖 you inspire me to make a s4 account to post my gameplay but i think nobody will like it because im not as good & im mainly maxis. What are some pros&cons of starting a simming account? 💕

Word?? Glad I could be of inspiration haha :) what do you mean not as good?? There’s a lot of people out there who share the same views/taste with you when it comes to MM style, even if you feel your stuff isn’t “good enough” that’s nothing a little practice can’t fix because we all started somewhere, and probably were all trash at 1st LMAO

I have some “getting started” tips here if you wanna check that outOn to some pros/cons - 

Pros:

Great community to express your love of Sims since we all share that 

A place to chill, get to know/talk to people who’re just like you

Easy to find/keep up with new Custom content or CC in general  

People are always helpful when it comes to anything like CC creating, editing, game setup, picture taking, etc. etc 

Freedom of self expression 

Something to do when you’re waiting for your game to load haha 

Very welcoming(emphasis on this) 

Resourceful for not only sim needs but other helpful resources as well 

A place to learn/see things from different perspectives

Different age groups so you’ll easily find yours 

I honestly think Simblr helps a lot with organization that can be used in real life situations such as school, uni, work, etc, etc.  

You can use your art/digital imaging here in Uni/School to build a portfolio for either gaming, interior design, architecture, or graphic design 

A place to be proud of your art/stories/creations when you have nowhere else to do so 

If you’re into Role Playing/Script writing/Character creating/development this place is for you as well 

Cons: 

[Warning: If you suffer from depression/anxiety I feel you shouldn’t use Simblr as an outlet to “escape” unless you mute/block any form of negativity. Simblr is a trigger on some ends and I feel it’s not safe for some of you who’re easily triggered. Your health is more important. Use other forms to escape harsh reality such as reading ,writing, talking to someone, walking, or practicing other healthy hobbies. This is the internet after all, home to triggers.] 

Pressure to be just “as good” as your peers 

Constant debates/fights about things we can’t control

Being outspoken/straightforward is looked at as “rude”, “entitled”, “stuck up”, “mean”, and last but not least “too popular”  

Lack of creativity; working hard on your aesthetic/style and having someone take every aspect of that down to the way you build, talk; the way your characters/sims speak, act, or look just because they see you getting good feedback they feel if they do the same thing they’ll get the same responses. We all are guilty of being inspired but some turn it to an obsession which results in using you as their blueprint; never liking your post or speaking to you but you always see you in their work  

The constant pressure people put on CC creators to give, give, give which makes them aggravated, which causes them to be a little blunt/nonchalant and villainized  by the “victims” who made them react this way lol 

Touching back on the one above: people feeling entitled to how you run/handle your blog. If you don’t help them with a situation that’s not dire/serious, give them attention, or give them what they want you become a topic in a negative light

People try to project things they don’t like about you into someone else’s mind so that person will not “like you” as well lol 

Too much competition/dire need for notes 

People using you to get their name out their 

Lastly: we all are guilty of being easily pulled into drama, having private conversations, bullying, envious mannerisms, and using our RP/Roleplay characters to express personal issues towards others. Cut that out in 2k18.

Hope this helps you outTY for the love as well :) 

[foodlegend]

Philadelphia

I feel like the thought of Philadelphia is better than the eventuality. Don’t get me wrong, slathered (what a gross word) on a bagel? Woof. Pair that with some smoked salmon? Pret a Manger! It’s a classic combo and I’m not denying it. But living with an open tub of Philadelphia at home and feeling the weight of having to have it every day before the worm turns? It’s a pressure. The ticking clock before the Philadelphia water turns to mouldy wine. How many sittings does it take to cream a tub before it’s bone dry? Depends on your palette knife. There’s no decorum when it comes to cream cheese. You know how with Marmite (it’s a bit like Marmite) there’s an understanding that it’s a scant spread situation, like a delicate varnish? If you were to go in fearless with Marmite bystanders would presume you had never applied anything to toast before. It’s like that bit in Big Brother where someone murked Sree into putting raw bacon into a housemate’s sandwich because he’d never worked with rashers before. The recipient of the sandwich responded WTF as you’d imagine and Sree was unfairly placed under the nation’s microscope as the one adult who had never seen, let alone MADE, a sandwich before. Poor Sree. Anyways, what I’m saying is you can go crazy THICC with Philadelphia and onlookers wouldn’t bat an eyelid - even an alien could come to town and decanter a whole Philly oval relief, un-spread, on a piece of bread and you’d be all “…and?” 

