#back to regularly scheduled programming in like a couple days

[radisyn]

Day 4 of @hot-glenn-holidays-2023 them "Naughty or Nice". idk why the first one wound up so Grinchy but I figured it fit with the theme. I imagine a rock version of "You're a Mean One, Mr. Grinch" over it

(also: what are butts anyway?? personally I have never heard of em nor do I apparently know what they look like despite using a photo reference so yes I am aware he is like *ludicrously* caked up but I tire of fiddling with it so here goes lolol)

[punkrockisafulltimejob]

My comfort genre is horror. My husband is not a fan of horror whatsoever. Since we're both home today, he's going to get some work done in the other room so that I can watch horror in this trying flare up time. I love this man with every fiber of my being.

[partiallysame]

crying c’mere so i can smooch your brain 😭😚 my day has been absolute dogshit but freaky slut!simon and poly!141 made me smile

(mini rant: had a menty b in front of my cardiologist that was so bad the entire staff took turns to check on me while i tried to calm down, ptsd from a highly traumatic experience a couple of weeks ago has left me needing medication to sleep bc the american healthcare system is a fucking joke, insurance is fighting me on therapy, and i’m too poor to be mentally ill. oh and i now have to drop about $400 to fix my car 😁 happy birthday to me!!! 🥳)

anyways…back to our regularly scheduled program

johnny turns into fucking bill nye trying to figure out what fruits change the taste of your pussy, which (if any) make you wetter, how the taste changes, etc. he compares notes on what you normally taste like with simon (simon acts annoyed but he has very thorough notes on what you taste like at any given moment including right before and after your period) and use that as his base for his experimenting. he’s squeezing fruit juice in your water, feeding you fruit salad made only with the freshest fruits, the whole nine yards

telling the guys you don’t wear underwear at home kinda short circuits their brains. johnny definitely cums in his pants, kyle is hard thinking about you getting horny at home and your pussy leaking a visible trail down your thighs, out of all the missions and near death experiences he’s had price thinks he’s never been closer to having a heart attack than now hearing those words leave your mouth, and simon is already figuring out the logistics of moving into your place vs just getting a bigger place (he knows you’ll need the space with four big horny men constantly over)

and you? well you’re on cloud fucking nine bc no matter what kink you ask the guys to try they’re always down, no judgement whatsoever. tie you up and take turns? god it felt like the rotation never ended. by the end of it you couldn’t even recall your own name. free use? yeah thank god you don’t wear underwear at home bc those men where fucking you wherever and whenever they felt like it. dp? you swear you were speaking in a completely different language with how stuffed full you were. simon and kyle’s freaky asses took pics of your gaping holes like they just discovered a long lost treasure (note: oop we’ve come full circle with the ghostgaz dp 🤪)

Noooo I’m so sorry to hear about all that. Giving me a stress rash just thinking about it honestly. Sending you big money vibes and fuck the insurance people sending them death vibes

I just know Johnny is looking up aphrodisiac foods too trying to get your body jump started anyway he can. He’s also making a list of all the mundane things the boys do that turn you on. And comparing those notes with Simon too. Taking his shirt off by the back of the neck ok sure. Backing up the car?? Really?? Yes.

Price is reasoning with Simon about whether or not he can put a baby in you bc he needs that “she’s ln birth control cap” “that was not my question Riley”

After the first few kinks you’re making your own list of new things to try and what stuff has been your favorite. Randomly sending them a porn video to recreate and it’s been the sluttiest nastiest group chat they have ever been apart of.

Dp was made for Simon and Kyle. Truly. Whenever one of them is fucking you, you’re reaching out for the other to come help. And the two Johns are mad about it bc why not them too???

[livfastdieyoung69]

OH OH YK WHAT I NEED BAD? KO SIBLING X CODY OOOOO I NEED IT I NEEDDDD IT

NEW BEGINNINGS

(Cody Rhodes x Non-described!Owens!Reader, can be read as adopted or not)

Anger issues and complaining runned in the Owen’s family. It was what your family did, most of you on the side, but your brother, he did it for his literal career. Like seriously, Kevin just complained for a living- he got on a microphone and yelled. As jealous as you were, it wasn’t your gimmick unfortunately. The two of you grew up side by side, falling in love with wrestling together, and eventually even growing in the business together. Though you had pretty similar styles, Kevin loved being in the WWE and everything he stood for there, and you loved being in TNA, and all of the accomplishments you’ve made in the company.

Though you were on separate paths, whenever they happened to cross, you’d sit down and have lunch, or dinner, or whatever else you could manage and do what Owens’ did best- complain together.

“How’s working with all of the Bloodline guys, still?” You ask after taking a gulp from your soda. Before you can even finish, he’s rolling his eyes and groaning with a mouthful of cheeseburger.

“Still fucking terrible. There’s more of them! Like an endless amount, they just keep popping up out of nowhere, and the more that come, the crazier they fucking get,” His exasperated sound makes you laugh. “I’m serious!”

You shake your head while he takes another massive bite out of his burger.

“Who’d you just work with? Uh, what’s his name? That woo woo woo guy? Zak Ryder!” You nod, taking a bite of your own food after muttering the ‘You Know It’ part of the catchphrase.

“He’s Matt Cardona now- that’s his actual name. He’s a nice guy…a lot, but nice. Like so much, really, all smiles and enthusiasm all the time. When Chelsea won the title, he brought a replica the next day and everyone thought it was the real one.”

This was how it usually went- catch up through each others feuds and how annoying everyone else was, and eventually the chatter would die down and you’d eat for a little, and then someone would pick up an actual conversation. The only problem here though, was there was one more feud of Kevins you were trying to avoid, but it was kind of hard. He was a massive deal in the company and a massive part of Kevins life right now.

“I know what you’re doing.” Kevin states causally, leaning back in his chair after starting on his fries.

“What?” You try to laugh it off, but you don’t look up from your own plate.

“Cody. You don’t wanna ask me about him.”

“….I just figured you’d want to keep your mind off it with the match at the Royal Rumble coming up.” You try, but he shakes his head. That was still in a couple weeks.

“Dude. I know you’re a fan- you literally still have the shirt from when he did the Dashing thing years ago. You liked Stardust, you know who else liked Stardust? No one.“

“Okay, I get it, you don’t have to publicly shame me about it. You can complain about everyone else, that’s my exception.” The two of you are quick to go back to silence while you try to finish your meal, and he chugs down another soda. The man ate ridiculously fast, nothing could stop him.

“You know,” He broke the quiet again. “You would really like WWE. Paul keeps bugging me about talking to you.”

