#kinda sorta if you squint

[wing-dingy]

spent a lot of time on this yet bullshitted the entire background to make it vaguely r76 cosmic horror lmao

idk the idea was Soldier 76's messed up eldritch arm painfully acting up, maybe it happens whenever reaper's around? 🤷‍♀️ It's like a horror version of those soulmate aus jhfgbjhg

I just wanted to draw the skin it's one of my fave soldier skins

[stinkrascal]

Hey sorry if you’ve already answered this but I was wondering how you made vlad look good but also recognisable? Whenever I try and give him a makeover he’s either ugly or a totally different sim!

no way omg... im so flattered you think my vlad resembles ea vlad 😅

i rambled so i will put this under a cut!

so i would say focus on his eyes, nose, and mouth bc those are the features that stand out the most. im not against changing sims presets if i find their original preset is completely unworkable but try to keep the presets similar looking, like it'd be weird if you took vlad's prominent hooked nose and used a preset that gives him a button nose instead. also recommend trying to maintain similar proportions. for instance he has a very long narrow face so try to keep his chin long and pointed and his cheeks hollow.

im learning to draw rn the process is so embarrassing dont ask lmao and a tip i learned while drawing is to fill in the basic features with different colors to get an idea of your character's proportions and i think that could help when recreating a sim in your sim style!!!!!!

see as you can tell it isn't an exact match but it's similar enough for him to be recognizable. and the things which were changed still resemble his original presets so it still feels like vlad even if hes been stinkrascalified

[thatoneawkwardhorse]

Everyone hold hands and pray. Socks is getting body slammed back into the Godzilla fandom

[tetrameryxx]

Ragnat-zug, terrestrial dragon, the roiling lindwyrm beneath the earth tilling ancient soil. In a memory of flight, trapped permanently in mudstones and sandstones, fossils gleam in replaced splendor. Silts and slides form into layers, forever piling and then eroding. Ragnat-zug embodies these processes– stasis in the short term, and change in the long.

[mossattack]

that's one unusual looking vallaslin (?)

[starrymushrooms]

I CANT LOOK AT FANART CAUSE I WANNA AVOID SPOILERS BUT I CAN MAKE MY OWN!!!!! Hi TGAA community is this a good introduction to the fandom.

RIP Van Zieks he would’ve LOVED Margaritaville

[puppygirlpencil]

I finished Unleashed :3 enjoyed it <3

[ask-johnnyverse]

Are you sure that you and Kenshi are just close 'Bestfriend' and nothing more than that?

Where’d you get the idea we’d be anything more?

You’re acting crazy right now.

[Art by Mod Eddie]

[optiwashere]

Nocturne, Baby's breath? Mostly I wonder how will you manage to turn it into angst.

You know what... fair enough lmao. Thanks for requesting this one! 💜

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Baby's Breath: a wholesome moment

The first time Nocturne awoke outside the cloister, she didn’t know what to do with herself. She had no routine to follow, no duties to observe. At least she knew she wasn’t alone.

The fifth time Nocturne awoke like this, they were in a noisy roadside inn. The bed was warm, and there was only one. At least she knew they were safe.

The thirtieth time Nocturne awoke after gathering her courage was to the smell of a freshly planted garden under the windowsill by their bed. Shadowheart snuggled into her chest, still asleep.

What else was there to know?

[hi-note]

Kaden in elphelt's color 4 scheme because his design MIGHT be influenced. Just a little.

What's that? You wanted a time lapse? With the last minute of elphelt's theme playing in the background? What? Nobody asked for that? Oh well I have one anyways

[this-is-a-username124]

Gasp...the phantom miis....

(Just silly tomodachi life things :P)

[callmecastiel]

Can't really think of words to say other than this is a redraw of a redraw and quite frankly put I still am in awe at just how much I've improved in the two years since I've made the original version. Also up to just about 190 documented images of Rattus so. I think they're my favorite sona.

