#there will likely be more of these. i have more things in my gallery

[narcjsistx]

— 𝐉𝐔𝐒𝐓 𝐀 𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐋𝐄 𝐊𝐈𝐒𝐒 ; words: 0.4k

"What do you mean you've never given a kiss?"

Sitting so close to him, you're surprised to see him so serious about such a topic. In your head you had often imagined who knows what things about RINDOU HAITANI, but in none of these you imagined him as someone who had yet to have his first kiss. He's a delinquent, who knows how many girls have fallen at his feet all these years... and he still has to kiss?

He looks down, a light pink blush coloring his pale skin "I'm not as desperate as my brother. I wanted to wait, that's all" he says taking your hands in his, squeezing them gently as he begins to massage your knuckles. You observe how your hands seem intended for his, how together they almost look like a painting, one of those you often saw in the art galleries you visited together. Maybe all the thoughts you've had about him so far are wrong, perhaps more than you care to admit

"But you told me you wanted to kiss me" you say unsure, still with the words from earlier echoing in your mind. Rindou looks up not letting go of your hands, but his sudden boldness is betrayed by his tense shoulders and the way he breathes, almost as if he's out of air "So what? I'm tired of waiting"

"It's strange, I thought..." you say stuttering, but he interrupts you "I know, the usual story of the delinquent with all the women at his feet, who kisses them and even spends the night together. No, I'm not exactly that kind of person... plus, I spent half my life in prison, let's say there weren't many women there" he says, and you can't help but chuckle a little at the last part of his sentence "Maybe I just thought wrong"

"I can prove the opposite to you, that there is a part of delinquents who if they love a girl, only her exists" he says, his hand leaving yours as he shyly cups your chin. Two purple amethysts study your soul, as you slowly relax under his touch, the distance between your lips slowly reducing to zero

You have always been used to toxic loves, decent guys who however had no intention of treating you as you deserved. Yet, since you met him, he who has always been the opposite of them at least in appearance, has given you everything you deserved even before actually being in a relationship. He, a delinquent, who would get the whole Roppongi beaten up if you asked him, just to see you smile for a few seconds

"Can I, then?" he asks softly, his breath beating against your cold lips, divided by only one millimetre "You can"

✶ 𝐌𝐘 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 ; take a look, trust me!

[kreayshawni]

pls…. i js want to kiss bill…im so embarrassed but i need that geeky white boy, i wanna put him in my pocket.

i’ll take anything xreader you give me

OFCC !! thank youuu for the request (*￣3￣)╭

kissing bill would include...

this is literally the only time he's ever brushed his teeth. you know how in cartoons they spray like.. perfume in their mouths while getting ready, he does that with his cologne before spluttering and trying to get the taste out because that'd be disgusting

his lips are chapped and bitten i fear..

it starts off as a small peck till he just melts in your softness. but at first, since he has no idea what he's doing, he just kinda sits there. not reciprocating.

the second time he's more confident, so it's just sloppy. clashing tongues, spit all over your chin, so. you have to teach him to be more gentle.

his hands are usually on the back of your head to pull you closer, or they're around your waist to keep you in place.

if you wear lipgloss or anything that can leave a mark, he'll act like he's mad at you for it, but he secretly loves it. he doesn't even bother wiping it off most of the time.

from now on he NEEDS a kiss from you before leaving your house or vice versa. he mainly just wants to taste you for the rest of the day.

this makes him brush his teeth more. and take better care of his skin, cause one time you tried kissing his forehead, and your lips brushed a pimple. you refused anymore after that.

he buys chapstick for you now, usually things that're his favorite flavor. like banana cause he's a freak.

if he's feeling romantic, he'll kiss your moles or freckles if you have any.

he just likes kissing you in general. it doesn't even have to be your lips. your shoulders, your hands, your cheeks, just you.

'' i wanna be your only friend, i only go all the way ''

[gothicxreylover]

Hya, whenever you’re free, can you do yandere hashira with artist reader who draws everyone they love, but when the hashira looks in their sketchbook they’re nowhere to be found, and when they ask reader about it they simply say “That’s because I don’t love you, and I only draw people I love like family.”

“Unsketched Devotion”

Your art was a reflection of your heart—a gallery of faces belonging to those you cherished. Each line and shadow captured the essence of your comrades, the ones you saw as family. Yet, your sketchbook held no trace of the Hashira. Not a single page was dedicated to them. And that was a mistake you couldn’t undo.

