#+filed: anon!

[hinamie]

mentor

[katebeckets]

THE X-FILES 1.09 — "Space"

[folkling]

I'm working on finishing the "low class" area of Willow Creek. The house that I originally built was a bit too upscale for this area. I want this area to be a little grungy. That said, this is the other starter home at §19,945. I was surprised to find that I had enough simoleons left over to put in a sectional and a flat screen TV.

[operationlove]

Happy new year ! 🎊🎆

I'm a lil late but, happy new year!! 🎉

[strawbrryvyy]

WHINY ANTON WHINY ANTON WHINY ANTOOOOOOOON

oh my god anon, can u imagine how whiny!Anton would be after like a day if tiring practice?All the poor boy just wants to do is come home to you and relax inbetween your boobs.

“baby…please….please i need you”he whines in your ear as his hands play with your nipples.his pout prominent, with ever groan , every moan he let out

“you need to rest toni”you whisper back hand in hair as you feel his hands cup your breasts, pinching and squishing them, allowing a series if gasps and moans to be let out.

of-course he doesn't stop pleading with you “please pretty, just…fuck just the tip….baby please you don't get it!you really don't…i need to he inside …..” if you weren't staring at the man it would sound like he's crying as begins to hover over you.whiny!Anton CANT stand a ‘no’ from his pretty girl , because why isnt he allowed to just feel her from the inside.its not fair!He should be allowed to feel her gummy walls around his hard length after a tiring day!

[ink-ghoul]

I love the hotguy cotton candy so much

I want to eat it

Even though it's not really and I don't like cotton candy irl

It looks so tasty!

Thank you!

I'm gonna share a detail that literally no one will care about but it matters to **me**

I'm really proud how the whole thing manages to fit in a 16x16 texture

[housesalad]

Your art is so gorgeous and edible, and X files and Hannibal oooooooooooo!!!!!

thank you so much, I really appreciate it! here’s a little mulder for you <3

[love-filter]

MIKE FAIST as DODGE MASON

in PANIC S01E06 ― "Dead End"

[hinamie]

theyre soft your honour

[funger-rips]

Fear and Hunger: Termina - Rher (Battle)

[folkling]

Architect's House + his girlfriend Ayumi

So, I've been going back and forth on which vacation world I wanted to include in my save file, it was Mt. Komorebi or Sulani, I chose Mt. Komorebi. For starters, I absolutely adore Japanese architecture, plus I have like 10 Japanese builds already half way done.

Anyways,

I love how this neighborhood in Mt. Komorebi is turning out. The houses are all new, luxurious, and modern - like the real houses in Karuizawa.

[operationlove]

Tails pose with his arms up and hands down, with the way he looks at knuckles, really makes him look like he feels like the whole scheme is wrong and is preemptively guilty.

Operation Love if it was awesome:

[xiewho]

could i get a fabian pretty pls… possessed would be cool but anything with him is fine

based on that one fake bad kids twt thread that i Cannot find for the life of me

[joltrify]

Who is that lovely necrofriggian that you draw??? 😳

I didn't know before BUT NOW I THINK I DO!!

Their name is Aperphis (Pronounced AH-per-fis), but you can also call them Anchor or Sapphy <3

other stuff about em!

- Anchor is abnormally tall for a necrofriggian - not sure if I would say its the result of some sort of gigantism, but it's very noticeable. (Probably a result of some warped genetic stuff/the environment their egg was in before they hatched.)

- Despite looking big and regal and intimidating, they're very shy and prefers to stay in the background - or better yet, completely out of sight (They're very thankful for their intangibility powers and frequently use them when off-world). They also travel very often and like to stay on the move.

- If you're able to catch them, they speak very quietly and politely. While having low-empathy, they do their best to be understanding of others and often overcompensates through acts of kindness.

- Aperphis likes to visit the shores of other planets, and they work at a lighthouse of sorts with another necrofriggian*. They find the work very fulfilling... and they love the lamp...,.,.