“So you’ve told me,” You shrug. “I don’t know. TNA’s my home at this point, I can’t imagine leaving.” A laugh rips through you at a sudden thought and he nods his head for you to continue. “Maybe, maybe if you got Cody to ask-“ His eyes close with a sigh, and he immediately starts shaking his head, which only makes you laugh harder.

“Don’t push it.”

That had been about a week ago. You’d both gone back to your regularly scheduled program, him on Fridays and you on Thursdays. His feud with Cody continued, with a whole bunch of shit happening over there, and you moved on to work with other TNA superstars. After another long Thursday night you’re ready to conk out from the very fun, but tiring, on top of the night of wrestling, celebration with Joe Hendry for his new, recent title win (you’d already given your condolences to Nic).

As soon as your head hits the pillow, your phone rings. And you know it’s Kevin because you had set his theme song for his ringtone.

“What’s wrong?” You answer on the first ring. It’s late, and this is unusual, the first thing your mind goes to is that something happened.

“Did you see the news?”

“What fucking news Kevin, you’re freaking me out-“

“WWE and TNA signed a contract, anyone can go anywhere,” He rushes out, your name following it. “Anyone can go anywhere.”

You aren’t even sure what to say, and the phone line goes quiet while you stammer before Kevin interrupts.

“I gave Paul your number- he wants you in the Rumble.”

And now, here you were. This was fucking crazy! Of the entire TNA roster, you, Joe Hendry, and Jordynne Grace had been picked to join the Royal Rumble. Everything was so different here, you could see why Kevin liked it. Everything reminded you of him, and to be able to see him this much was so great. You traveled together, for the first time since your teenage years, and with all of the excitement you felt that young again too.

The Guerrilla was packed. It was great to see people you had worked with in the past, like Naomi and AJ Styles, but it was also great to meet new faces. Maxxine Dupri was the nicest person you had ever met, and so pretty. And you finally got to meet Chelsea! She wanted to keep in touch in case Matt tried to take her actual belt next time, apparently she hadn’t known he bought the replica.

Right now, the women’s rumble was seconds from kicking everything off so it was mostly women in the area, but a couple guys were wandering around too. Joe Hendry had stayed near you, which both of you were thankful for, he was actually a pretty shy guy behind cameras and you hated being alone around so many people. Jordynne and Naomi were a lot more acquainted than you were with her, so they snuck off to the side to have a chat.

The match was quick to begin with Iyo Sky and Liv Morgan before others started to quickly fill in. Your number was later on, you’d gotten 22. You didn’t want to be so late, and had tried to fight Paul about it but he was adamant the crowd would be excited, plus you had enough spots behind you to stay in for a while. The crowd started to wear out in Geurilla, and eventually you found yourself in the small room everything led to, with about ten other entrants, Maxxine had just went through the curtain at number 14.

“So,” Kevin strolls up from behind you with a bowl of something from catering. “I don’t want to hear a single word of this. But I called in a favor.” Your eyebrows furrow as you turn to him, and he holds up a hand. “Not a word.” And then he walks out. What the fuck?

You don’t have time to think about that anyways, now you’re wishing Jordynne (number 19) good luck as the buzzer rushes. After her, is the great return of Alexa Bliss, who is granted the biggest pop so far, which Zelina Vega follows, and then all that’s left in front of you is the grey curtain covering the biggest opportunity you’ve received in your life.

That was both the longest and shortest minute and a half of your entire life, but when the crowd counts down, and the buzzer rings out, and your music starts playing, you’ve never heard anything louder. You fight to your last breath, and then you keep fighting. You make it pass Nia Jax’s mass elimination, and lots of other attempts, and somehow, its just you and Charlotte Flair. You give it your best, but the nerves get the best of you, and Charlotte ends up throwing you over the rope.

As disappointed as you are, you made it farther than you could’ve dreamed of, and as the fans yell for your attention while you walk back up the ramp, you can’t help but be proud. You walk through the curtain to find your fellow (past, and present) TNA stars cheering you on, and you’re too busy taking the praise with embarrassment and a shy gaze to the ground, that you don’t notice Kevins favor until you’re snapping a picture with HHH for media.

In all of his glory, standing directly across from you all the way across the room, is Cody Rhodes. Clapping. And staring at you, with that one smile. Y’know, the one, the Dashing Cody Rhodes shit eating grin.

“Oh my God, Kevin,” You mutter under your breath when the pictures are over and you can turn away. “What the fuck. Kevin. What the fuck.” Kevin is no where in sight, and Paul is laughing at you so hard.

“Heard you’re a pretty big fan,” You can hear him approaching from behind you and there’s nothing else you can do but face him and hope not to embarrass yourself any further.

“I’d say I’m an avid watcher, if that’s what you’d like to consider me, yes.” He’s still grinning at you like that, and it’s making this so much harder. The rest of the room is funneling out.

“Oh, okay, okay. Just a big Stardust fan, then?” Your lips purse into a fine line when you find you have no explanation.

“How much did he tell you, exactly?” God, you’re never coming back to this company ever again. Only to get back at Kevin for this. He shrugs.

“I’m just teasing, don’t worry,” His grin relaxed, and suddenly he looks more like the American Nightmare Cody, and his hand is resting on your shoulder. “I’m a pretty big fan, too. You were great out there.”

“Oh, I tried my best, thanks,” Your face is heating up again, and you try to push it off.

“Really, you were great. I hope I get to see you around some more.” You still can’t find any words, and the room seems to be getting hotter by the second. “Or, out of it either. Not to be this straight forward, and feel free to tell me to back off, but if you’re around tomorrow, I’d love to take you to dinner or something.”

“Uhm, uh-“ I’m between your sputtering you find yourself laughing. “You’re about to go fight to the death with my brother.” He laughs, looking down at his ring gear, and nods his head, because yes, he’s going to go beat the shit out of your brother.

“I’m guessing that’s a back off?” He looks back up through his eyelashes with the grin that makes you melt.

“No, no, please, bring him to hell and back.” You grin back, before nodding shyly. “Dinner would be great.” Before you have the chance to keep talking, Pauls calling him over, and he gives you an apologetic look and tells you somehow, he’ll get ahold of you before he rushes over to HHH. Kevin comes in shortly after, and laughs at you with no clue that his worst enemy thinks your fine as hell, and that you’re going to go chase Jey Uso down for his phone number. You sit in the Guerrilla for just a second longer and watch them both disappear behind the curtain before you run off to take a shower, and text everybody you’ve ever known that Cody Fucking Rhodes just asked you out.

Maybe you would be coming back to WWE a couple more times.