Giyuu Tomioka

Giyuu found your sketchbook by accident, picking it up when you left it unattended in the courtyard. As he flipped through the pages, his stoic expression barely shifted. Portraits of your friends stared back at him—each sketch lovingly detailed, each face marked by the unmistakable care of the artist. But as he reached the end, he realized none of the drawings included him.

When he confronted you, his voice was quiet but edged with a rare intensity. “Why am I not in your sketches, Y/N?”

You met his gaze, unflinching. “Because I don’t love you, Giyuu. I only draw the people I love like family.”

His eyes narrowed, lips pressed into a thin line. The stillness that followed was suffocating, a brewing storm concealed behind a mask of indifference. But the damage was done. From that moment on, Giyuu became a silent shadow, always watching, his unspoken yearning sharpening into something more dangerous.

Shinobu Kocho

Shinobu’s delicate fingers leafed through your sketchbook with feigned curiosity, her smile never faltering. Each lovingly crafted portrait of your friends and comrades felt like a dagger pressed against her heart. There was not a single sketch of her, not even a quick doodle.

“My, my… How strange,” she mused aloud, violet eyes glinting. “Why am I not in your sketches, Y/N?”

The truth fell from your lips without hesitation. “I don’t love you, Shinobu. I only draw people I love like family.”

Her smile widened, but her eyes darkened. “Is that so?” she whispered, each word dipped in venomous sweetness. Though she maintained her usual facade, Shinobu’s possessive nature bloomed, twisted roots of obsession sinking deeper into her soul. She would ensure you realized how wrong you were, one gentle manipulation at a time.

Kyojuro Rengoku

Kyojuro held your sketchbook as if it were a sacred text, the vibrant portraits inside radiating warmth that now felt bitterly cold. His fiery eyes dimmed, the usual brightness shadowed by confusion.

“Y/N!” he called, voice booming but tinged with hurt. “Why have you not drawn me?”

You met his earnest gaze, the truth burning on your tongue. “Because I don’t love you, Rengoku. I only draw the people I love like family.”

His shoulders stiffened, eyes narrowing ever so slightly. “I see.” His voice was softer now, almost a whisper. “I shall work hard to earn a place in your heart then.”

But his determination twisted into an obsession. Kyojuro’s once-warm attentiveness became a consuming flame, intent on igniting your affections until you had no choice but to acknowledge him—permanently.

Sanemi Shinazugawa

Sanemi’s rough hands flipped through the pages with an increasing fury, each portrait of your loved ones a cruel reminder of his exclusion. The lines of his face tightened, eyes narrowing with barely-contained rage.

“The hell is this?” he snarled, throwing the sketchbook down in front of you. “Why didn’t you draw me?”

Your reply was blunt, unwavering. “I don’t love you, Sanemi. I only draw the people I love like family.”

A bitter laugh escaped him, wild eyes blazing. “You think that’ll stop me? I’ll make you love me if it’s the last damn thing I do.”

From that day, his obsession became violent—a storm of passion that threatened to tear you apart if you didn’t yield. He would force himself into your life, carving his presence into your heart whether you wanted him there or not.

Tengen Uzui

Tengen’s confident smirk faded as he flipped through your sketchbook, his wives peeking over his shoulder with furrowed brows. Not a single image of him adorned your pages—a glaring omission he couldn’t ignore.

“Why haven’t you drawn me, flashy as I am?” he asked, his tone unusually subdued.

You met his expectant gaze, your answer simple but piercing. “Because I don’t love you, Tengen. I only draw the people I love like family.”

His eyes narrowed, the jovial facade cracking. “That just means I need to become the center of your world.”

His obsession with you intensified, his usual flamboyant charm turning into a suffocating presence. His wives became equally invested, conspiring with him to entangle you in their lives, convinced that your heart was simply waiting to be dazzled by their love.

Mitsuri Kanroji

Mitsuri’s eyes welled up with tears as she looked through your sketchbook, each page a painful reminder that she was not among your cherished subjects. Her lip trembled as she turned to you, a mixture of heartbreak and desperate hope in her gaze.

“Y/N-chan… why haven’t you drawn me?”

Your response was gentle but firm. “Because I don’t love you, Mitsuri. I only draw people I love like family.”

Her tears fell freely, but a strange light sparked in her eyes. “That just means I have to love you even more until you can’t help but love me back!”