- *Coworker's name is Indda'mo. (In - DAY - moe. Thinking of nicknaming em Drogue.)

- Drogue and Anchor aren't close at all, but they have a profound respect  for each other. The only other individual on-world they'll uncloak around (I imagine this to be a show of approval/docility for necrofriggians - at least, when first acquainting someone.)

- Takes over lighthouse maintenance when Aperphis is gone.

- (Should also say - said lighthouse is not located on either Kylmyys or Mikd'lty, lol.)

[vkcenjoyer]

someone requested nyoeng x bel and i've thought about it and i think they wouldnt like each other omg.....because while arthur isn't affected by belgie's backhanded routine (he doesn't see women as full people so he wouldn't even think them capable of insulting him*), alice (who is self consciousness with glasses) would immediately pick up on it and hate her.

*i think arthur is a misogynist like how a gay effete intellectual from the late 19th century would be a misogynist. like he yas queens them when they cheat on their husbands & sleep around bc he doesn't believe in that stuff but he also doesn't think they're capable of complex thought. like he has views that were probably very progressive in 1867 but they just never evolved with him. he probably thinks the most pressing issue for women in 2025 is the lack of girls boarding schools where they may learn embroidery and music.

yes belgie is aware of it but it's ok bc she sees him as a girl (she's homophobic) so it cancels out

[strawbrryvyy]

making out with anton with alc in the mouth 🤤🤤 good god

- 🐛 anon

OH I LOVE YOU ANON (now pwersonally I've only drank one shot like once in my life so this is based of moviess or people ive seen)

Your lipstick was smudged, your hair a little messy, and the lights in the apartment were low. The party had ended hours ago, the last of your friends long gone, but you and Anton stayed behind — him stretched out on the couch like he owned the place, you curled up beside him with the last bottle of soju dangling between your fingers.

“Still thirsty?” he murmured, voice thick and lazy, his eyes dragging slowly down the length of your body.

You smirked, swirling the clear liquid in the bottle. “Want a taste?”

He raised a brow, already sitting up. “Only if I don’t have to use a glass.”

You tilted the bottle back slowly, letting the soju pool in your mouth. It was cold and biting, sharp against your tongue — a contrast to the warmth flooding your cheeks. You didn't swallow. Instead, you leaned forward, fingers curling into Anton’s shirt as you pulled him into you.

His eyes widened for a split second — surprised, intrigued — but he met you halfway, lips crashing into yours with a low groan. The first contact was explosive: wet, messy, tongues immediately tangling as you tilted your head and let the alcohol pour between you. It wasn’t just a kiss — it was a challenge.

He responded like he was starving.

His hands slid into your hair, cradling your face with the gentlest pressure while his mouth moved hungrily against yours. The soju spilled slightly over your bottom lip, but he chased it — licking it up with a sinful little smirk, like he was savoring the taste of both you and the liquor.

The kiss deepened. His tongue swirled around yours, slow and deliberate, exploring every corner of your mouth like he was memorizing you. Every tilt of his head drew out another moan, every nip of his teeth made your thighs tense around his. You could feel the vibration of his groan in your chest when your hips shifted underneath him.

Anton pulled away only for a second — just enough to breathe, just enough to whisper, “You taste dangerous, Baby.”

Then he dove back in.

This time it was rougher. His hand slipped beneath your shirt, fingers splayed against your bare waist as he pressed you further into the couch cushions. You arched into him instinctively, chasing the friction, lips parting to let him in deeper.

The alcohol was long gone now, but the burn remained — not in your throat, but in your blood. Everything about him was intoxicating: the weight of his body, the heat of his skin, the way he kissed you like he could never get enough.

You gasped into his mouth when he gently tugged your bottom lip between his teeth, then soothed it with a soft lick. He was smirking when he pulled back, his breath ragged, eyes glazed over with want.

“You drive me fucking insane,” he murmured, thumb brushing your swollen lip.

You grabbed the bottle again, meeting his gaze with a smirk. “Then let me make you lose your mind.”

And this time, when your lips met — you didn’t stop.