Wow look at me goooo it feels like its been so long since i wrote for Cody (prolly cuz it has been)

I’m hungry, sick, and tired but I’m ignoring all of my problems and sat down during raw and couldn’t stop so here you go ig

Enjoy this you probably wont get much more from me this month but im gonna try my best i think the seasonal depression hit me mostly last month but its supposed to snow on Wednesday so that’s when we’ll really see

[kirlicues]

Gabriella House Plan | CC-Free Sims 2 Lot Download

It might look a little plan from the front, but this sprawling single story home is one you have to see inside to appreciate. It's cc-free, built on a 5x3 lot, and costs §191,705.

This lot is built from house plans and took me a few years of tinkering and adjusting to get to look right in the game, but once it came together I knew my sim family had to live in it.

Here's how it looks from the back: Again, it doesn't look like anything spectacular, but just wait until you see the floor plans...

🎶We interrupt our regularly scheduled programming to bring you "Memory Lane Moments with Kirli", the part of the show where--🎶

Err, let's just get this "show" on the road, shall we?

Even though I don't play very often, I did get some pictures of the Sim version of my family enjoying this home several years back, before I polished it up to share.

These guys are all in college in real life. Where's that "aging off" cheat when you need it? They were just toddlers 21-ish days ago! Ok, it has been a few year longer...😢🥰 Being a Family Sim is hard! Maybe it's time to lock that "graduate 3 kids from college" want...🤔

Here are a few pictures just in case you are also a Family Sim and have nothing better to do than scroll through a few "scrapbook" moments.

He won't let me do this in real life anymore, so my simself gets to have all the snuggles. Just look at those double plusses! Aww!

I have no idea what is going on here and I don't think my eldest son does either, but the littlest sure is getting a kick out of it!

Then there's this guy. He has about 2 outgoing points, and 15 niceness points (ok, I exaggerate, but only slightly) and goes around sniffing flowers. I even have a real life picture of him sniffing flowers in our front garden. 🥰

🎶...And, now back to your regularly scheduled programing...🎶

So, uh now that we've walked down memory lane for a minute, how about that floor plan? It's had a bit of a makeover since my sim family lived in it and I've changed up the bedrooms for variety's sake.

Main Floor: Clockwise from bottom left: bathroom, kids bedroom 1, kids bedroom 2, master bedroom, master bathroom, bathroom, living room, kitchen, dining nook, guest suite/mother-in-law suite, garage, laundry room, formal dining room, and entryway.

Did you also notice there's a little garden plot in the back? Nothing says "I love my family" like pulling weeds, spraying bugs, and getting heatstroke fresh meals made with homegrown produce!

Isn't it magnificent?! The only down side? Not quite enough bedrooms to fulfill my 10-kid want. The garage on this lot isn't functional. You'll have to leave the car parked in the driveway, folks which is how my actual real life home looks with everyone driving their own vehicle now.

Loft: Or turn this into a bedroom and add a couple more kiddos to your family! 🥰 Goodness, this empty nest syndrome is all too real.

Gabriella House Plan: MF | SFS

All EPs and SPs are required.

*I highly recommend that you have the PerfectPlants mod from TwoJeffs*

I’ve run this home through the Lot Compressor so any random references to sims that aren’t there should be removed. I have also run this lot through the Lot Cleaner to remove any bits of buggy code. This lot comes with a shiny custom thumbnail so it has even more curb appeal in your Lots and Houses bin! 😄

I ALWAYS recommend using the Sims 2 Pack Clean installer to install lot files.

Want to improve the look of your game, or grab some “Lost & Found” Maxis objects? Check out this post.

[cinnajun]

ᵕ̈ ೫˚∗: arguments with zb1

a/n: omg i posted before midnight this is a big win

notes: yujin is not included due to his age!

wc | 1.9k

jiwoong

the best way i can describe an argument with jiwoong is “mature”

you guys don’t argue often at all so when you do there’s usually a good reason for you to be arguing

perhaps it has to do with your living situation, or you’re not taking an issue jiwoong talked to you about as seriously as he wants you to be, or you feel like he’s spending too much time away from you

whatever it is, your argument will last max 3 days

day one is reserved for sulking, and you might end up staying the night at a friend’s house while jiwoong sits with hao and hanbin and tries to work through what he’s feeling

day two is for thinking—both of you think through things rationally and take mental notes on what you did wrong and what you think was on the other person

then, day three is for talking it out. you’ll decide on a place to meet that isn’t home, and you’ll work through everything while not getting upset or saying something unwarranted.

then, afterward, you’ll go home together and do something light and fun to cheer the both of you up

things go back to normal within four days, and you don’t think about the issue ever again

zhang hao

fights with hao are not fun

hot take but i think he’s the type of person to ghost you when you make him too upset

so whatever you’re fighting over, be it the dishes or something he said, once he gets angry enough he will just walk out and not talk to you for a while

depending on how upset he is it can be anywhere from less than a day to three or four days with no contact between the two of you

so yeah this is kind of a red flag but you don’t fight literally ever so it doesn’t happen enough for it to be a big issue

and his reasoning for ghosting you is that he doesn’t want to say something he doesn’t mean and/or can’t come back from

hao knows he’s the type of person to just say something wildly untrue when he’s mad and his worst fear is doing that to you

he returns from his mental retreat so apologetically, even if you end up thinking you were more in the wrong

will bring you an apology gift (usually it’s flowers or some sort of sweet treat) and always has some big long speech prepared

you also apologize if you feel it’s warranted (which is almost every time)

things will go back to normal in max two weeks

hanbin

fights with hanbin are big and emotional

like super emotional

this man is so in love with you that you being the source of any negative emotions is really hard for him to stomach

and it’s likely that, for the course of your entire relationship, you’ll fight maybe once or twice at most

so the fight you have is big and possibly the result of a lot of pent-up emotions that built up over a long period of time

you’re the one to walk out, and he’s full-blown sobbing by the time that happens

he feels miserable for the next couple of days

you two don’t ghost each other but it’s minimal contact and you can barely look at one another without crying lol

hanbin will probably end up staying elsewhere and you’ll stay home, drowning your sorrows in ice cream while you cry on the phone with your friends

when you’re both sound enough to work it out, you two just kinda cry apologies at each other

when the time comes for you to actually talk it out, it’s pretty easy and you’re left wondering what exactly the fight was over in the first place

hanbin will kiss every single part of you after the wound is patched up

and then he’s attached to you for the next couple of days lol

things go back to normal in maybe three-ish weeks? like that’s when he stops being super clingy and you go back to regularly scheduled programming

matthew

fights with matthew are small

he seems like the type of guy to be able to talk out big issues without it blowing out of proportion

so any larger problems the two of you are like … worked out via controlled and calm conversation

then you will have a blowout argument over you losing one of the sweatshirts you took without asking (your mom took it to the dry cleaners and didn’t tell you)

your arguments are petty and it’s a lot of really fake words thrown back and forth

so it’s not like one of you is being unnecessarily mean to the other, it’s from both of you

