#i reuploaded it because it looked blurry

[autumnwhistles]

It's scheduled!

(Thumbnail/background art by @tubbytarchia – it's absolutely incredible, thank you so so much!)

Maybe not a 'few hours' but I wanted to make it release at a saner time for most of the common timezones – but the release date is certain now, and still in less than 24h

close to release…

Song 2, “Corners of the World” (our introduction to Martyn’s mindset on the world and to various alliances through his eyes), is posting in a few hours — once the video is ready I’ll (hopefully) set a time for it to be premiered on YouTube, so keep your eyes peeled!

[shinsouscatpisssmell]

Screwed up

Paring:atsumu X chubby!housewife!reader

Warnings:just angst

Summary: reader prepares something special for atsumu since his loss at a Volleyball tournament. Hurtful words are said making it all fall apart.

An// sooooo I accidentally deleted my entire tumblr soooooo I’m reuploading stories <3 and some I have to write entirely!

It took all week to make these plans but everything came out just perfect. Having tidied the house and set up a nice dinner in front of the tv for when your husband comes home.

Truthfully it has been a hard couple of days for him since he's been training nonstop since losing a championship game so you wanted to do something to get him to relax.

Putting face mask and a tray of sliced cucumbers on a little portable tray on one side of the couch alongside some of his favorite snacks and putting out his favorite movies in a row. You lay a two matching blankets on the arms of the couch as you knew he would probably want to take a nap during the movie. As if on cue, the sound of the front door's locks click open as finishing up putting  his favorite takeout on some plastic plates so you both wouldn't have to bother with dishes. Smiling at the set up as chest rises with pride mixed with excitement to see his reaction.

Nearly hopping to stand in front of him, "how was your day baby?" You ask frowning inwardly seeing his eye bags wanting to kiss them away from drooping shoulders.

"It was ok, hard as always." He says tiredly.

You hum in agreement, " well I got something to fix that, my love! I set up your favorite food, I got snacks, and face mask because I know your pores have been struggling with all the sweat and heat from running around a hot gym —, are you listening?"

" uh,yeah. That sounds great,(y/n) but I was hoping to just enjoy your cooking and take a hot bath and go to bed to start my days off." He rubs his eyes making you tap your toes with anticipation so he could see the set up you made.

"Well actually I got takeout! It's your fa-" you were cut off by the sound of him clicking his tongue against his teeth.

"Takeout? You couldn't have cooked or something? God knows you don't do anything else in this house! I'm the one keeping a roof over our heads."

There's a song in your heart and you start to fidget with your fingers, " I know,baby! That's why I got it and set it up in front the tv so we could watch some movies together and spend time with eachother!"

He rolls his eyes," I see you everyday in the same house and spend hours with you before and after I go train, isn't that enough? I just want to be alone for Christ sake. Two minutes! Is that hard to ask for?"

"No, baby but I-I just wanted to watch a movie together because-"

"Then just watch it yourself, I'm going to get in the bath and go to bed." He brushes past you and you feel your world break your eyesight gets blurry and you can't stop playing with your fingers looking down at your at feet in the same position that you were in.

Breathing gets heavy as you try to hold back your emotions rushing to your shared bedroom to get some pajamas and your phone before going into a spare room and cuddling up to a pillow and with the covers trying to muffle your whimpering cries and hiccups.

The tub gets drained of water as Atsumu miya wraps a towel around his waist and one to dry his hair as he walks into the bedroom he shares with you, " hey sweets, you know where my shorts are at?" The towel blocking his vision he shoots it into the dirty clothes hamper in the corner waiting for a response but in return getting nothing.

He looked over to the bed and didn't see your figure there and he started to remember how he snapped at you. Feeling a tug at his heart. He had quickly dressed himself walking into the living room where the tv screen had emitted a light on the couch and he slowly walks up behind it as to not disturb you, "lovely? I'm sorry about earlier I didn't mean to snap at ya'. You don't deserve that especially wit ya' not being the cause of me losing that match." He's met with nothing but silence, " how 'bout we watch that movie you were talkin' about earlier, hm? " still nothing, "baby girl? (Y/n)?" He turns on the light and peeks over at the couch to see not you but empty cushions and the set up you had made.

He dug Through snack bucket you had made and nothing but his favorites aside from a little bit of yours was contained in it along with the mini facial station you had prepped with all your tools and sliced cucumbers that you knew he loved the feeling on his eyes. His gaze goes to the the table that does indeed has his #1 takeout spot. He grabs the little white blank card that was placed between it.

' I know you've been having a hard week 'tsumu because of the game last week so I made you a small relaxation date for for a king!  I love you, and remember you'll always be my favorite champion.' It ended with a a heart drawn in blue ink and a kiss from you.

It made him sigh as he runs his hands through his hair and throws his head back.

"I really fucked up...bad,"a sudden intrusion made him jump up, "but where is she? She wouldn't just leave,right?" He rushes back into the bedroom to grab his phone. He sees none of your stuff missing and the coat you always wear is still hanging up in the closet , "It's fucking freezin' out there she going to get a cold." He unlocks the phone and calls your cell while simultaneously trying to shove his feet in his shoes before he hears the ringtone you had placed for him.

He sighs in relief and follows the sound before coming face to face a shut door. As the song ceased he could hear your hoarse cries and he wants to punch himself even more for making you into that much of a mess. He knocks on the door. He could hear it get your attention as the cries becomes even softer, "(y/n?) I'm so sorry baby." He tries to open the door but you had locked it making him press his forehead against the cold brown wood, "just open the door and we could talk, ok?" He says gently.

"No Atsumu. I just want to be left alone." Your rejection makes him frown.

He tries to twist and turn the door knob again as if it would magically open for the 3rd or 4th time he tried, "c'mon (y/n), I'm sorry. I shouldn't have yelled! We can watch that movie you wanted,ok? I'll cuddle you up all nice and cozy on the couch." He bargains.