[aquaticsmores-tadc-sideblog]

New AU go brrrr

[xxswagcorexx]

not related to the prev 2 asks at all. hehe

[andiloveyouinpieces]

From Nowhere; From A Place That Isn’t Mine

Or: The Piece of the Berlin Wall in My Attic

There is a piece of the Berlin Wall in my attic. It is my only piece of Germany.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀🙠 ❇ 🙢

All of my family spoke German. My mom learned as a kid, and went back for college; My dad and I learned in school; My brother picked up the phrases dropped around the house.

My mom helps me learn while I’m in middle school-- We whisper back and forth: Ich liebe dich, Mutti, I say, My lips stumbling on the chs, Muddying the vowels of liebe.

But it’s ok. Ich liebe dich auch, Schatzi

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀🙠 ❇ 🙢

It is nineteen seventy-four And I am five years old. My mom takes me to the corner store 'Cuz I can buy eggs for her. She doesn’t speak German so good, But I do, picking up the harsh consonants With the grace of a child.

It is nineteen seventy-four, And every Sunday the villagers sit by the river shore. I don’t understand yet, But my parents tell me of a border, Closed too fast, Of family left behind, Of mothers and brothers Gone off to market forever.

It is nineteen seventy-four, And my dog goes for a swim. I don’t understand why my mother screams.

It is nineteen seventy-four, And the border guards  In their shiny boats Train their guns onto my beloved lab mix.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀🙠 ❇ 🙢

I know nothing of Germany first-hand. I realize this many times, in many places-- I realize in a silly German-themed restaurant With a stein of Bier in front of me, Three plates of Wurst on the table, When suddenly the guy across from me leans over to ask So, how authentic is the sauerkraut?

I don’t know. How would I know. The sauerkraut I’ve had mostly comes  From bags in the supermarket.

But I think of my mother anyways, And decide she would like the lager And the live accordion music And the cheer of Prost! after every song. So I say: It’s pretty good.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀🙠 ❇ 🙢

It is nineteen seventy-eight, And my father’s coworkers come for dinner. He doesn’t talk much about work. I’m old enough now to know he can’t, And old enough too to know How he never says the things that matter.

We have steak.  Steak! real steak. We can’t afford steak, Or the elegant bottle of red wine that goes with it. The coworkers wear fancy uniforms. My dad wears his too.

I’m sent to bed between the steak and the wine But I already learned the words ‘intelligence operation’ long ago.

It is nineteen seventy-eight-- I’m whisked to bed as the men speak English.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀🙠 ❇ 🙢

We all spoke German, once, But my mom was truly fluent. She was never one for grammar, Oh, but her pronunciation was spot on.

We met a man on the beach one winter, Nobody out but us and him. He was visiting Florida from Munich, he said, While I stumble through an introduction.

My mother made their conversation sound like art.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀🙠 ❇ 🙢

It is nineteen seventy-eight again: I turn nine sitting on moving boxes. I go to school in Virginia. I forget my Deutsch.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀🙠 ❇ 🙢

My mom used to correct my dad’s pronunciation. He’d hold up the empty bottle of milk Laughing Es ist tot Or tell her Ich habe keine Idee And she’d laugh back and tell him To make sure the ch was in the back of his throat.

To be fair to my dad, He never spoke much High German. He learned some in the classroom, sure, But he knew Pennsylvania Dutch, With the vowels shifted, And the words swapped out. Still, he’d spent enough time in the classroom To know all the High German grammar.

Funny how neither was truly German: My mom from Virginia,  And her parents from somewhere, Maryland; My dad struggling through the language of the Amish, Despite being presbyterian.

A family from nowhere, White wonderbread, And yet,

He knew so much grammar, then. She knew the word for everything. 

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀🙠 ❇ 🙢

It is nineteen eighty-eight; I live in Hamburg now, Just for the year. I love it.

I speak German again, A few semesters of classes, Plus cajoling my advisor to let me go, And I know more German than ever.