you don’t talk for a couple of days (also mutual) and then your mom’s dry cleaning shows up with the sweatshirt in tow

you send him a picture of it with some tear stains on it and he’s like … are you crying

then he’ll show up at your house not even thinking about the sweatshirt, just the fact that he doesn’t like it when you cry

will do anything to get you to stop crying

apologizes 18 times and puts on the tear-stained sweatshirt while going “wow, it’s so clean!” in hopes that you’ll at least laugh

after he fixes the crying situation you apologize too and suddenly it’s like it never happened

things go back to normal in a week

taerae

fights with taerae are quiet

tbh i just think his anger/sadness/any negative emotion is quiet

there’s no yelling, no crying, no insults, no nothing

the argument itself will be a bunch of isolated statements paired with scoffs, rubbing your tumbles, and feeling exasperated

neither of you leaves to cool off, and you just sit in different rooms after the fact

the next day might be a bit awkward and taerae will be somewhat cold towards you (and it would be a lie to say you don’t reciprocate the same exact energy)

but at some point during the day, while you’re sulking and laying down in bed, taerae will come in and lay down next to you

starts off by saying sorry and then you talk things out while just … laying there

he’s neither the type of person to take all the blame nor the type of person to shove all the blame onto you

like you could be entirely at fault but he will distribute responsibility equally between the two of you

he’s just the type of guy who really does not like arguing so he will do whatever he can to fix it quickly

after you’re done talking you’ll go on a long drive together

it’s aimless and quiet, but he holds your hand the whole time :)

things go back to normal within 3 days

ricky

i think fights with ricky are turbulent

you never really know the direction they’re going to go in you know

you don’t necessarily fight often but it’s not like you never fight, either

i think it’s a healthy amount of bickering

somewhat like an old couple LOL

if you have a big argument, though, it’s pretty much the least fun you’ve ever had in your whole entire life

ricky isn’t the type of guy to yell and cry but he’s the type of guy to give you a look that makes you feel like crying

i also think he’d struggle to take everything you’re saying seriously so he might laugh in exasperation from time to time

which obviously makes you angrier

i think if you end up crying, though, ricky will have like a crazy moment of clarity where he’s like … oh shit

cue some crazy introspection

you’ll run off somewhere else in the house and he’ll just sit on the couch and think

he’s practically taking notes on the entire thing, and studying what he thinks was the most out-of-pocket for him to say and what he needs to apologize for

after he’s gathered his thoughts he’ll seek you out and ask if you’re okay sitting down and talking with him

and he will wait however long he needs to if you say no

he essentially says everything he feels necessary, ends it off with an apology and kisses your hand

then it’s over

things go back to normal within the day

gyuvin

you bicker with gyuvin a lot and 99.9% of the time it’s silly and super unserious

that’s the type of couple you are yk

so your fights are born out of your little, unserious arguments actually going a little bit too far, and they last soooo long

and most of it happens in front of your friends which isn’t nice either

it starts out very small, with little jabs at one another

keeps amping up for the rest of the night, and once you both leave whatever hangout you were at, all your friends are like … they’re gonna fight guys get ready

they’re right

you argue the entire way home and when he drops you off he doesn’t even give you a good night kiss, which makes things even worse

you continue arguing over text and into the next few days all while acting like everything is fine

meanwhile, you’re texting your friends (separately) like can you believe that he just said that? can you believe he’s pulling this shit?

finally they lock you two in a room and tell you to figure it out because your arguing is annoying

you will painstakingly be like “okay maybe i went too far” and he essentially does the exact same thing

and then he apologizes for not giving you a good night kiss that one time and everything is fine

things go back to normal in like 2 weeks but just keep in mind for the entire 2 weeks you were just being passive-aggressive with each other

gunwook

arguments with gunwook are born out of stress and aren’t really arguments

he’s a busy guy who’s doing a lot of things and sometimes he bites off more than he can chew

which isn’t nice because he refuses to be like “hey i might have to lay off boyfriend duties for a couple of days so i can work through all these commitments i made without thinking” because he thinks he’ll be a bad boyfriend because of it

essentially you’re not even aware he’s getting upset with you until the stress bubbles over one day

he accidentally tells you to leave him alone and let him work which makes you sad :(

but you do because you pretty much understand that he’s overwhelmed

but you’re still upset so you don’t just forgive him and move on because … idk … if he talked to you it wouldn’t have happened in the first place

is this petty … kind of yes but if you want things to change you need to put your foot down!!!

so you spend the next two or three days missing your boyfriend a miserable amount before he texts you saying “can we talk”

of course you can

you practically sprint to his house

and you talk!! and he apologizes for being mean to you while promising it won’t happen again

and gunwook learns from his actions so it really doesn’t happen again

things go back to normal in 3-4 days

thank you for reading !

tags: @happysmileybee @wtfhyuck

[toa-archive]

The Omen Design Path

Getting this posted now so that twitter and tumblr match. Should in theory help reduce confusion on who has what though is a couple threads still to move over.... Either way, after this, will go by the poll results!

It was recently discovered that Francisco Ruiz Velasco aka Fruiz has been posting on his Linkedin account which has included artwork across the entire franchise. At the time of typing he uploaded three ToA related pieces in one day so it can be a bit bonkers. With this in mind it's not impossible that another Omen related piece pops up.

First up, a brand new piece! This is the earliest version of the Omen to date, possibly when it was still being referred to as Terminator Blank according to another piece, complete with a sketch and a fetching purple look.

Source goes to Linkedin and will demand an account

As future "something else did turn up protection", the cut will be here.

The below image is one we did already know about as it was on his artstation page. Still, seeing them side by side is fascinating. Apart from the colour change the feet and lighting have been adjusted. Very easy to see for yourself this as if you open both files they lay on top of one another perfectly. The vibe shift has to be seen.

Source

Also from his artstation account is an Omen that looks much more like the design we ended up with. The top heavy look has been increased, a more visible joint at the knee and murder colours. Also details on the joint ports if you need them.

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Finally we have an orthographic and full turnaround for all your reference needs! Francisco's artwork is on the right while the rest of this is by Fury Galluzzi from a now defunct part of her website.

One word of warning, it has been left as it was originally uploaded thus is on the large side. Do be careful as the also large Tronos nearly crashed the computer at the time.

Interestingly the artwork says version 1 though the file name says version 2, page 1. This was however the only one that was public at the time.

[/Edit 13/02/2025] Completely forgot there is one other Omen example! Probably not what you're expecting but anybody for some Omen innards...?

The wireframe above and finished version below were modeled by Monica Stefanelli!

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Okay back to your regularly scheduled program.