"Go watch it yourself, Atsumu! I just don't wanna be around you right now." You shot back.

He lets go of the door knobs as his heart sours at the same words he used towards you, "ok, baby. I'm right out here if you need anything, alright?" He places his hand against the door for a solid minute before pulling it away and dragging his feet over to the couch.

He grabs a pillow and fluffs it up before laying on it covering up with his blanket you had put out that you had sprayed perfume on making him cuddle up to it more as it helped him believe it was you along with your matching blanket close to his chest to get the feeling that it was you all snuggled up to his chest like every other night. except it didn't. It only makies it hard for him to sleep without your comforting warmth heating up his body on the cold nights with your feet entangled together as he gently kisses your forehead letting your bodies sink into the plushness of the mattress you had picked out. No Atsumu miya was stuck with only the warmth of a blanket instead of a spouse and the only love he could see was on some tv drama you we're watching before he had come home. Best to say he didn't sleep until late that night.

[bee-paints-n-dances]

tw for bullying and harassment in my artist statement

i finished my piece. my phone messed up the proportions on the piece because apple hates me. i promise it looks better irl. sorry if it’s all super blurry. once again, apple hates me. and so does my school wifi. i might reupload it when i get home.

[happypopcornprincess]

Call It What You Want || Chapter 4

Note: The story is set somewhere in 2018, pre covid, before Yei won the world champion. A lot of Oyei, Yak and Cher's backstory has been my own creation. Also some new characters are also purely fictional.

Please do not repost or reupload this story as your own.

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Qualifying match, Bangkok

Sitting on the wooden bench of the locker rooms behind the boxing ring, Yei could hear the shouts and hollers from the lockers, the smell of worn rubber in the air. Yei looked through the railing above the lockers to see the arena being filled with audience, and still people were swarming in numbers.

This was it. The qualifying match that would decide his fate – a gateway to the tournament or disappointment. If he can’t win this, then the entire campaign run by Cher and his friends will go to waste. His dream of becoming the world champion will go to waste.

Yei felt too hot all of a sudden, his palms grew slick with nervous sweat, the water bottle in his hand suddenly an unwelcome weight.. He took a seat on the bench, feeling uneasy, tried to drink water but he felt like throwing up. He got up to pace around but his vision became blurry, and the screams from outside felt too loud. He sat down again, but that did nothing to his racing heart, fear slowly creeping inside, panic gnawing at his chest.

"P'Yei." Cher's voice cut through the haze. Yei couldn't bring himself to meet his gaze, his eyes glued to the chipped floor tiles. "Cher..." he croaked, his voice hoarse. This wasn't him. He couldn't let Cher see him crumble.

Yei felt a hand on his shoulder, and he looked up to see Cher now kneeling in front of him. 

Yei looked up, meeting Cher's concerned gaze as he knelt before him. "Cher," Yei rasped, his voice heavy. "I can't... I can't fight." Shame burned in his throat.

Cher didn't respond with words. Instead, he gently grasped Yei's hand, placing it over his own heart. The steady rhythm beneath Yei's palm was a stark contrast to the frantic drumming in his chest. "P'Yei, you need to breathe," Cher said, his voice calm and firm.

“I… I can’t” Yai gasped, he tried to focus on the rhythmic beat of Cher's heart, mimicking its slow, steady cadence. Tears welled in his eyes, blurring his vision with the tears streaming down his face.

Cher held his face in his hands, wiping away the tears, his voice gentle, “Yei, look at me. You need to breathe.”

Yei looked into Cher’s eyes. They were filled with concern but his gaze didn’t waver as he softly spoke, “breathe with me, okay?” and he took a deep breath.

Yei tried to, his hands could feel Cher’s heartbeat through his shirt. He took a deep breath as his hands remained on his chest, rising with every breath.

"What if I lose?" Yei whispered, his voice barely audible.

Cher remained silent for a moment, his eyes searching Yei's. Then, a smile broke across his face. "You won't," he said, "Because you're not just fighting for yourself out there, Phi. You're fighting for everyone who's ever believed in you. Yak, Earth, your friends, your students – they're all out there, waiting for you to knock your opponent out. Because they believe in you." he looks him in the eyes, and places his hand right above his heart, “I believe in you.”

A spark ignited in Yei's eyes. He pictured Yak's hopeful face, his friends cheering from the stands.

“I guess I’ll have to win this match then.” He declared.

Cher grinned, “Yes.” he breathed out.

Yei realized at that moment his hand still rested on Cher's chest. He hastily withdrew his hand, the sudden movement breaking the intimate connection. A faint blush crept up his neck as he cleared his throat, the sound oddly loud in the tense silence.

Cher, unfazed, simply offered him a reassuring smile. "Come on, P'Yei," he said, extending his hand.

Yei took his hand, “Let’s do this.”

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Championship Finals, Bangkok

Welcome to the Boxing world championships final! Hope you all are ready for it! We are moments away from the main event, and the crowd is buzzing with anticipation. The title of World Champion and the prize of 50,000 baht is on the line… and awaits the winner.

In the blue corner we have, the challenger, the dashing, all the way from India, Ajay Sharma!

In the red corner we have, the powerful,  the undefeated champion of Bangkok, our hometown hero… Oyei Phadetseuk! This is his moment, his chance to etch his name in boxing history.

The opening bell! Both fighters touch gloves, and the match has begun. Feeling each other out, cautious jabs are being exchanged. Ajay is swift, Oyei hasn’t landed a punch yet and OH! Ajay lands the first punch right on the jaw! Oyei looks shaken but he has taken control!

Oyei's movement is sharp, now staying just out of reach from his opponent. The crowd is in a frenzy cheering for their favorites! Tensions are rising!

Ajay is starting to turn up the heat! A flurry of punches, but Oyei weathers the storm with a phenomenal block! This kid is unstoppable! It’s been a rough start for him but he’s found his foot.