I mostly use it to order beer and rice pudding. I’m too broke for fancy food.

My friends are broke students too, And they dodge the cops on the U-bahn Using an overly thick American accent To stutter out the words “Ich nicht Fernseher!” 'Til the cops let them go, Muttering “dumme Amerikaner!” at their backs.

It is nineteen eighty-eight; I backpack around the country during school breaks And cross at Checkpoint Charlie while in Berlin. I laugh at the cardboard cars with my friend. She’s nearly arrested going back through-- She changed some money in a back alley And got caught-- But it’s fine, we’re young and stupid and invincible. We make it through questioning just fine.

It is nineteen eighty-eight And I’m in love with Deutschland.

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I’ve been watching my parents forget their German for years. My mom struggles to remember anything more than basic words. My dad’s pronunciation isn’t really Pennsylvanian now, just poor.

I’m not sure I can say I’ve forgotten mine When I don’t think I count as having ever known.

It’s been years for all of us, Years since the year in Hamburg, Years since the classes.

I know less than a hundred words of German, Most of which are crude. I can’t ask basic questions, But I can make that one joke about a Handy.

I can taste the bitterness of my accent, Thick on everything I try to say, The vowels shifting, The consonants rounding out, Softening.

I still have the eszett down, And of course I would be good at the scharfes S; What am I if not sharp enough to sting, If not spießig, weiß, und Scheiße?

Scheiße auf das, Scheiße auf mich, Scheiße auf meine schlechtes Deutsch.

How funny that I trip on the vowels of liebe, Even now; I’m still fucking up the only word that matters.

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It is nineteen eighty-nine, Early november, And I listen to the radio. The USSR has been falling to bits, The iron curtain long since opened.

Someone announces the wall is falling.

It is the ninth of November,  and I’m ordering train tickets. My classes are important, But this is history.

I don’t know it yet, but my masters thesis will be on this moment.

It is the ninth and then the tenth of November, And there’s a crowd at the wall. I’m part of it.

We’re breaking it down bit by bit, The wave of people doing the work of demolition teams. I break off pieces with my own hands.

It is November tenth, nineteen eighty-nine, And I hold a chunk of unified Berlin.

                   🙠 ❇ 🙢

It is twenty twenty-four, And I do not speak German,  And there is a piece of the Berlin wall in my attic.

[sluturu]

GAG ON IT .ᐟ — N. KENTO ୨‧₊˚✩

about. the only thing you want more than anything in the world is to get your boyfriend off but… you don't know how. luckily, nanami kento is a great teacher.

pairing. nanami kento x f!reader (non-sorcerer au)

wc. 2.6k

cw. dom!nanami, sub!virgin reader, (messy) oral (m. receiving), humiliation kink (if you squint), reader has a heavy praise kink, f!masturbation, pet names, face f!cking + deepthroating, head-pusher nanamin <3, slight angst (again, if you squint), reader is kinda insecure about lack of experience, lots of praise and validation ♡

kit’s note. hi, i'm (sorta) new here so pls forgive my writing and any mistakes... i haven't written in, like, 84 years and this really wasn’t supposed to be as long as it is. nonetheless, i hope u enjoy my very first jjk fic — kit ୨ৎ

nanami kento was one sexually experienced man. 

you knew this. from the very first glance, it was undeniable. something in the way he carried himself, the gravity of his presence, told you—no, assured you—that he would unravel you, reshape you, and leave his mark in ways you couldn’t yet comprehend.

and, of course, you were correct.

you, however, were his perfect contradiction, a stark contrast that bled into everything you had built together, evident in every moment, every choice, every collision of your worlds.

nanami was your first boyfriend, and while school had offered its version of ‘sex education’ and the internet had no shortage of explicit material, none of it had ever translated into real experience—well, until him.

