#((this took me two days))

[witchkittymeow]

EVER WANTE- i'm not doing that bit

Hey yall! glad to announce a second pattern for the papertective figures! this time Rosé!

heres Eugene tho, also if you guys CAN try to get tweezers and white glue, but stick glue works fine too. you just print and get a lil guy(s)!

[ambrosiaaddiction]

The Princess and The Tool

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ repair man!Simon Riley x curvy!Y/N

₊˚ପ⊹ Warnings: None other than Simon’s just a man, and his thoughts start to wander.

₊˚ପ⊹ Part 1

₊˚ପ⊹ Word count: 2.5k

₊˚ପ⊹ Summary: Y/N and her best friend have finished unpacking in their new apartment. However, in the span of two months, more and more problems have occurred. Simon Riley is one of the several repair men in the area, and he’s sent over as a last resort to provide the solutions.

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Y/N was the most independent woman known to her family and friends. She was headstrong, had an incredible work ethic, and always looked after those who were close to her. As the youngest of two children, she took it upon herself to learn valuable life skills rather than wait until she was older. While her childhood wasn’t like what she had seen in movies and tv shows, Y/N never lost hope.

Y/N and her best friend, Luna, have known each other since freshman year of high school, and their friendship was nearing a decade. They were now in their early twenties, and they decided to proceed with their plan of moving together into their first apartment.

Although, Y/N had noticed a couple of things that seemed kind of worrying. She soon realized that the previous owner hadn’t taken great care of it when they lived there. A singular step on the staircase wasn’t properly bolstered, which led to the poor woman getting her foot stuck in the hole. She fell forward with a loud bang, and silence fell upon her roommate and herself.

“Are you still alive?” Luna joked as she stared at her best friend’s fallen body at the top of the staircase. Luckily, Y/N wasn’t injured judging by the laugh of disbelief that fell from her lips.

The worst of them was when the breaker shut off and neither of them were home. Y/N urged Luna to send a work order to the people in charge of repairs. The following week, the first man to check the breaker was no help whatsoever. He stared at the breaker for five minutes, shrugged at Luna, and left.

So Y/N sent a message herself, which was taken more seriously than her roommate’s. Little did she know who would be the one to come to the rescue.

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Y/N and Luna were planning on how to spend their afternoon together. Unbeknownst to either of them, there was a man parked outside of the apartment and sitting on a golf cart. Luna had her back turned to him, phone nestled between her cheek and shoulder as she locked the door. She almost walked past him until he called out to her, which pulled her attention to him. She put her phone against her chest, startled and embarrassed that she actually didn’t see him.

“I’m so sorry! I had no idea you were waiting here!” Luna’s face was reddened with a deep blush as she apologized profusely. The man chuckled in response, not really offended by her reaction. It sent an unexpected shiver down her spine. “S’alright. I tried callin’ ya, but I’m glad I caught ya before ya left.” He had a thick English accent, and his voice only caused her blush to worsen.

He rose to his feet, easily towering over her, the lower half of his face adorned with a scar running across his lips and chin. Like the other maintenance men that arrived at their apartment before him, he wore the standard uniform. Khaki shorts that hugged his muscular thighs, a standard cobalt blue uniform t-shirt that stretched tightly around his broad chest, and he had short cropped blonde hair. On his left arm, he had a full sleeve of black and white tattoos.

A few seconds later, Y/N drove up to the empty parking spot and turned off the car engine. Her eyes widened at the welcome sight of the repair man standing in front of her roommate. She got out of her car, making sure to lock the doors more than once as she made her way over. “Hello! We didn’t know what time you would be here, so we figured we would go for a little shopping trip.” Y/N explained as she waved to him with a warm smile.

In the back of his mind, Simon thought that he was lucky to be around two beautiful women. But that wasn’t the reason why he was outside of their shared apartment this morning. “Oh? Well, name’s Simon Riley, and I hope tha’ I can help you ladies with any issues.” He introduced himself, and gently shook Y/N’s much smaller hand. “I’m Y/N, and she’s Luna. She’s my best friend/roommate.” She replied in kindness, and her roommate smiled up towards Simon.

He shook Luna’s hand as well, the soft crow’s feet by his eyes crinkling with a wide smile of his own. “It’s a pleasure to meet you both.” With introductions were out of the way, Simon followed the two of them inside the apartment. He also noticed their similar styles. Y/N wore black spandex that stopped mid-thigh with a baggy t-shirt, and black Nike slides. Luna, on the other hand, wore ripped denim shorts, a black video game t-shirt, and black combat boots.