Oyei’s throwing punches! His team by the stands encourages him at every turn, Ajay’s a master at defense, he’s going for… Holy shit Oyei’s jabbed Ajay with a front hook and he’s off his feet! Referee waiting for the tap out but…he’s back on his feet and Halftime!

And we are back for Round two! 

The player’s are back in the ring after this short break and Oh! Oyei is starting to find his rhythm! A jab, a right cross, and Ajay’s is wobbly! This fight could be turning on its head! A shift in Ajay’s momentum and… The crowd is on their feet! Oyei’s unleashing relentless punches! The referee is taking a close look at the pair and the stands are on their feet!

This is it folks! Oyei throws a left hook with everything he's got, and it LANDS! Ajay goes down hard! He's out cold! This is unbelievable! The referee’s on the mat! He waits for Ajay to tap out And HE DOESN’T!

The new boxing world champion of the world... Oyei Phadetseuk!!! 

The hometown hero has done it! The crowd is going ballistic! This is a night the boxing world won't forget! Oyei’s overcome with emotion, he’s celebrating with his team! He's achieved his dream, and with it the dream of hundreds of Thai fans around the world! The roar of the crowd is deafening! 

What a performance! What a night!

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Cher couldn’t stop smiling. He had clicked so many pictures tonight that his phone storage was almost full - Oyei winning the championship belt on the ring, the absolute chaos of Earth and his friends lifting him on their shoulders, Yak with tears streaming down his face hugging his brother, already dreaming to become the next world champion, and Oyei going round the stands as his fans showered him with confetti and flowers.

His phone was blowing up with calls from his mom, Ice, Lita, and his friends. Business cards, gifts, and prize money piled up in his hands, all thanks to Yei's newfound success. It would take days to sift through everything, formulate a plan to approach offers, and navigate the newfound business landscape. But for now, he let the wave of victory wash over him.

Just a few hours later, the entire team had migrated to their local bar, drowning their sorrows – well, mostly celebrating Yei's victory. Cher strayed away from the drinks, knowing someone needed to maintain a composure to get these people out when the time comes. A weight lifted from his chest as he watched Yei, his face alight with joy, surrounded by laughter, hugs, and well-deserved praise from his friends and students.

It was way past midnight and the bar owner had already given them two warnings to empty the bar. Cher, with Yak's somewhat-sober assistance, wrangled the team into two taxis. He bargained with the drivers, throwing in a few extra money to ensure they wouldn't take any unnecessary detours.

That left Yak, Yai and Cher.

They tag-teamed Yei, dragging his drunken form back to their house. After a comical struggle, they managed to get him onto his bed and Cher steered Yak towards his room.

“P’Cher!” Yak slurred, his eyes squinted, “It’s getting late, stay over tonight.”

Cher looked at the clock and 3 AM glared back at him. He agreed to settle down on the living room sofa and bid goodnight to Yak.

Cher walked to Yai’s room to grab a pillow, and he found Yei perched on the edge of his bed, bathed in the cool moonlight streaming through the open window.

“I thought you would be asleep.” Cher asked him as he took a seat next to him, following his gaze to find the full moon in the night sky, glowing white.

“Just looking at the moon.” Yei laughs, his voice slightly slurred but gentle. "My ma used to tell me a story about it."

Yei sighed, “She would tell me this story when I was younger; of the moon princess falling in love with the sun prince, but they could never be together because they ruled two different realms. So, every dawn, the moon waited for the sun to rise, so she could look at it and go back to her domain, and every dusk, the sun set a bit late, so the moon would appear and he could look at his lover.”

“It’s a sad story.” Cher murmured.

“I think it’s bittersweet.” Yei let out a deep sigh, “they know they could never be together, and still love each other.”

“Hmm.” Cher agrees, thinking about the story in a different perspective.

Cher found himself lost in thought, the story mirroring his own unspoken feelings. He harbored a secret affection for Yei, a flicker of warmth that had grown steadily over time. But the revelation of Yei's sexuality, the raw vulnerability he witnessed earlier, had thrown him off balance.

They sat in comfortable silence for a moment, taking in the cool night air, their gazes fixed on the luminous moon in the night sky.

Yei leaned back, a lopsided grin gracing his lips. "The moon is really pretty tonight," he said, his voice tinged with sleepiness.

"It is," Cher agreed, his gaze lingering on Yei's face. The moonlight and the dim lights of the night lamp highlight the softness in Yei's features that he hadn't noticed before.

“You’re pretty too.” Yak mumbled as he looked at Cher, “you’re really pretty.”

Cher froze.

Is this a dream? Is he drunk? No, that can’t be right. He didn’t drink at all. This is definitely a dream.

"You're drunk, P'Yei," he said, forcing a laugh.

“I know.” a sleepy smile playing on Yei’s lips, “I could never say this sober but…” his voice trailed off, a giggle escaping him, “You're kind… and funny… and so… so smart! Honestly, I wouldn't be here without you. You're the first person who's ever seen through all the walls I built around myself. I... I think I like you Cher.”

Cher breathed out, looking away from him as he heard the words, unable to believe that the man he had probably secretly liked ever since he set foot inside the once broken warehouse actually liked him back. 

“I…” he had only begun to confess, but he found Yei sprawled back on the bed, his words hanging in the air.

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The moon was shining bright, the night sky adorned with countless stars, casting an ethereal beauty on the man sitting next to him. His hair was a charming mess, a soft smile played on his lips that made him lose his breath in the first place. Yei had told him that – how much he cherished their bond, how he saved him, how he was the kindest soul, and how he craved his touch every night.

Yei woke up with a start. He sat bolt upright, the sudden movement sending a throbbing pain through his skull. His vision blurred, the hazy memories of last night's demanding payback. The sudden motion gave him a violent whiplash, his vision going white.

Goddamn how much did I drink last night?