you’ve been turned on before, no doubt about it. you’ve given yourself a few weak orgasms with an amazon vibrator, sure. but the carnal desire you got when nanami was around was a feeling you’d never experienced before. how could a man be so hot and sweet and turn you on without even trying? he was perfect. beyond perfect. 

and he was respectful. always so respectful. he wanted your first time to be everything you’ve ever dreamed of because he knows that’s what everyone deserves– it’s what you, above all, deserve. that’s why he decided to take it slow regardless of his personal desires. 

it started with soft pecks. the teeny tiny ones that had you aching for more. those slowly led to real kisses, his tongue seeking solace in your mouth, roaming and exploring the new territory. then came the make out sessions, him leaving love bites on your neck while you rocked yourself against him subconsciously. which finally verged on him eating you out with his thick, long fingers fucking in and out of your cunt. 

he was amazing– so mind-boggling that you couldn’t make sense of it. while you knew that he knew what he was doing, it had you appalled. he could make you cum one, two, three times in one sitting and you’ve never even heard of anything like this in your friends’ sex lives. 

there was one miniscule problem with nanami, though. when you would ask if he needed help with the big… issue in his pants, he’d brush you off with a “don’t worry about me, sweetheart,” like the gentleman he is.

the more and more he refused your helping hand, the worse you felt. why should you be the only one that gets to feel good? especially when it’s at the hand of someone as compassionate and caring as nanami. 

the insecurities had been festering within you for a while now. all you wanted was for him to feel good. you wanted him to have the same toe-curling experiences that he gives you. you wanted him to cum for you, because of you.

you’d hoped that one day, he might ask you for help to get him off, yet that day never came. 

it’s why you decided to take matters into your own hands, asking him to come over to your apartment and dropping to your knees the second he entered your home. you gave him the biggest doe eyes and pout you could muster. 

he was stunned, mouth ajar and eyes widened. you’re not usually so bold with him, which was fine. admittedly, he always thought your aversion to talking about sexual things was kinda cute. 

still awestruck after a minute, he breathily asks, “sweetheart, wh-what are you…” 

“well, ken, i’ve been thinking about you and me a lot lately and i realized… you’re always so giving… ‘n you’re always taking such good care of me.” you shyly trail off him as your hands itched to touch him… to take his cock into your hands– into your mouth. “i wanna take care of you now, if you’d let me?”

“you don’t have to do that, my love. i do those things because i want to, not because i have to. you should know that.” he says, airly. a voice that you’ve only ever heard a handful of times. one that makes your cunt pulse. 

“i know. i jus’ want you to use my mouth, ken. you’re… you’re always making me feel good,” you beg with your eyes. “wanna make you feel good, too.”

“oh, baby,” he smiles softly at you, hand cupping your cheek while his finger brushes over the pout on your lips. “but you always make me feel good.” 

you slightly open your mouth allowing his thumb to enter. your lips wrap around his finger, eyes fluttering close and a broken, needy moan sounding in your throat. you suck the way you’d actually suck him off, hand coming to wrap around his wrist while your tongue swirls around him.

nanami holds back his moan at the sight of you crazed and depraved. he’s seen you needy before but never to this degree. never so eager to please.

“fuck,” he muttered to himself, slipping his thumb out of your mouth and smearing your saliva over your lips. he pulls your bottom lip down, “you want it that bad, princess?”

 you nodded, “please— so bad, kento.” 

and he could never say no to you. especially not when you’re giving him teary eyes and that voice. 

so he nods, unbuttoning his pants and pulling the zipper down. the sound alone excites you, yet you can’t help but feel the apprehension of being face to face with his cock. 

nothing could’ve prepared you for the sight before you. while you’d felt him through his pants during your messy makeout sessions, his intimidating size exceeded your expectations by a mile. you accepted the challenge, nonetheless. 

and now, here you were struggling to take his cock down your throat. and while he’d been praising you like crazy, you knew good and well he wasn’t getting off anytime soon. it’s when he suggested eating you out instead, you knew that your attempts were futile.