[rad-roche]

Followed you a while back, blown away by your gritty comics and your sheer creativity. I have a question: how do you do so much, creatively? Writing, planning comics, drawing them, practicing art - not just fanworks but original work, too. Do you regularly set aside time and mental space in your schedule? Is it more of a "when inspiration strikes" kind of thing and you've been on a roll?

aw!! thank you, that's very, very kind :), i really appreciate that

the short answer is i just sort of do whatever seems fun, and that usually amounts to a couple of hours a day for dicking around in a gdoc or a painting program. this is how i unwind. a couple of hours a day, over 365 days, over years, adds up. i've always had a 'just walk out!! you can leave!!' attitude when it comes to this sort of stuff. i make art because it's fun and i love to do it! i was 'bad' quote unquote at art for many years because i had absolutely no idea what i was doing, but i never cared because the quality was incidental to me. it's just art, you know? i can't do it so badly somebody dies, so why be a perfectionist. i think people talk themselves out having a good time they might otherwise have. well what if this nose looks weird, or this line looks wrong. say it does. it's coming out bad. it's the worst line ever drawn, the first in a trillion. the guinness book people are here to take pictures. still alive? then you can draw it again

the broader answer, i've always had to be very self-driven. i won't get into my personal life growing up because it's both depressing and not very interesting, but one of the first things i learned as a young child is that i'd been dealt some pretty bad cards and nobody was going to come and deal any more. if i needed external validation to get things done, nothing would ever get done. the well wasn't dry, it was two towns over. you get pretty good at self-motivating, for better or for worse. skeleton-rattling aside, put me down for 'when i feel like doing it'. it just happens to be more days than not :)

[foxena]

Non-sims Interests »

Thank you for the tag, @introvertedfox!

List 5 (or more, or less) of your non-sims interests. These can be hobbies, shows, books, other games, etc.

I’m such a hobby-hopper—I'll fall headfirst into something, burn out, and then jump to the next obsession. But a few things have managed to stick around, so I’ll list those under the cut.

Other games – Shocking no one: I’m a gamer. I won’t list every title I’ve sunk hours into, but here are some favorites: Skyrim, Stardew Valley, Terraria, Assassin’s Creed, My Time at Portia, The Witcher 3, Animal Crossing, Prison Architect, and Scribblenauts Unlimited. A bit of chaos, a bit of cozy, a lot of save files.

Indoor plants – This is one of the few hobbies that stuck! I picked it up during my long COVID journey—five years later, I’m (thankfully) much better, and my little indoor jungle is still going strong. I don’t obsess over care guides anymore, but I still water, repot, and fuss over them like they’re my children.

Sourdough – Speaking of children... this little guy also came to life during my long COVID journey. It took years before I felt even a little proud of my bread—perfectionist, much? But now? I’ve become a bit of a bread snob. Nothing but my own loaves seems to satisfy my finely tuned tastebuds.

Violin – This hobby has always been in the background for me. Saying I’ve played since I was 8 (so, 17 years) sounds way more impressive than it is—because I don’t practice regularly, I’m not all that great. Lately, I’ve been trying to learn more classical pieces, but I think what I really need is a better practice routine.

Fitness and group training – Before long COVID knocked my health off a cliff, I worked as a personal trainer and group fitness instructor, mostly teaching Les Mills programs like BodyPump and BodyCombat. I want nothing more than to get back to it. Recovery’s slow—and honestly, patience isn’t my strong suit—but I’m trying.

Tabletop role-playing – I’ve played a bunch of different tabletop RPGs with a group of friends over the last 6–7 years—I can’t believe it’s been that long! Last year, I gave DMing a shot for the first time, running sessions in the Swedish version of Dungeons & Dragons. It’s been both terrifying and incredibly fun.

Japanese – I’ve been casually learning Japanese with Duolingo and Anki for the past couple of years. I’m not super serious about it, but I do study a little every day—so I figured it deserves an honorable mention. And if you’re also on Duolingo, we can bond over our mutual hate towards the owl.

Programming – I really enjoy the problem-solving side of programming, it’s another skill I’ve been learning bit by bit. I’m no expert, but it’s already proving useful! I’ve written scripts to automate some of the repetitive stuff I do here on Tumblr—like generating tzr posts or deleting anything tagged “delete later.” Most recently, I built a little program that pulls my scheduled and queued posts into a tidy spreadsheet.

I told you I have too many hobbies! If you made it this far, consider yourself tagged—I want to know what you’re into!

I’m also tagging @aliengirl, @tipsy-clouds, @minty-plumbob, @sharona-sims, @alxandergoth, @thiassimz, @bloomingkyras, and @wolkentage!

(No pressure at all if you’ve already done this or prefer to skip!)

[ejzah]

A/N: Now that Densimber is over, it’s back to your regularly scheduled programming.

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Blunt Force, Part 7

Deeks didn’t hear from Kensi again for the rest of the day. He considered texting her, but didn’t want to push and didn’t know what he’d say anyway.

Sorry I kissed you. It must be the head injury.

Yeah, it seemed better to give her some space and follow her lead.

It had been a good kiss, brief as it was. Something felt familiar, even natural about it, even though he’d immediately sensed he and Kensi didn’t have a romantic relationship. Either way, she clearly regretted the kiss given how quickly she’d run out there.

Deeks sighed, glancing at the time; it was around seven. He’d dozed on and off for a couple hours, too restless to fall into a deep sleep. Staying in the this exact sounded pretty fantastic. He didn’t feel like moving and his headache had returned, not that it ever went away completely.

An image of Kensi’s worries expression floated through his mind and spurred him to get up and shuffle to the kitchen. Someone had apparently restocked the fridge, since he found a note on the counter informing him there were buckets of soup, frozen meals, fruit, and a variety of snacks. Since nothing sounded particularly good, he settled on heating a small bowl of chicken and rice soup. He ate is slowly, leaving a few spoonfuls behind when the thought of finishing it made his stomach roll uncomfortably.

Normally, he always felt better in a clean environment, but for once he didn’t have the will to pull out the extra bit of energy required to clean and rinse his few dishes. Deeks left the bowl and spoon in the sink, once again moving with all the agility and speed of your typical 95 year old.

With a little searching, he found the bathroom and then bedroom. Two surfboards leaned against the wall closest to the bedroom door and he ran his hands over the surface, appreciating the familiar texture. There were also two dressers, a side table next to the queen sized bed, and a painting of the ocean above that.

He went to the shorter of the two dressers solely because it was closer and pulled out drawers until he found one full of neatly folded shirts. He grabbed a plain gray one, and started to pull off his current one when a collection of pictures on top of the dresser caught his eye.

He dropped the shirt, picking up the first picture frame, which had a photo of him and his mom. He remembered taking it outside his dorm his first year of college.