Last night. Bar. Moonlight. Cher.

Cher.

He gasped out loud, grabbing his head in his hands.

It wasn’t a dream. He did it, his sorry ass actually got drunk enough to confess to Cher that he liked him. How uncomfortable must it have been for Cher? He'd probably be disgusted, maybe even hurt. Yei pictured Cher's usually kind eyes filled with disappointment, and a wave of nausea washed over him. This was a catastrophe.

He scrambled off the bed, searching frantically for his phone. He had to apologize, explain the drunken state of his confession. But as his gaze fell on the nightstand, a different kind of panic flared - something that made his entire body hot, and sent his heart racing with his jaw on the floor.

A single note, written in familiar handwriting - the one he'd come to know so well over countless notes and training schedules.

right next to his phone, written in the handwriting he had seen countless times.

I like you too- C <3

For the first time that morning, a genuine smile stretched across Yei's face. He didn't have the answers yet, but one thing was certain – things wouldn't be the same.

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More Thai BL Fanfics

Tangled Fates: The Sign Series Fanfic A Phaya x Tharn fic about their past life as Sapuna and Wansarut.

[scandisim]

💫 BOREALIS 💫 a reshade preset

Hi! Here is the release of my preset that I have been working on for quite some time - Borealis. This preset was made using Reshade 4.9.1. It's quite a bright and saturated preset with lots of warmth. I've also included several hotkeys with different effects for screenshot purposes (because ~*~aesthetics~*~). See more on those below. Here is a variety of images taken in my game that utilizes Borealis. Also this is my first ever preset so please let me know if you run into any issues so that I can try to correct it ASAP. Enjoy!

Important things to know:

This preset was made using Reshade version 4.9.1. I cannot guarantee that it'll work or look the same using other versions. You can still access version 4.9.1 here. If you do try it with other versions and it works, great!

This tutorial by xurbansimsx on installing Reshade is great.

Borealis utilizes quint_MXAO which is what adds pretty shadows to your game. It can however be quite heavy on your computer. So I added a hotkey (SHIFT + F1) to disable it if you find it makes your game slow. Make sure edge smoothing is turned off for MXAO to work properly.

Recommended lightning and world mods:

Use these if you want the exact look pictured. These are what I have in my game. This is the CAS background that I currently use. I also use K-Hippie terrain mods.

milk thistle

squea cas lightning

no glo v2

no blu v2

Hotkeys for screenshots:

ADOF (qUINT_dof.fx) - blurry background effect - SHIFT + F2

Cartoon (Cartoon.fx) - cartoon black outline effect - SHIFT + F3

FilmGrain (FilmGrain.fx) - added film grain - SHIFT + F4

Bloom (qUINT_bloom.fx) - hazy effect - SHIFT + F5

Tonemap (Tonemap.fx) - desatured effect - SHIFT + F6

Terms of use:

Feel free to edit it to your desire for personal use. But do not reupload as your own is all I ask. Using it as a base and adding minor tweaks and changes and then uploading it as your own is not OK.

Available on my Patreon (public release February 24th).

[catcriestoo]

103: when the autism hits

[egobarri]

Ghilana Lavellan

My last inquisitor from Dragon Age: Inquisition. Ghilena means “to guide” in Dalish elvish✨

[necromite]

he’s finally got a big boy reference

[khoipyan]

how many photos would he have of you? (REMASTERED)

how many photos would octavinelle have of their s/o?

warnings; none, also this isn’t meant to be seen in a creepy way! it’s actually meant to be romantic and cute! reader is also implied shorter than floyd in his part, but there's no actual description of HOW MUCH shorter you are in height.

notes; you can tell how much i love writing for these fish men omg. also this is a rewritten and reuploaded fic that i previously wrote on my deactivated acc! same general idea, but i want to put it back up for people who want to read something similar again.

notes2; *cutely searches up synonyms for photos..* anyways this won’t be worded the EXACT same as my precious one, but the general idea will! thanks for the support btw, 3 days and already 26 followers?! 😭 ily guys /p

notes3; i feel like this one was longer than the original one bc i added some stuff... but it's all generally the same idea ok have fun reading

azul ashengrotto

okay. unfortunately, he’s not going to put photos of you publicly like in the vip room in mostro lounge.

he’s not embarrassed of you! he just doesn’t find the need to display you everywhere (as much as he wants to).

however, he’ll definitely have a small photo or two of you in his wallet. one of the photos is just you, and the other one would be a photo of him AND you.

(my definition: he gets to carry you around like a pocket chibi in his wallet /j)

can't really see the guy having pics of you plastered all over his walls, if somebody walked in and saw that he would absolutely DIE (which is why he can't do that).

but on his nightstand beside his bed, he'll have a small framed photo of you. azul always wishes you a goodnight everytime he heads to bed, wishing that both you and him have the sweetest of dreams.

he may or may not give you a goodnight kiss... but you didn't get this info from me.

jade leech

i can't really see him as the type of guy who takes many photos. he's more of the, "spend time together for memories" instead of "take photos for memories" type.

however, if you want him to take more portraits of you, he won't exactly be opposed. after all, he does enjoy making you happy (as well as having memories that he can actually look back at)

jade probably does have a photo of you in his wallet, but the problem is that it's probably hidden behind several cards and receipts, so he'd likely never get the chance to even see the photo while opening his wallet.

but what he DOES have a framed photo of you on the wall. it's not tremendously large, but it's average sized. of course, framed with silver and pearls as decoration. you deserve to look beautiful on his wall!

but that's it.

hey, you guys should have a photo of each other so you can be matching...

floyd leech

has 3 to 5 photos of you on his wall just above his desk (they're fairly small). that's it!

just joking, this is floyd we're talking about. do you really think he wouldn't take so many photos?

they're ALL on his phone, and he has a LOT too. from the extremely blurry ones from his chasing you, to the really good quality ones, you name it! they're all entirely in his gallery.

he likes specifically taking photos from the top angle (you know how you hold your camera above your head and look at it?) because it makes you look much shorter than him. you could even be 1 centimeter shorter and he'll still take those photos just to emphasize how small you are to him.

refuses to delete any of the bad shots if it includes you in it (unless you're the one asking him to). what do you mean he doesn't need 24 blurry photos of you running away from him?

anyways, he has the most photographs out of the trio. simply because he takes away too many photos, needed or not.

friendly reminder to not let him steal your phone or else you'll have 56 photos of him goofing around by the time you get it back.