“you wanna try again, baby?” nanami coos softly as he strokes the top of your head. “we can stop if you wanna… i can eat that pretty pussy instead, i don’t mind at all.” the suggestion makes your heat throb but you shake your head incessantly. you can do this.

you look up at him through your wet lashes and he twitches in your dainty hand. “i wanna make you cum for once.” the words tumble out of your swollen lips in a mutter. 

he frowns, hands coming back to your cheeks, only this time, the pads of his thumbs meet the wet, heated skin, brushing away the remainder of your tears.

you might be too good for him. you don’t even know how many times the thought of you alone has gotten nanami off. you don’t know how many cold showers he’s had to take, how much self-control it takes to be around you.

he sighs, squishing your face and forces you to look up at him. “alright, sweetheart, open wide for me, yeah? i’ll guide you.” his hands force you to nod. your heart skips a beat and the kaleidoscope of butterflies swarm wildly in your stomach. 

you oblige almost immediately, parting your lips, ready to (try and) take him again. 

“‘kay, we’re gonna go slow. remember to breathe through your nose– and no teeth.” he instructs and you’re nodding, wrapping your pretty lips around his gorgeous length. “i’ll let you lead, you can move your head down a little more when you’re ready, yeah?”

nanami sharply exhales when he feels the warmth of your mouth. heat spreads through his toned body like a wildfire– you drive him crazy. 

even more crazy when you suddenly remember what you’ve seen in the pornos your friends forced you to watch. you look up at him through your lashes, letting your tongue swipe against the slit of his cock. “fuck, that’s it, sweet girl. use that tongue.”

you don’t know why, but the whispered curse that slips from his plump lips– lips that are raw from the way he can’t stop gnawing at them– has you arching into him. your cunt is begging for friction, so much so that it has you weeping. your eyes and your pussy. 

his praise spurs you on and you push your head down some more. it makes you gag, yes, but you remember what he said, breathing heavily through your nose. you’re already crying and looking back up to see his face contorted in pleasure has you taking him deeper and deeper. you need more of these reactions– you don’t think you’ve ever wanted anything more, but that could be the need to please clouding your judgment. 

nanami can’t resist the urge to fuck your cute little face when you look at him like that. the tears… the big, wide eyes trying to keep contact with his eyes… the way you look like a complete, utter mess all for him. 

he moves his hands to dig into your hair before pushing you some more. the tip of his cock gets lodged in your tight throat and he loses it when he feels you attempting to swallow around him.

he throws his head back and lets out an echoing moan. “you’re suuuch a good girl. take my cock so well, pretty. ‘m so p-proud of you.” he praises. “so good f’me, aren’t you?” 

you choke, letting the tears fall without an ounce of shame, but you nod with your mouth full of cock. you could care less about the way he’s actively bruising your throat, you’re making him feel good… and that makes you feel good. so good that you’re subtly fucking the air in hopes your boyfriend doesn’t notice.

“yeaaah, you are…” he hums, looking back down at you, taking him like the good girl you are. of course he notices you, he has a keen eye for these things. “aw, look at you. so needy… ‘s sucking me off getting you hot ‘n bothered?”

you whine in agreement, vibrating him to his core. you choke at the words, spluttering all over his cock creating bubbles of saliva at the base. his hands tug on your hair, pulling you off and it leaves you heaving, soft sobs ripping from your throat. 

“tell me, sweetheart. i wanna make sure my girl is always satisfied.” he demands in a somewhat authoritative tone.

“k-ken, don’t care ‘bout that– i-i wan’ you to cum,” you practically beg to have him back in your mouth, but his hands in your hair hold you still. 

he shakes his head, “uh-uh, none of that. go ahead and play with yourself for me, just like i taught you. you remember that, don’t you, my love?” 

he makes your head nod again, his cock throbbing at the sight of your drool covering the entirety of your chin. 

you let out a shaky breath as your hand moves from his muscular thigh to the waistband of your shorts. as you slip inside, your fingers find your desperate clit, rubbing it in circles the way he taught you. “k-ken, pl-please,” you moan.

he shudders, stomach flipping and cock twitching eagerly like he’s some teenager who’s never been touched. “please what, pretty girl?” he asks, his attempts to mask his neediness were vain and it was starting to show. 