The sight of it produced mixed feelings; his relationship with his mom had been extremely rocky the last few years. Between them never discussing his dad or the surrounding trauma and Roberta’s inability to accept his choices, they hadn’t spoken much since he graduated. As proud as she was of his achievements, she greatly disapproved of his decision to work with drug lords and crazed killers—her words—and didn’t keep that opinion to herself.

Apparently something had changed in the last seven years, since he’d packed up most of his childhood belongings when he moved the first time. The realization left him conflicted, as so many things did right now. If they’d actually discussed his dad’s abuse and everything that came with it, he had no memory of it and if not, that would still be hanging over their heads.

Curious, he pulled his phone out of his pocket, using the passcode Kensi had provided and went to his contacts, scrolling through until he found one labeled, “Mama”. He smiled a little at that, navigating to his texts and opening the accompanying one for Roberta.

After scrolling a few screens-worth, he found a random conversation from a few weeks ago.

“Martin, I’m making lasagna on Saturday. Come on over, assuming you don’t get shot before then.”

He huffed a laugh, hearing the words in her voice. It looked like that hadn’t changed either and for once, he was glad. Exiting the thread, he saw Kensi’s name at the very top, apparently with the last message he’d sent before being knocked out. He was very tempted to open it, but stopped himself as his thumb hovered over the screen. Somehow, it felt like cheating.

Instead, he moved on to the next picture frame, which was slightly smaller than the first and held a more current photo. Him, Kensi, Nell, and a blond man he didn’t recognize crouched together, their grins open and affectionate. It made him smile a little in response.

The final picture was of just him and Kensi. He sat at a desk, Kensi leaning against his back her chin just above his head. He looked slightly off-camera, his smile soft and fond while was clearly mid-laugh, the corners of her eyes crinkled. It made his wonder when they’d both felt comfortable enough be this at ease, let alone in front of whomever took the picture.

Based on her earlier response, he guessed Kensi didn’t know about it. Or at least that he kept a copy in his bedroom. Giving it a final look, Deeks set the picture down in the exact spot he’d found it.

He had the odd sense of invading someone else’s privacy. Which was an absurd thought since these were his pictures in his room.

A sudden wave of vertigo hit him, and he closed his tightly, hand fumbling for the edge of the dresser as he tried not to throw up or fall over. An eternity later, the ground stopped swaying under him and he thought he could move without being sick. His headache was back in full force.

Giving up on the shirt, he stumbled over to his bed, easing onto it with a grown. His stomach gave a feeble protest at the sudden change in direction and his mouth was dry and sour like after a bad bout of a stomach bug.

This sucked. All of it. The concussion. The not knowing. Finding out things about himself piecemeal and trying to fit it all together. Whatever he had with Kensi.

Rolling onto his side, he pulled a pillow over his head, hoping for oblivion.

[sleepyselkiesims]

Ella's day out - 1

It felt like ages since Ella had seen her crush! So when Janae asked her to a nightclub... well, Ella had always wanted to go! And she was totally keeping her cool and not swooning all over the place on-sight.

...Well, that sure is one way to greet your highschool sweetheart with benefits! Really setting the mood- oh, hi Andre?? Ig you never did have time for the club when you were young.

Or maybe Andre was here to chaperone his daughter, keep her out of trouble... whatever his reason for being here, he was lost in the groove! All Queens gotta dance!

Anyway, the girls weren't doing anything untoward to chaperone. Janae was doubled over with laughter at her own prank, and Ella's heart was hammering away for more than one reason.

The two had had a few brief meetings, but nothing made Ella feel better than really getting to sink into her crush's embrace. She loved her family, but this was an entirely new passion altogether.

...Gurl, I can see where you're staring. You're not even doing the "sunglasses so you can't tell where I'm looking" trend. Lesbians, i tell ya...

Ella had really missed her friend! Crush? Woohoo partner? Well, they were friends first and foremost. And though they'd had the occasional mini ~rendezvous, having so much time like this to connect on an emotional level was amazing. Ella could get lost in making Janae smile. They should do this more often!

As the gal pals drew closer, the ghostly DJ noticed them and started pulling out all the stops. They were going to make this a date night to remember for those girls!

Janae was instantly drawn to the music, cheering on the ghostly DJ and shouting out song requests. Ella on the other hand... she remained frozen in space, staring adoringly as her crush jumped up and down to the beat. Ella thought her heart just might explode.

Janae caught Ella staring, and pulled her into her arms. It was a tough beat for a 2-person sim dance, but somehow that didn't matter when the sims were so lost in each others eyes.

Ella had been dancing with her family since she was a toddler, as per Queen tradition, and was happy to teach Janae a few moves. She was so entranced in the dance, she didn't notice the person who'd taught her those moves was right behind her! But the fatherly chaperone didn't try to intrude.

Sorry I never took you to the club, Andre. You deserved more breaks from work and I should've known you'd love it.

Dizzy from all the spinning, heart already pounding from the exertion, Ella pulled Janae off of the dance floor to ask her for something. The two had been intimate plenty of times, so Ella wasn't sure why this request made her feel so bashful...

Ella was more of a romantic than she would have ever cared to admit. And in that moment, all of her feelings and pure sincerity were poured into that fairytale first kiss that so many generations of Queens had failed at before. The surprise and delight made Janae smile so hard she almost couldn't kiss Ella back!

Ella pulled away in anxiety at her vulnerability, but Janae pulled her right back in with a ferocity that nearly swept Ella off her feet.

The sweetness of their date so far had given way to some thoughts that were definitely not focused on sweetness...

Both girls were so fired up, they naturally slipped back into their regularly scheduled meetup program...

Siobhan, who had snuck onto the scene when no one was looking, tried and failed not to gag and the disgusting things she'd just overheard. Sure the girls were giddy with excitement, but they should really keep it down in such a crowded place!!

The fatherly chaperone of the hour pretended he hadn't heard anything at all, and simply let the girls casually wander away. Very bad chaperoning, Andre!!! But his baby girl was all grown up now, lost in love. Unlike Andre, who was still so, so alone...

Ella and Janae could've made do anywhere, but this nightclub just happened to have a few choice spots ready for any couples who wanted a respite from the dancefloor.

This time though, the girls were so busy grinning with joy that they could barely kiss, let alone open the closet doors!

But when they did finally get those doors open and finish their business... oh boy! Ella could hardly stand, though Janae seemed more than ready for round two.

Somehow, it was the woohooing that made these partner's friendship grow stronger. Something had shifted for them that night, as Ella was more vulnerable with her feelings than ever before.

...WAIT SIOBHAN IS AN ELDER?!?!?!? I never actually thought this would happen hold up-

[sebastianthecollectorandcreator]

The Loud House S06E12 Save Royal Woods! Deep Dive (Part 2)

Previously On The Loud House Deep Dive:

Cameos, Fanservice, And Joyce Crandall Is The Show's Best Villain Yet.