— due to be edited at anytime —

[mvlaninsimmer]

New & Improved Old Create-A-Sim Background Reuploads!

By popular demand, here are some of my old create a sim backgrounds reuploaded, new and improved. I improved the quality of the IMVU ones, and changed the original recolored textures/messed with the mesh of the brujah ts3 to ts4 3d cas room recolors. As much as I love that conversion by brujah, I’m not a fan of the shaders used on the mesh. It washes out the true brightness and color of the textures I use, so I decided to change the shader from phong to fullbright, making these new and improved versions of my old recolors much more bright and vibrant (and so that they look exactly how they look in sims 4 studio color wise). For the vintage marble one (the one with the Marilyn picture and marble walls) I removed the plant from the mesh, because it didn't look right for that particular recolor theme to me. Hope this isn't a problem!

To get the best experience out of these create a sim backgrounds (and any for that matter), please follow this AMAZING and quick blurry texture fix guide by littledica: https://www.patreon.com/posts/blurry-textures-47015425

This will make the textures of these backgrounds much much clearer. Even though these are create a sim backgrounds, the meshes are world objects, and an update not too long ago made world object textures go from 2048 to 1024 by default. PLEASEEE apply this fix so you can use these, or any custom create a sim backgrounds to their fullest potential. You'll have to redo the fix after every sims 4 update, but trust me, it's worth it. Plus, it doesn't take that long to do at all.

PLEASE MAKE SURE THAT YOU TAKE OUT ANY OTHER CREATE A SIM BACKGROUND REPLACEMENT IN YOUR MODS FOLDER BEFORE PUTTING ANY OF THESE IN. ONLY USE ONE.

Also, my apologies for the meh sims 4 studio previews. The backgrounds look better in game.

Anyways, enjoy! I plan to make more recolors for the ts3 to ts4 cas background, considering I have a folder full of unused textures for it that I made in photoshop.

All credits for the IMVU backgrounds go to the original imvu room creators, and all credits for the 3D sims 3 to sims 4 cas background mesh go to brujah. You can find the original mesh here (scroll down!) - https://sims4studio.com/thread/2263/brujahs-studio

DOWNLOAD THE BACKGROUNDS HERE (The link won't go anywhere this time, promise.)

[spikesbimbo]

Mood Swings

Summary: Daddy’s little girl always gets what she wants < 3

Pairing: Nanami Kento x reader

Tags: babymaking ; ) neglected reader, daddy kink, size kink, hurt/ comfort

wc: 2.3k 

 a/n: this was very self indulgent, just like all my other works

this is a reupload from my old blog jaded--enigma

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Closing the door behind you, feet dragging against the floor as you came home from a bad day at work, eyes glossy and red. Immediately going to your finance’s office, wanting him to coddle you and tell you everything would be alright, as he was great at. One of the reasons you admired him so much, being his biggest fan.

Opening the door to see him writing something on his papers, his blazer on the floor, only wearing his white button-down shirt fitting him perfectly. 

His arms barely fit the tight material as your eyes scrolled down to his glasses sitting on the table next to his hands, so pretty and big, instantly getting you worked up, even though that was the reason you came here. Wanting your daddy to make it all better.

Walking up to him making your way in his lap, sittin pretty. Mumbling out a “ken”, resting your head on his shoulder while gently kissing his neck. 

“Not now baby.” he said, gently moving his head away from yours before you could even wrap your arms around him, so why did that make you fall apart? Why were you so sensitive? Why were there tears forming in your eyes?

You gave him a fake soft smile pushing the tears back, saying “okay.” and hopped off of his lap, already missing his touch as you walked out of the room, feet still dragging as you took one last peek at him before you shut the door and started walking towards your own room, knowing he would work till late night, as always.

He was obviously stressed so you understood that he wanted to be alone, but you felt so burdensome, annoyingly needy, as you finally made it to your room. Laying on the bed that you two slept on, hugging the fluffy sheets.

Trying to get your mind off of it, you changed into your baby blue silk nightgown, finding it in your closet full of clothes he bought you. So much that you started using the guest room for extra storage for your shoes.

It fell just over your knees, the straps dainty as a pin, flowing as you walked towards your bed again, dimming the lights on the way.

Dirty thoughts getting to you, remembering that you had to wash them two days ago from him making a mess out of you after coming home from work, taking it out on you. Now covering your face with your hands, pain spreading throughout your body as you tried to subdue it, telling yourself you could wait… but you couldn’t.

Your legs spread open, no panties or bra on, just the gown. Shoving your fingers into your cunt, so wet and needy, making a mess but getting yourself nowhere. Crying softly, the last thing you want to do is make your daddy mad at you.

Fat tears falling from just wanting an ounce of his attention, so needy, so embarrassed; embarrassed over the fact that you couldn't even touch your clit right without getting tired. 

Embarrassed that he could get you off better than yourself, the fact that you were never dry around him; the fact that he had you this spoiled to the point of him doing everything for you made your heart break and flutter at the same time.

He loves how appreciated you made him feel, making him feel like you couldn't do anything without him. He loves to take care of you because he doesn't want to see you let go of your youth, in a way living his life through you. Not wanting to rush to ‘grow up’ like he had to,  you made him feel like he was living his life with no regrets.