Her obsession grew suffocating, her affection becoming overbearing as she clung to you, determined to become the center of your world, even if it meant smothering you with her love.

Muichiro Tokito

Muichiro stared at your sketchbook with a blank expression, the absence of his image causing a stir he couldn’t quite identify. Slowly, he turned to you, his voice monotone but edged with something darker.

“Why am I not in your sketches?”

You answered honestly, your words clear and steady. “Because I don’t love you, Muichiro. I only draw people I love like family.”

His eyes darkened, a rare intensity taking hold. “Then I’ll make sure you love me. No matter how long it takes.”

Muichiro’s obsession became a silent storm, his seemingly aloof nature masking the depth of his fixation. He would haunt your every step, ensuring you never forgot his presence until your heart surrendered to him.

Obanai Iguro

Obanai’s mismatched eyes glared at the sketchbook, each page a reminder of his exclusion from your heart. His voice was low, simmering with anger. “Why am I not in your drawings, Y/N?”

Your reply was blunt, a cold truth. “Because I don’t love you, Obanai. I only draw people I love like family.”

His grip on his sword tightened, the air growing colder. “You’ll learn to love me,” he whispered, a chilling promise. “I’ll make sure of it.”

From that moment, Obanai’s obsession consumed him, his every move calculated to draw you closer, to force your hand into sketching his face—if only to capture the fear in your eyes.

Aoi Kanzaki

Aoi found your sketchbook one evening while tidying up the Butterfly Estate. She hadn’t meant to snoop, but curiosity got the best of her. As she flipped through the pages, admiration flickered in her blue eyes—your drawings were beautiful, filled with so much love and warmth.

But that warmth never extended to her.

Her expression hardened as she reached the last page, her grip tightening. Not a single sketch of her.

Later, she confronted you, her voice sharp but controlled. “Why didn’t you draw me?”

You hesitated, but lying would only make things worse. “…Because I don’t love you, Aoi. I only draw the people I love like family.”

For a long moment, she just stared at you, her usual firm exterior wavering. Something unreadable flickered in her gaze, something dangerous. Then, she exhaled slowly, her fingers digging into the fabric of her uniform.

“I see.” Her voice was quieter than usual. “That’s… disappointing.”

She didn’t argue, didn’t yell—but her actions spoke louder than words. From that day on, Aoi became impossibly attentive, inserting herself into every aspect of your life. Every meal was prepared by her hands. Every injury tended by her personally. Every escape blocked by her ever-watchful eyes.

You didn’t love her?

That was fine.

She would simply become irreplaceable until you couldn’t imagine a life without her.

Kanao Tsuyuri

Kanao was quiet when she found your sketchbook. She had been watching you draw for weeks, waiting patiently for the moment you would turn your attention to her. But as she flipped through the pages, her fingers delicately tracing the faces you had so lovingly drawn, she felt something unfamiliar coil in her chest.

She wasn’t there.

Not a single sketch of her.

She found you later, her soft voice carrying a quiet intensity. “Why am I not in your drawings, Y/N?”

You met her gaze, calm and unwavering. “Because I don’t love you, Kanao. I only draw people I love like family.”

Silence.

Her grip on the sketchbook tightened ever so slightly. Her coin—her constant source of decision-making—remained tucked away in her pocket. For once, she didn’t need it.

“…That’s okay,” she murmured, her voice light, almost detached. “I’ll just have to change that.”

And change it, she did.

From that day forward, Kanao was never far from your side. She followed you like a shadow, her silent presence a constant weight. Every time you picked up a pencil, she was there—watching, waiting.

You didn’t love her now.

But one day, you would.

And when that day came, your sketchbook would be filled with her face, page after page, until no one else remained.

[fuck1ng-queen]

Less Complicated

Noah Sebastian x Reader

Words: 1.6k

Warnings: none actually, enemies to lovers

Author comments: hey bestiessss! this is the first oneshot i'm posting to celebrate valentine's day with bad omens and i'm so excited to this week because i'll post one per day! i hope you all like it and see you tomorrow! 💕

The wind was blowing so hard you could hear it. You pressed your arms against your body, trying your best to close your coat around you. The leafless trees danced under the light of the streetlamps. A few small piles of snow piled up on the damp sidewalks, reflecting the brightness of the shop windows decorated with red hearts and shiny letters. The distant sound of laughter and conversations between couples walking by created a cozy backdrop, contrasting with your loneliness as you walked. Valentine's Day had never been a special day for you, it was just another one when the world around you was immersed in hearts and flowers. As you walked to the café on the corner, the one you always went to when you felt lonely, your thoughts were occupied with the upcoming exhibition you were organizing for the local gallery. It was the only thing that still kept you distracted from it all.