And Now, Back To Our Regularly Scheduled Program.

Technically, The Louds Are Royalty.

So The Third Song Pulls From "Hamilton"? Between This And Rewatching Encanto A Couple Days Ago (And Moana The Week Prior), It's Like I'm Getting My Lin-Manuel Miranda Fix To Tide Me Over When I Get Around To Watching Moana 2.

Also, If Season 9 (Technically Season 10 And Possibly 11 If They Are Both Half-Seasons) Doesn't Have A Musical Episode, There's Gonna Be A Riot.

It Was A Matter Of Time Before Lisa Had A Guest Verse.

Fiona And Miguel Are Back Too? This Truly Is The Fanservice Episode.

Benny Too? You May Wanna Back Away From The Splash Zone Because I'm About To OD On Fanservice.

Four Things:

1. This Is The Show's Second-Best Episode, Only Behind "Really Loud Music".

2. I Think Joyce Crandall May Be The Franchise's Best Villain Yet.

3. Why Is It That The Highest-Ranking Episodes For Me Are All Musicals?

4. Does Anyone Feel Like This Was Meant To Be The Series Finale?

[crazy-pages]

I am still not over the changes my ADHD meds have made. This is such a simple and silly thing, but I get confused now when I start a podcast back up. I often have to rewind a bit to figure out what they were talking about. Because every single incompleted thing in my life isn't stuck bouncing around in short-term storage. Podcast.exe was not put into sleep mode where it still consumes 5% RAM and 3% CPU power, it was *shut down.* And I don't have to burn half of my CPU and RAM at all times keeping track of all my sleeping processes and making sure that when one of them randomly takes the lead again I can notice and bounce back to the thing I actually want to be my primary process. Because my head is not filled with secondary processes bouncing around all the time!

And what's more, stuff actually gets encoded to long-term memory when I shut stuff down! It's not perfect (though I don't think it is for anybody), but not only can I remember all the things I need to do it at work this Monday, I can actually remember that I wrote down a list of what I need to do and check it, rather than my brain lumping on to whatever thing immediately grabs my attention when I sit down and killing CheckTaskList.exe. (Because it's not that my brain didn't shutdown tasks ever, it's that it simply dropped tasks when I ran out of working memory and didn't commit them to long-term storage).

Gods, like ... I still have to sew these buttons back on to a couple of my clothes which I haven't done for months. But it used to be that the reminder to do that was bouncing around in my head a good 30% of the time I was existing, and it simply never became a primary process while I was in a position to do anything about it. But I just didn't think of it this weekend. But it's still there, if I choose to think to myself about things I need to do, it comes up!

And I still need to learn to work with that. I've got to train myself to set up regularly scheduled time during intervals when I've got energy to get stuff done, then bring up that list of things I need to do and do some stuff on it. As opposed to what I was doing before, which was letting whatever third of my to-do list was occupying my brain at any given time run (as if I could stop it) and making an effort to fix high priority things that came up when I was in a position to do them even if I was exhausted, I'm doing my best to handle the low priority stuff if it came up when I had spare energy. Which I rarely did, because see above.

It's wild, even on days when I don't take my meds (my psychiatrist told me that at higher doses skipping a day every once in awhile can help prevent tolerance buildup) it's still not even the same world I was living in before. Because half the problem wasn't that had all these background processes running around, it's that the strain of managing it at all times didn't even leave enough energy for the wrangling program which takes up half my CPU and half my RAM! I was burnt out just on existing. But now if I don't take my meds on a lazy Saturday, sure my attention wanders and I pick up new threads that occupy brain space. But I'm not dealing with last week's threads as well, and I actually have the energy to manage them.

It made an immediate difference when I first took my meds at a high enough dosage, because obviously being able to actually manage mental threads helps. But it doesn't make as much of a difference to go off my meds if it's for just a day, because my ADHD is at least managable if I have the mental energy which ADHD previously denied me.

Just because Podcast.exe hasn't been buzzing about chewing on a fraction of my resources since the last time I listened three days ago.

It's amazing.

[obliqueletterkennyreference]

make johnny disabled in your "everyone lives" aus i'm so serious.

like if we take the line about "johnny would never walk again" as fact, then like. he's a full-time wheelchair user. he is DISABLED. yes his life will be different and more difficult but it's not. a bad thing. at the end of the day its just a thing. it's just different.

(note that i'm an ambulatory wheelchair user so if anything here is wrong/missing something let me know)

personally i think it'd be a T9 or 10 break (like, mid/lower back) so he could move his arms and torso but he'd have problems going the bathroom (see below)

if i'm being generous/making it easier to write i'd say it was an incomplete break so he has some sensation and control of his hips/genitals/bowels, but its inconsistent. but regardless. he would need a bowel program and would use a catheter to pee and would schedule it at specific intervals during the day. how he would poop can depend but i think it's similar, and he's have to schedule it to go at the same time every day.

i think he'd live with the curtises the first couple years as he gets used to things and they all figure out A System for helping him out and they're very like. enthusiastic/silly about it. like they'll announce "transfer!" whenever they need to transfer him to a couch or car or wherever.

but like... hed be frustrated/angry as hell for a while, not because he regrets saving the kids but bc this is another reason for people to look down on/pity him, which he hates. also this is 30 (?) years before ADA so like nothing in town is accesible. also, frankly, its hard to adjust to! suddenly having to Think About things he's done his entire life - like getting food from the fridge, or going the bathroom, or even getting to the couch. like... let him be frustrated and angry and grieving over that.

but once he's able to, he makes it A Point to move around by himself as much as he can.

he also pops wheelies regularly and the guys think its a riot. they help him deck out his wheelchair like the same way you'd deck out a car.

he sleeps with a shitton of pillows.

like. idk man!! do your research! but the other thing about being disabled is even when johnny has Feelings About It, after a while its like... very matter-of-fact. using a stool in the shower or thinking about how to get into a building that doesn't have it's own ramp. even gross bathroom shit is like. very very mundane.

[anincompletelist]

wip wednesday :D

okay I am super late to the game today but THANK YOU @kiwiana-writes @theprinceandagcd @suseagull04 @nocoastposts @hgejfmw-hgejhsf @littlemisskittentoes @getmehighonmagic @cricketnationrise @zwiazdziarka @ninzied @eusuntgratie @happiness-of-the-pursuit @inekepp @heybuddy-drabbles FOR THE LOVELY TAGS! I really appreciate y'all being patient with me these past couple of weeks with the responses, I have not had the mental capacity to be as on top of things as I usually am but it warms my heart to see y'all pop up in my notifs and to read through your amazing words, even if it's a few days after the fact! hope you guys are all doing well! <333 xx

introducing yet another little guy that was not supposed to make his way onto the wip list but has weaseled his way in nonetheless (I wholeheartedly blame @bigassbowlingballhead and @firenati0n and @affectionatelyrs for the inspiration and enabling, thanks)

back to regularly scheduled programming next week but for now, I present to you the crack treated seriously (beautiful) nightmare of Jeff (bottoms) x Shane (minx) au --

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“Sometimes I feel like I was born in the wrong timeline, y’know?” Shane murmurs, one arm folded beneath his head as he stares up at the stars after practice.