Your fingers were so small in comparison to his, thinking about how just one would fill you up, and him simply curling it inside you would make you cum, so responsive to his touch. Trying your best to feel the feel same as his. 

You raised your legs slightly in the air, trying to reach deeper like he did. It somewhat working as you were now letting out held back moans along with “daddy and ken” falling there too, or maybe it was from the lewdness of it all, your messy little pussy all wet thinking ‘bout daddy and his fat cock, if only he knew.

You were so lost in your own world you didn't even hear the door open. He was met with your sticky tears falling down your pretty face as you struggled trying to get yourself off. His composed nature leaving him freezing for once in his life.

You finally gave your self a break, sobbing louder as you couldn't even feel anything looking up to wipe your tears with both hands, finally getting them dry enough to see as turned your head, shaking in place seeing your future husband stand in the doorway.

“K-ken” you startledly whispered loud enough for him to hear while he was making his way to you, loosening his tie, his stoic face staying the same. He got on the bed, hovering over you, his tie and shirt lying somewhere on the floor as he inched closer to you, his nose almost touching yours.

“You know I love you right? He said, taking your left hand into his, grabbing the diamond ring on your finger, stroking it with his finger as it gleamed in the moonlight. You looking at his sliver one in return, too shy to face him after what just happened.

“y-yes” you wept locking eyes with him, your vision being blurry but still seeing his handsome face above you “I know it's my fault daddy. M-m’sorry” 

“Shh, baby it's never your fault. Daddys sorry, he didn't know how needy you were, cmere.” he cooed bringing you closer to him. “Tell me what's on your mind. What's wrong honey?” 

“Everything daddy… everything.” you complained, reaching to wipe your eyes again. He already knew what happened just from you saying that. And as usual the only reason his baby would cry was because of their job or a sad movie. 

‘How about you just be my cute little wife and carry my babies; that's the only thing you'll ever have to do again, okay?” he said already having it in the back of his head ever since he first fell for you. After months of you sneaking him extra bread in his bag when he left the store, always smiling at him with your whole heart; it being the first time he's ever blushed, he was whipped.

“Mkay.” you sniffled, not even bothering or caring to fix your face. He was so kind. The idea sounding great in your head. Never having to see your mean boss again, always getting on you for the simplest things, leaving to go cry in the break room.

“There's my good girl.” he praised, kissing you forehead, dragging up your nightgown over your head, finally being bare for him, as his eyes took in your body. Loving every curve you had, kissing his way down your neck after staring with your eyes. Your salty tears being whisked away from his affection that he gave you, that you loved.

His lips met your chest, wrapping them around your nipple as he cupped that breast. Squeezing it gently while moving his hand from your thigh, his ring leaving an imprint there while grabbing your other breast. Flicking it with his finger, loving to hear the little whimpers you let out, so precious. 

“Ken” 

“You’re so wet” he said, attaching his lips to your puffy clit, sucking on it while shoving his long fingers into you soaking little cunt, curling them just like how you were daydreaming about earlier.

“Daddy- please.” you whined bucking into his mouth already so needy, not needing any prep, just wanting to be stuffed full.

“Gimme...”, you said, trying to form a sentence while  his fingers were knuckle deep, hitting your g spot with ease.

“I got you my love” he said, already unbuckling his pants, taking a break from abusing your poor clit as you watched his cock pop out of his boxers. Mouth already watering thinking about taking it into your mouth, but pushing that to the side, knowing that he wouldn't say yes to that right now.

He hasn't seen a prettier sight in his life; your ankles by your ears, pussy begging for him to breed, his mind foggy as ever as you tell him to fuck a baby into you. Freezing at the words coming out of your sweet little mouth. But how could he tell his angel no?

“Open up for me sweetheart.” he muttered, imagining you so full and needy, not even being able to get up without him making him harder than ever. Sliding into you with no condom, as always, only on birth control. But the thought of it not doing its job got you even more hot and bothered, you head flooding with the thought of him fucking his cum back into you.

“Relax” he says, observing your face attentively.

“Youre so big daddy” you breathed out, eyes locking on his cock doing its best to fit in your little hole, even though you were drenched he still had to take it slow.

“it hurt?” 

“No. just fuck me, please. I'll be a good girl, daddy please.” you whined already working your way to make him bottom out.

He puts his lips on yours to distract you, shoving his length all the way in. Catching your moans in his mouth, groaning into yours. Your sweet scent getting his mind hazy as you rested on the mattress, your greedy little hands placing themselves on his back as you grabbed him closer.

He pushed himself balls deep in you, not taking long for you tell him to move whining out for your “daddy to fuck you”. His cock nudging your cervix, slowly easing back and forth to ease the pain you didn't even notice.

You feel so full while trembling in his hold. Feeling so good to finally have him inside you. Knowing that he was doing his best to not just fuck into you, wanting to make you feel good like you deserved.

He breaks the kiss and buries his face in the mattress beside your head, leaving kisses on your neck, as your ankles were now on his shoulders, hips spread wide rough for him to abuse. Your lips brush against his arm while he's connecting his hands with yours. Your rings clashing while you accept, pulling him closer like it's possible.

He's kissing underneath your ear now he starts to move his hips. Moaning at the feeling of his fat cock finally stretching you out. Pulling all the way out except the tip before slamming his hips back into yours, both of you moaning at the feeling.

He continues fucking you deep and fast, knowing thats how you liked it. His big frame towering  over yours, the comfy feeling of his weight on you, the heat radiating from his body making you feel like you were in heaven

“k-ken,” you mouthed not letting a word out but he read your pretty swollen lips. “you feel s-so good. d-ont pull out.”.

“When have i ever.” he stated, his voice unwavering as he brought his face to yours, seeing your eyes glossy and red, knowing you couldn't think straight right now. The only thing being on your mind was him. “You wanna be a mommy?”