“please, fuck my face, kento. ple–” your words are muffled by nanami shoving his cock back into your mouth. 

he lets his composure fly out the window, the guttural groan he’s been keeping down comes out loud– loud enough to make your eyes widen. “g-god, sweetheart– you’re… you’re gonna drive me–” he pushes your head down, squeezing his eyes shut as you swallow around him again. “insane. fuck, you’re so good, so good for me– fuck, baby, you’re making me feel so good.” 

nanami knows he’ll probably regret rambling like this later, but, unbeknownst to him, it has you rubbing your clit like your life depends on it. messy circles over the unduly sensitive bud while he thrusts into your mouth with just as much vigor. 

you gag and gag and the only thing it does is make nanami whine. he will definitely hate himself later for losing his self control, but right now? he’s madly in love with you and he’s showing it by giving you exactly what you want. pounding his cock into your mouth, using your face just like you asked. 

your eyes roll and brows furrow in ecstasy, the now-familiar knot in your tummy forms with zeal. 

“sweetheart– ugh, forgive me.” he moans, voice cracking handsomely. “fuck, baby. ‘m gonna cum– y-you’re making it so hard to hold back.” 

why would you want him to? that’s the exact opposite of what you want. you try to relay that by snaking your free hand to the back of his thigh and pulling him towards you. 

he hears your actions loud and clear and, before you know it, you feel the ribbons of seed painting your throat as his cock twitches uncontrollably. 

the groans that leave his mouth are sinful. you’ve never heard him sound like this in the entirety of your time together— so unhinged and feral. you find that what’s coming out of his mouth might be your favorite sound ever and it’s definitely become your favorite side of him. the side of nanami where he’s the complete opposite of his otherworldly, chivalrous self. the gentleman you’ve grown to know and love is a hungry, filthy, masked freak and you fear that you’ve just released a beast upon you. not that you mind in the slightest. the thought only excites you further.

“god, you’re such a good fucking girl,” he says through gritted teeth. “so pretty and perfect, all for me. my good girl.” 

your fingers work faster at the praise and your muffled whimpers grow louder. all the while, your mouth overflows with his heavy load and you feel it beginning to leak from the corners of your lips. 

once nanami notices, he pulls himself out of your mouth and you cough, choking over the exorbitant amounts of cum in attempts to swallow all of it. 

“k-ken,” you heave, your voice hoarse. your fingers are still rubbing at your clit, uncoordinated, yet it’s getting the job done. “did i do okay?” 

nanami’s still coming down from his mind blowing orgasm, chest huffing and puffing, but when he hears you seeking validation, he’s on his knees before you in an instant. 

his hand slips in your panties and finds yours, your nimble fingers toying with your bud. 

“so well. now c’mere,” he mutters. his fingers guide yours— he’s simply moving yours for you— and his other hand comes to cup your cheek. hungry for a taste, he slams his lips against yours, tongue invading your mouth despite the fact that he just came in it. 

his fingers move yours faster and faster and you don’t even realize he’s pushing yours aside to take over. 

you’re so weak when it comes to him. with him tonguing your mouth and his fingers working you, it’s no wonder you're coming undone in less than a minute.

you moan a mantra of his name into his, your body going taut as the knot in your tummy unravels. 

he lets you ride it out, playing with your cunt till your shaky hands wrap around his wrist and you pull his hand away. 

he moves his lips to your cheek, trailing wet pecks all the way to your ear. he whispers in your ear, tugging on the lobe with his teeth.

“i might be addicted to your pretty little mouth, sweetheart.”

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