The sound of music in the distance caught your attention. You frowned in disapproval as you recognized the melody of the famous song by the band you avoided listening to so much. More specifically, the lead singer you'd rather forget: Noah.

Noah had always been a constant presence in your life, but not always for the best reasons. Ever since high school, your lives seemed intertwined by an inexplicable rivalry. He was the kind of person who always made a point of annoying you, as if he knew exactly where every single one of your vulnerabilities was. How could someone who hated you so much get to know you so well? And to make things worse, he did it with pleasure, always with a smile on his face that at the time you could die for, but you would never tell anyone that you found it attractive.

The music in the distance brought back memories. The fierce competitions to be the best student in the class, the discussions about who was the most creative in the projects, the challenging looks you exchanged every chance you got. Noah always found a way to unsettle you, with his unfunny jokes and constant teasing. He knew exactly how to make you angry.

“Do you really think you can beat me?” Noah scoffed after one of the many competitions you’ve entered.

“At least I make an effort, unlike you who only rely on your own cheap charm,” you retorted, with sparks in your eyes.

“Charm? I didn’t know you noticed,” he replied with that mischievous smile that only pissed you off even more.

Inside the café, the warmth and the scents welcomed you. You took off your coat and sat down by the window, opening your computer to revise a few things. You were so immersed in your work that you almost didn't notice when a man entered the café, shaking the snow out of his hair and heading for the counter. He looked different from what you remembered, maybe more mature, but still with that carefree air that irritated you so much. You blinked a few times until you believed it was none other than Noah.

“I can’t believe it.” His voice brought you back to reality.

You looked up, forcing a polite smile. “Noah.”

“You here? I swear I didn’t expect to see you.” He smiled, and you had to fight the urge to roll your eyes.

“I’m working. What about you?”

“Show. We're in town. It looks like the band is still following you,” he joked, and you let out a sigh.

“Unfortunately, it seems so.” You turned your attention back to the screen, trying to put an end to the conversation.

But Noah wasn't the type of person to be ignored so easily. He ordered a coffee and sat down at your table, facing you. “Why are you always so serious? Isn't it Valentine's Day? You should be having fun.”

“And what about you? Where's your romantic day?” you replied, raising an eyebrow.

“I don't have one. My passion is music, remember?” He shrugged, taking a sip of coffee.

“Of course. How could I forget?” you replied, with a touch of sarcasm. “You play everywhere.”

“You always notice, then” he laughed, making you roll your eyes. “But what about you, still organizing those art exhibitions?” Noah asked, trying to strike up a conversation.

“Yes, that's my job,” you replied as dryly as you could, turning your eyes back to your laptop.

“You know, you really take all this seriously. Haven't you ever thought about relaxing a bit?” he teased.

You sighed and closed your laptop with an audible click. “Noah, why do you always feel the need to tease me?”

“Because it's fun to see you get angry,” he replied with a mischievous grin. “But maybe I also like to see you a little out of your comfort zone.”

“You don't change, do you? Always the same Noah, eager to be the center of attention,” you retorted, crossing your arms.

“And you, always so focused, so determined,” he said softly. “Maybe that's what I admire about you.”

You couldn't help but be surprised by the honesty in his voice. “Admire? You?”

“Yes. As much as we fight, I've always admired your passion for what you do. We're artists, we can't deny that we're passionate, and I admire that in you. Even if I don't say it often,” Noah admitted, looking directly into your eyes.

You felt disconcerted. You weren't used to this vulnerable version of Noah, let alone a compliment from him, or the way you felt, unable to arm yourself for a response. You looked away, trying to process what he had said.

“Well, thanks, I guess,” you mumbled, not knowing what to say.

Noah smiled, realizing that he had managed to disarm you. “Who knows, maybe we should try being friends for once?”

You arched an eyebrow, still skeptical. “Friends? I don't know if we're ready for that.”

“Maybe not now, but who knows in the future?” Noah replied, getting up to leave. “Anyway, it was good to see you. Good luck with the new exhibition.”

“Thank you, Noah. Good luck with your presentation,” you replied, watching as Noah left the café.