“Y-yeah want your babies, want daddies babies, daddy please, please ple-” you whimpered out, clinging onto his shoulders admiring his body before you met his eyes. Overcome with the feelings you had inside you, wanting him to know as much as you. “Daddy -hahh i lov-e you.” 

“I know baby... i love you too” he returned, placing his lips on yours as he continued fucking into your sloppy little hole that he was the cause of.

He grabs your thighs, spreading them apart more, your hips giving away. Almost lifting you up, fucking into you deeper than before. Your screaming with no noise coming out except gasps because your daddy fucking you so good, making your head spin. And all you can think about is having his babies, wanting him to cum in you so much that it never comes out.

“More” you begged, wanting to feel his cum dripping out of you.

Your orgasm, collecting itself all this time, finally hits you like a shockwave. So unannounced that you completely let go and turn limp and he's still manhandling you, getting himself off.

You don't even feel him stop, just feeling his hot cum pouring inside you before you realize your not being thrusted into anymore. You cunt still clenching around him, milking him for everything he’s got as he tunes you over, not pulling out. You now resting on top of him, both of you breathing heavily as you cum for the nth time feeling it drip down your thighs and onto his balls.

“Are you okay my love?”

You cant even talk now, you voice long gone from crying earlier to him fucking you. You just snuggle into his side, wrapping your arms around his bicep as he strokes your forehead, kissing it before you grab his face.

“Kiss” you pouted using your remaining strength to point to your lips.

He lets out a laugh, leaning down to give you what you want, as always. Breaking the kiss when you let out a moan again; his cock was not hard anymore but still took up all the room in you, if you moved it would move it you. 

He repositions himself deep as he can inside without hurting you before noticing your swollen eyes starting to close. “Goodnight doll, love you.” he softly says kissing your forehead again

“Wait” You mummerd out, not opening your eyes but putting all your attention on him too. Wondering what you were gonna say as your soft sleepy smile appeared on your face. Cheeks all puffed out along with your lips. As you snuggled closer to his, mouth right up at his ear.

“G’night daddy, love you too”

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what their wallpaper would look like while dating you

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character(s) : multiple (bnha)

legend : [Y/N = your name] they/them pronouns used, quirk’s not specified

headcanon type : fluff (x reader)

note(s) : okay so,, school has made me a little busy today so i kind of just whipped this up for no reason. this isn’t really lengthy but i hope you guys liked it :))

theres no proof read, again :,) but thats bc i was rushing on this one lol (will edit later)

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midoriya izuku

i’m going to be honest, his wallpaper is going to change every single time you guys go out to eat. he takes so many pictures of you— it literally eats up his storage.

it came to the point that he made a collage of all of the candid pictures he took of you, and saved it as his wallpaper. that way, he wouldn’t have to change his wallpaper every 3 days

but he can’t help it! you’re just so,, attractive ❤️👄❤️ eventually, his mom will comment on how his wallpaper changes every single week— and that’s how he decided that “wait.. collaging exists!” and his life became 10x easier. but he still won’t delete the pictures so 🗿

bakugou katsuki

he has plenty of pictures of you that are nice, but he just won’t set it to any of those— you’ll never catch him setting his wallpaper as a good picture of you. but, katsuki will set it to a picture of you choking on spices, because he’s kind of a bitch lmao sorry

but he oddly likes that picture?? no matter how many pictures he’ll take of you, you’ll always find his wallpaper to be set to that picture, you can’t even do anything about it. you always stare at him like 🤨 when you catch him admiring the photo— “ITS NOT EVEN A GOOD PICTURE”

but GOD FORBID his parents actually coming across his wallpaper, he’ll get scolded by his mom because “Y/N WOULDNT APPRECIATE THAT, KATSUKI” and he’s just like 🧍 “it’s been that way for 7 months, old hag”

todoroki shouto

surprise! it’s a normal picture. it’s really just a picture of you and him at lunch, specifically your first date with him. and you looked SO good in that outfit. so, how could he not take 50 pictures of you in that one specific outfit? he must print them, and frame them properly

his head will peak on the phone’s corner, because, while he still wants to be in the picture, you’re the main focus SOOO,, yeah. he has other pictures, sure— but that one hits so differently

his mom and sister will end up coming across his wallpaper, when he was showing pictures of his class. they’ll basically fawn over every single detail of the picture. what more— when shouto outwardly says “yes. my s/o is so beautiful. how could i not have this picture as my wallpaper?” its cute

bonus : his wallpaper is sometimes a picture of you using your quirk. he loves how focused you look in that picture

kirishima eijirou

most likely, a picture of you resting your face against his arm. it’s such a confidence booster just seeing the picture— how could he not set it as his wallpaper? it makes him feel so manly

i think he has a separate album for that picture. an album with only one picture— yeah, definitely plausible for eijirou. it’s just such a good picture, how could he not have it’s own dedicated section? the picture never gets old to him.

he’ll also be that person that’ll have a really detailed background on why the picture happened. why, you may ask? it all started because of kaminari randomly asking him about it one day— and that was when he couldn’t stop talking he just loves flexing you, it makes him feel manly

kaminari denki

a picture of you sleeping— most likely a really ugly one, (to you, anyway) it’ll still be a nice picture to him, deadass <3

it’s a picture of you with your mouth half open, drool this 🤏 close from escaping your mouth. and your eyes are barely open— but enough to see the whites of your eyes. it was so funny to him that he just had to snap a picture.

regardless— it makes him feel better when he most especially feels insecure about himself, y’know, because everyone has those days. but don’t worry, you’re still absolutely beautiful to denki.

shinsou hitoshi

it’s a picture he snapped of you when he managed to get you in a position where you’re hanging upside down, wrapped in his capture tape. it’s quite a rare photo to anyone else that wasn’t him.

it’s his wallpaper because one, your expression is PRICELESS, and two— there was just so much to talk about, regarding the photo’s backstory. it’s also because of how cute your expression was, he could talk about it for days.