The empty football field makes Jeff feel like they’re under a spotlight, the only two left on the stage. The only two in the world, for these few fleeting seconds. Shane’s words are amplified here in the silence, and Jeff clings on to every one of them. 

“What d’you mean?” 

He rolls onto his stomach and lays his cheek on his own arm, content to look at Shane instead of the field or the sky, the unspoken pressure of their teammates in one and the weight of his parent’s memories in the other. 

And then Shane, who’s never once pushed him to be anything more than himself. 

“Like. I like the simple stuff, I think. Old fashioned, I guess. I’d much rather get all dressed up and take somebody out on a date instead of just, like, meeting through an app and having a one night stand,” he says slowly, thoughtfully, before his eyes widen. “Not that there’s anything wrong with that either. That’s also totally cool. Just— I think I’d want to take my time and I’ve just never met anyone who didn’t just immediately want to jump on me.” He sighs and then winces, shaking his head at himself. “I’m sorry. That sounds really stupid, doesn’t it?” 

“It’s not,” Jeff tells him. He pictures Shane, buttoned up and cologned and maybe with some flowers or cheap wine, and rubs his cheek against his sleeve a bit to hide the way he flushes. Tries not to think too hard about wishing it was him on the other side of the door in that scenario. “It’s not stupid. I like simple.” 

Shane’s hand that’d been draped over his own stomach moves down to his side, settling in between them. His pinky grazes Jeff’s elbow, just featherlight, but Jeff shivers nonetheless. “Yeah?” 

“Yeah,” Jeff smiles.

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since this isn't *technically* rwrb (and brain not wanting to brain at the moment), I'm going to leave this as an open tag!!!!!! please please mention me if you take it so that I can come and scream at you (affectionately!) <3333

see y'all for another bridesmaids update on the 19th! :D

xx

[februaryfangfest]

There are just a few days left until Sign-ups end for Fangfest, so go read the deets and fill out the sign up sheet!

And now back to our regularly scheduled programming: Each week in the run-up to February Fangfest, we’ll be spotlighting different sub-pairings/groups within the Fanged Four, because your works (and our love) can be for those individual relationships too! We’ll be sharing some fic and art that we adore which depict them, and hope you’ll enjoy and go shower the creators in comments and kudos/likes!! And oh, hey, if it serves as propaganda for you to go create your own things? Win-win.

This week, we're doubling up. We're spotlighting both Dangel and Sprusilla. Here to round things out, the kids:

The princess and her knight, mad seer and lovesick berserker. These two are all about crazed devotion, whether familial or romantic, and though they’re the youngest couple in the family they still spend over a century wrapped up in each other as they travel the world seeking out thrills, cutting a swath through continents and taking each other to new depths. They share not just affection but a deep respect for each other, and a love from eyeballs to entrails. They’re also all about fucking up and finding out, including what happens when you rile up one angry mob (or slayer, or church organ, or…) too many. Their relationship ends tragically, complete with betrayal and self-fulfilling prophecy (though these two are immortal, so who’s to say one day they might not find their way back to each other.)

In this post, we'll be sharing the delightful Sprusilla works from 2024's February Fangfest and Fanged Four Family Bingo. Enjoy! And don't forget to leave a comment and kudos :D

Fanart

Title: A Gift From the Heart Artist: genericaces Rating: Mature (Heart in Hand - Literally, Gore and Romance, Flagrant Disregard For Laundry Bills) Medium: Digital Art Summary: Spike brings Dru a Valentine's gift.

Title: Crush Artist: MamaBewear Rating: Gen Audiences (Fluff and Romance, Chibi Vampires, Slow Dancing, Non-Anatomically Correct Hearts) Medium: Pencil + Sharpie Drawing Summary: Spike brings Dru a Valentine's gift.

Title: Spru valentines day card Artist: Ash Rating: Teen+ (Anatomically Correct Hearts and Flowers, The Kiss of All Time, Self-Proclaimed Bad Poetry) Medium: Digital Art Summary: A Spike/Drusilla valentines day card, featuring William level bad poetry and (hopefully not William–poetry level bad) art by [Ash].

Fanfiction

Title: The Dead Won't Bother You Author: Vampbrat Rating: Explicit (Serial Killer Themed Road Trip, Sex and Memorabilia, Hybristophilia) Length: 679 words Setting: Ambiguous Summary: Spike and Dru are on a cross country road trip. Some people drive to famous battle sites or for bridges or foliage. Dru is keen on serial killers.

Title: The Stranger At My Fireside Author: Vampbrat Rating: Explicit (Spooky Dubcon, Ghostly Ordeals, Seances, Post-Massacre Sex) Length: 1,040 words Setting: Victorian Summary: There's nothing like a seance for a bit of a horny night out. Things get a bit more horny than Spike anticipated.

Title: Blood Under Our Nails Author: SomeKindOfADeviant Rating: Explicit (Romantic Vivisection, Making Out With An Open Wound) Length: 1,357 words Setting: Edwardian Summary: She wants him to crack open her ribs, give him what's underneath, let him hold her there.

Title: Mouthfuls of Thaumaturgy Author: SomeKindOfADeviant Rating: Explicit (Stoned Vampires, Dry Humping, Bloody Knife Play, Theft and Drunk Tattoos) Length: 2,098 words Setting: Victorian Summary: The best ideas are always had when drinking sailors while your elders are away. Spike wants Drusilla to leave a mark on him and she's eager to oblige.

Title: Latreia Author: SomeKindOfADeviant Rating: Mature (Implied Somnophelia, Implied Dubcon, Family Worship Time) Length: 100 words Setting: Ambiguous Summary: Spike has his rituals.

Title: I'm Your Carnal Flower, I'm Your Bloody Rose Author: Harlow Rating: Explicit (Wax Play, Bondage, Ourobouros-Style Vampire Biting) Length: 1,040 words Setting: Ambiguously Historical Summary: Spike has brought Drusilla a present…

Title: Tea With Milk In Author: Eve Rating: Explicit (Somnophilia, Sex and Feels, Romance, Dream Tasting ) Length: 1,052 words Setting: Edwardian Summary: Drusilla and a sleeping Spike.