(...)

In the following days, you tried to concentrate on your work, but the conversation with Noah kept going through your head. He seemed different, more sincere, more vulnerable. It made you uneasy.

On the opening night of the exhibition, you were nervous. The lights in the gallery shone brightly, reflecting the meticulously selected paintings and sculptures. You ran your eyes over everything, as if there were still some detail or other that might have gone unnoticed, in an attempt to suppress your nervousness.

“It's perfect,” Noah's voice sounded next to you, soft and encouraging.

You turned to him, surprised to see him there. “What are you doing here?”

“I came to support you. We're artists, I know how lonely today can be for you. I thought you might need a friend tonight,” he said with a warm smile.

You felt a genuine wave of gratitude at that moment, making you smile back. “Thank you, Noah. It means a lot to me.”

“Can I ask you something?” Noah hesitated, as if choosing every word he was going to say.

“Of course,” you replied, curious.

“Why have you always hated me so much?” The question was direct, but there was a vulnerability in his voice that made you feel your stomach lurch.

You took a deep breath, staring at him. “It was never hate, Noah. I think it was... fear. Fear of how you made me feel. You were always so free, so confident, and I didn't know how to deal with it.”

“Fear?” Noah asked, surprised. “I never wanted to scare you. I always thought you hated me because well... I've always been a jerk to you.”

You laughed softly, despite your serious look. “And you were. But I was also a bit stubborn and proud. The two of us were always competing, always trying to prove I don't know what to I don't know who. Maybe we were actually trying to hide what we really felt.”

“And what did we really feel?” Noah asked in a soft tone, but full of curiosity.

You sighed, your gaze fixed on his eyes. “I think we were afraid of getting hurt. It was easier to fight than to admit that maybe there was something more. Something we didn't know how to deal with.”

“I won't deny it, I always felt there was something more,” Noah admitted. “But I didn't know how to tell you. Every time I tried, we ended up fighting. And then I thought, maybe it's better this way. Less complicated.”

“Less complicated, more painful,” you replied, your voice trembling slightly. “As time went by, I kept thinking about all the things I wish I'd told you, but never did. There was always a barrier between us, something we never knew how to cross.”

Noah took a step closer, gently holding your hand. You didn't remember, but that was probably the first time you touched each other, and it gave you goosebumps. “I always felt that there was something big between us. Maybe it's too late, but I think I'd still like to explore it with you.” 

You felt your heart soar at his words. “Noah, I feel it too. I think I want to stop running away.” 

He smiled, gently pulling you closer. “So, what do you say about starting now? My name is Noah and I sing in a band.” He smiled, holding out his hand to shake yours.

You giggled, feeling your face heat up. You smiled back, your eyes shining with the chance of a new hope, feeling that the truce between you could last forever.

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Masterlist | Valentine's Day One Shots

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[starstruckodysseys]

posts i plan in the middle of a kohl’s parking lot

never stop blowing up as textposts* 1/?

*i know some of these are not textposts do not get on me. “things stolen from my pinterest” sounds less cool

[ethosiab]

its nearing the end of the year so i thought i'd do one of these art summary things!

[darlingcloudie-9]

drewposting. part two!!!!!!! (ft. Diana Cavendish)

[the-meme-monarch]

ive seen so many people draw that first meme w the kfc gang and i Love it i just thought it was funny with my aus/theories strange someone frisk and knight chara being Damn Nuisances for kris and being. older than them

and also thinking abt my headcanons for how frisk was able to become possessed and how that might mean for kris (their dialogue is based on this art of mine here) consider this perhaps a post-game were ssfrisk is No Longer attempting to take the SOUL back and kris and the SOUL are. amicable.

also narrator chara and ssfrisk are both From the undertale timeline but chara being dead they didn’t age. knight chara is deltarune’s chara. just to catch everyone up one Just The Hell I’m talking about

[manasurge]

Guild Wars 2 OC stuff: So I finally figured out the full body design for Vallotash (Mordremoth's Scion a.k.a. who Mourynn actually is) They're more or less the same person, but it's complicated, but leans more to Vall believing she's Mourynn and kind of is since she inhabits her body and memories, but is technically an imposter and is very depressed and in denial about it. Inspiration from Jahai Bluffs: "Are you a dragon dreaming that it's a hero? If you were, how would you know?" (also it's my tumblr banner lol) I'm still sketching out the origin story to explain how this happens, but for now here is this sketch bc I am happy with how this turned out and wanted to post it early. It's basically self preservation turned to parasitism to accidental death of host to unintentional identity theft out of guilt/tribute + memory absorption to make her think she's the sapling + amnesia about the whole event taking place over the span of a year stuck in the dream (to super condense her origin lore). I'll finish these sketches once I'm done her origin story pages, or if I get possessed to do it earlier bc I'm still happy with how this turned out and might want to keep working on it sooner, hehe.