he’ll shamelessly set the picture as his lockscreen, and his homescreen. at some point, i think aizawa saw it too— but he thought nothing of it because “shinsou’s being shinsou again. i should let him.” everytime shinsou looks at his wallpaper, he can only chuckle— admiring it’s details (you can only glare at him💀)

iida tenya

i have included iida on this one, because i thought of it while i was brushing my teeth. LMAO SORRY, but his wallpaper would probably be your provisional license picture— or even a polaroid picture of the both of you

you stare at him, completely baffled “out of all of the pictures, tenya.” and he protests— explaining on how and why his wallpaper is just your provisional license’s picture, i don’t know! he was really shy when it came to taking pictures of you, so he resorted to using your license picture and it’s also a really professional picture of you so.. bonus!

but, if you do protest— he’ll set his wallpaper as a really blurry shot of you from afar🗿 due to the fact that he was literally running towards you when the picture was being taken. i also headcanon that iida isn’t really the best photographer, at least when it comes to phones.

monoma neito

its a picture of you crying while watching a sad movie 🗿 it’s not even full on ugly crying YET, but he does find it hilarious (but it’s also really pretty)

monoma forever holds it up your head, that “oh poor Y/N can’t hold in their tears for a movie” and he was going to use it for teasing purposes, but the more he observed the picture, the more he realized how good the picture is— like holy heck, it looks like an editorial shot from a magazine, and only YOU could do that.

class 1-b can only silently judge him 💀

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Nature Day!

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Clover, Sam and Alex enjoying a sunny picnic (until Jerry ruins it)

I had to reupload because it was blurry on phone for some reason, I hope it looks fine this time! I loved working on this one, I like to reimagine my childhood favorites, and the spies were a huge part of it!

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Diagnosises: What are they actually?

Some people truly need to understand that diagnosises are used to describe commonly occurring symptoms that exist alongside each other. One does not have a disorder because they are diagnosed with it or self diagnosed with it, they have it because they have those symptoms.

The line between those symptoms is not clear cut. Let me explain in the context of CDD systems.

OSDD is the diagnosis that is provided when someone does not meet the full criteria for DID. Whether or not someone is diagnosed with DID or OSDD or even CPTSD depends on the system, the psychologist, and a bunch of other circumstances.

The best example I have of what I mean is someone who was diagnosed with OSDD for lack of memory gaps became diagnosed with DID after finding one alter who they had amnesia with. DID is, by all accounts, the best diagnostic label for their experiences. As DID is a disorder formed in childhood, you cannot acquire it later in life*, they have always had DID and not OSDD. Even though they, for the most part, have no amnesia between alters.

I know of systems who are either fully diagnosed or self diagnosed with OSDD due to lack of memory problems who actually DO have amnesia. This is typically because of very minimal amnesia, slow switches never causing a "IDK where I am" moment so they don't recognise they don't remember much if any of the day, other memory based disorders so the pattern of worse memory between alters is unrecognised, or just one or two alters who front basically all the time so there's never a moment of switching out for the memory gaps to happen.

Same can be said for how distinct alters are. We have a couple alters with the same voice, very similar mannerisms, and despite having a lot of differences like names, pronouns, and sources, they are INCREDIBLY similar. If they were the only ones to front during testing as to whether or not we have DID, we might be given an OSDD diagnosis due to lack of distinctness between alters.

OSDD-1A is not just memory problems. There are several distinct states, they are just not as distinct as DID. Usually it is things like all associating with how the body looks, identifying as different emotions, identifying as the body at different ages. The line where that stops and DID starts is not clear. Depending on a psychologist, the same system could receive DID or OSDD or even something else.

There is a difference between research about the disorder and the diagnostic criteria. A major, major difference. The diagnostic process is not to see if you have a disorder, not really, it is to see if a disorder describes your experiences and, if so, which one does so the most accurately.

That is all to say that diagnosises and diagnostic labels are not what causes a disorder to happen. Diagnostic labels are just there to help describe a person's experiences and get them help.

(*About the age thing.

OSDD specifically is stated as a diffential diagnosis for DID. The mention of it being a differntial diagnosis focuses on OSDD-1.

There is OSDD-2 which is the part of the diagnostic criteria that specifies identity disruption due to things like torture.

The line between OSDD-1 and OSDD-2 are both a) not actually specified in the diagnosis and b) blurry just as with DID.

Someone cannot get DID later in life, according to research (although there is something to be said about whether or not that actually matters in the diagnostic process). With that said, if someone were to perhaps fall down a certain community rabbit hole that convinced them they could make their own system, they could potentially develop something like OSDD. That is because, in the case of OSDD specifically, there is a LOT of subtypes. Specifically a subtype entirely around having a disorder that has the core features but is not actually DID, and another subtype about coercion causing identity disruption.

And if they do not qualify for one of the other specifified diagnostic labels, there's another diagnosis (unspecified dissociative disorder) that they would be given if they had heavy dissociation (such as identity alteration) that is not better described by another disorder.)

((Reminder that me saying symptoms could meet a diagnostic criteria is not me forcing it upon you or anyone else. It is me explaining how diagnostic criterias work and that certain symptoms could meet it. I do not care if you believe your symptoms to be benign or if your psychologist/therapist does. The conversation is about people who have CDDs, not about people who do not, and therefore is not applicable to everyone who considers themselves plural. If you do not have a CDD you can interact, plural or singlet alike, but be mindful we are talking specifically about CDDs here.))

- 💙Aziraphale Xe/They/Thon

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Luca is back from school and as Alberto gets off work, excited to hang out with his friend, he finds said friend reading a book of all things, slightly sunburnt from waiting for Alberto all day.

Alberto is disappointed but not surprised. At least it’s not homework 

Edit:  Reuploading because someone told me it looked like a black hole. Apparently tables are my limit because I could not re-draw it. I know no one really cares but it makes me feel better to put this one up. Made the shadows more blurry too