I wanna say Philadelphia is like Polyfilla but I’ve never worked with that medium. It’s less a taste and more a feeling. A cooling agent. Touching the cold wall on a hot day. Facemask feels. Imagine upending it out of the tub and pressing your hand into it really slowly with the negative of your fingers rising in pleasing full-bodied form between the gaps of your digits. Mmm…tangible, calming...relief from the rat race. A reason to be put on earth. It’s the photoshopped cottage cheese, all cellulite eradicated. It’s not a loose mass, there’s a backbone there. You could probably pick it out like a briquette and attack it like a crisp, for a brief time period before the wet weight drifted in your grasp. The feeling to spoodge out a tub with a wooden spoon and plop it into a pan…to make some tragic recipe as instructed by Philadelphia propaganda. Not that I have, nor will I ever, but I can picture it leaving a slug trail on the side of a sauce pan on descent and standing there motionless watching it bubble at the base. I could imagine getting splinters in my tongue gumming the residue off the wooden spoon. Pleasure ist pain. Choke me, Daddy. 

I guess I’m just bored. Bored of having Philadelphia on boring brown Co-Op own brand bread. Toasting gives some integrity to the performance but on having two slices in the morning, I’ve already upped and left my body before finishing the emotionless transaction. If there was a way to absorb it contactlessly I probably would. Could just not have it, couldn’t I. After all this is day four after I rescued it from the reduced section of Co-Op but baby’s on a budget.

I hate Co-Op. Yet I find myself there most days, wandering around in my mental dressing gown, confused as to how I got there. As lifeless and uninspiring as I find the environment, it has to be said that Co-Op radio is almost unwavering in its high grade - and often resonant - tune selection. Pretty Woman by the big O, Take Me Out by Franz F, I Believe In You by Kylie. These are just some of the recent hits. Songs that shake you out of the monotony of trudging the aisles and make you want to swing your basket. Low key on some perfect pairings that lift one’s eyebrow at least and spirit at best, a soundtrack that makes you appreciate that you’re there…in the moment, by the Muller Rice. That feels like a legit feat to feel something, anything, in Co-Op. Occasionally they wield the axe a little close to the bone. For instance, I almost lost it recently when, on a somewhat low ebb, I saddled into Co-Op on a Friday evening solo mission on a reduced hunt to be greeted by the DJ dropping “Dry Your Eyes” by The Streets. What the fuck. What selector thinks it a reasonable decision to spin kitchen sink sombre bombs in one of the stalest surrounds you could wish to find yourself in at 6.30pm on a Friday night? Keep it light, for the love of God. Filthy Gorgeous by The Scissor Sisters. That kind of thing.

I picked up a reduced “Philadelphia with herbs” in Co-Op for 70p (RRP £1.99). A day later I’m wearily peeling back the foil and waging it onto some toast. All I can see is the Philadelphia is thick with chives. “Pfft” I think to myself, “Philadelphia with herbs? More like Philadelphia with CHIVES”. Oh well, carry on with my day and think nothing of it. Next morning I’m back in the standing up position smearing it on with aplomb. I’m reminded for the first time since the day prior of how chive heavy the spread is…like ten flecks a penny, I’ve not seen this many chives since I don’t know when. Since never? Since I looked at a chive plant next to a cress plant and thought…meh. I’m laughing in my head at this point, early morning delirium. “PHILADELPHIA WITH HERBS!? MORE LIKE PHILADELPHIA WITH CHIVES!!”. Haha. I’m still chuckling in my head as I reach for the tub. It seems entirely feasible at this point that this is a dud batch, a freak chive breakout edition that slipped the net. Wait, are chives even a herb? Aren’t they part of the onion family? This makes it even more obtuse. Maybe I can write to Philadelphia and get some free Philadelphia. Maybe the Metro will do a piece about my hardship. I’m reaching for the tub to inspect it for further signs of error. Is this a meme? The reduced sticker on top of the tub obscures most of the lid so I swivel my head to inspect the side of the vessel and my eyes fall on one crucial detail. The name on the side of the tub that was masked by the reduced sticker on the top. The title read…



“Philadelphia with chives”

 Oh. 

 Lol. Why did I think it was herbs? I’m writing this here to save myself the horror of accidentally relaying this story to anybody in real life. It feels like a weight off. Thank God. I just swerved that ever happening. Imagine if I was halfway through telling my neighbour that chive/herb tale, every moment regretting it like treading out onto ever thinning ice, and then others starting tuning in and asking me to tell it from the top. Imagine if the audience doubled at every utterance of the word “chive”. Imagine being in a job interview and being asked three words to describe yourself and the only words you can think of are “Philadelphia”, “herbs” and “chives”. Then you just say them because you can’t pluck anything else. Then you’re forced into recounting this story before a panel of four stone faced interviewees. And they’re dragons. On Dragons’ Den. And it’s on Britain’s Got Talent and everybody in the audience, both on TV and at home, are doing THAT Amanda Holden reaction face. Frozen. Forever. 



Phew.

 Swerved it.