Here is more sketches of Mourynn/Vallotash under the cut:

She has some simpler looks for when she's flattened down. She looks SO SILLY but I love it. Beware the Scion of Mordremoth: This freaking wiggly silly noodle thing. A terrifying menace!! Beloathed parasite daughter vine of the mighty Jungle Elder Dragon!! /does a snake blep (Also the first two head sketches I did of her from last year when she still didn't have a body designed yet lmao. I still have to figure out how large she actually is, as well as her colouration. She'll have to match Mourynn's, so she's gonna be a funny mix of the colours in the cool spectrum, which doesn't look very plant-like, but sylvari can be all different colours, and she has the whole poisonous/hallucinogenic thing going on, as well as some Soo-won influence bc she's based off a leafy sea dragon and is very attuned to water, so it kinda works yeah????) I also have no idea what her large chin whisker things are supposed to be. I just kind of made them up on the spot and fell in love with them, so they're STAYING, even if they make no sense. I mostly just love that they'd look so cool underwater and while glowing in the dark, and they are vaguely alien and jellyfish-like.

[raifuujin]

Happy Birthday Kaito! Since the folks at @shownohajimarida granted us a look at the magazine cover for chapter 3 that had a Kid that hasn't been featured among Gosho's art before, I wanted to isolate him and clean up his suit a bit. So I did! A month ago, because I do things impulsively without actually thinking about planning things out, but shh.

[diseaseriddencube]

how cute, they thought they could stop me from screenshotting the gallery sections >:) too bad, he's gonna be my wallpaper now, impregnating him too

[mrmeepsmadmind]

DAAAAAAAARLIIIIIIIING !

Guess who's BACK FROM JAAAAAAiiiiiiLLLL🗣 ‼️‼️‼️‼️

[laurmaus]

all my pdh s2 doodles i need u guys to keep in mind i didnt know All That was gonna happen😭😭😭😭

[thegreatyin]

this nemesis ambition started out a little slow but I am getting closer to finding that bastard who killed my wife, and I’ll not rest a minute now that im far closer to on his trail

sorry got in character for a second

Anyways fun ambition so far very fucked up though

congratulations on joining the murder club anon!!!! depending on who you ask the name refers to either people who have murdered or people who have witnessed murder. usually both. actually extremely often both. it's a swell time you'll feel right at home (don't mind our collective skyglass knife collection in the back)

[poisonousquinzel]

ngl real missed opportunity by DC to let Harley and Mr. Freeze become friends during her primary villain arc (btas or other) cause tbh I can't imagine he'd enjoy sitting in his cell listening to Joker brag about all the ways he's cruel, abusive and uncaring towards Harley, a woman who loves him, while Victor's entire goal is to save his wife who he loves dearly ya know ???? and it's not like all of them haven't been locked up together, the other rogues Know. Joker's not like most abusers who try to keep it behind closed doors, he's very public with his abuse.

And just that feeling of like "I am doing everything I can to save my wife, I have become a criminal and have done awful things in the name of love and I just want nothing more than to have her back and You Have Someone Who Loves You That Much, That Much To Become A Criminal As Well And You Repay That Love By ABUSING HER."

[leviiackrman]

SIMS 4 OC BUILDS: Hokage Retreat

As of right now, the last house of my current sims builds is the home of the Seventh Hokage himself! Mumma Chika and their triplets: Nori, Kyo and Hiro, all live in this modern home, located on the outskirts of the hidden leaf village for a bit of well deserved privacy. Although both incredibly busy, Chika and Kakashi enjoy spending majority of their time in their home - entertaining their rambunctious children!

Lookbooks: Ackermans || Rikihisas || Enatsu || Kyutoku || Olalias || Hatakes || ATLA || Ginnivan || Ishimoto || Drakes

Builds: Saitama Loft || Sunset Cosy Cabin || League of Villains Hideout || Tiny Treehouse || Maritime Villa

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