“My roommate told me that when she came home, everything was turned off.” Y/N began to explain as she stood against the wall adjacent to the circuit breaker. “We have no idea why or how the breaker tripped when neither of us were home.” Luna added with a shrug and watched Simon turn on his flashlight.

He nodded in acknowledgement of their concerns then rolled his eyes at the mention of his co-worker not being any help whatsoever. He wasn’t surprised, but he was glad that he had the opportunity to prove he was more experienced. “So it turns out that there’s a loose screw. Chances are that it was caused by the storm we had recently.” Simon concluded as he switched off his flashlight and sighed.

Y/N and Luna looked at each other, the both of them silently communicating before laughing. “That’s it? Just a loose screw?” Luna asked mid giggle, and Y/N laughed a bit harder. “And here we thought that we were going crazy.” Luna shook her head before sighing softly. Y/N soon calmed down then noticed how Simon’s gaze lingered on her. She cleared her throat, straightening her posture and tilting her head slightly to the side with a smile.

Simon quickly tore his eyes away, cursing at himself for getting distracted by a gorgeous woman who was clearly younger than him. “Was there anything else that you needed help with?” He asked Luna, who nodded and was aware of how he stared at Y/N. “Yeah, the paint is peeling off in her bathroom, and there’s like, mold in the corner of my bathtub.” She replied, glancing at her best friend for confirmation.

“Also, one of the stairs at the top has the carpet lifting.” Y/N added, which caused Simon to furrow his brows. The more he learned about the negligence of his co-workers, the more disappointed he became. “She got her foot caught in the hole and fell on her face.” Luna piped up, and Simon’s eyes widened. “What? You fell?” His scarred lips morphed into a sneer, but it wasn’t directed towards either of the women.

How dare the other repair men be so careless? They should’ve done a routine check before approving that everything was safe. Especially with two sweet women who just moved into their very first apartment. Simon’s intense glare could’ve burned a hole in the floor.

“I’ll show you where exactly the paint is peeling.” Y/N walked past Simon, and he caught a whiff of her perfume. It suited her perfectly; there were notes of vanilla, sandalwood, and peony. Soft, feminine, and certainly alluring as he followed after her up the stairs. He couldn’t stop himself from staring at her hands that were covering her ass out of courtesy. A part of him wished he was able to see it jiggle with every step she took.

Y/N claimed the master bedroom for herself. It was spacious; the king size bed was against the furthest wall from the door, a singular window with grayish-blue and sheer curtains was on the right side of the bed, the tv was mounted on the opposite side, and there was a shelf that served as a temporary night stand. A very simple setup for Y/N until she bought more furniture.

She turned on the light in the bathroom, and Simon was right behind her. Y/N had chosen to go with a black and white aesthetic. The shower curtain had a deep green leaf print, and there was also a toilet overhead shelf. Facing the toilet were matching black fluffy towels, and two checkerboard print hand towels side-by-side. It almost a tight fit with his bigger stature taking up most of the space.

“I didn’t really think of it as a big deal at first,” Y/N pointed at the top of the tile wall next to the shower head. “But I did want to have it redone before it could peel even more.” Her lips formed a soft pout, and Simon had to fight the urge to stare at them.

He had to stand behind Y/N, and the smell of her perfume filled his nostrils again. “I see. I’ll have it lookin’ brand new, I promise.” His voice rumbled in his chest as he leaned closer to assess where the paint was coming off.

But it was impossible to stop his mind from wandering. Simon pictured her covered in bubbles as she bathed. Her skin glistened from the warm water, aromatics wafted in the air, and her sultry gaze met the hunger brewing behind his eyes. Her hand slid down her soapy tits and disappeared underneath the water. Her plump lips parted to moan out his name as her back arched in pleasure.

What pulled him out of his naughty fantasy was when Y/N lost her footing leaning too far over the tub. She yelped in surprise, and his fast reflexes caught her before she fell. They stayed like that, his thick strong arms wrapped firmly around her waist to keep her upright. Y/N’s heart was pounding in her ears, and she had to ignore where his fingers were gently pressing into her skin through her t-shirt.

“Careful, love,” he whispered in her ear. “Wouldn’t want you hurting tha’ pretty head o’ yours.” Y/N would’ve melted right then and there if it weren’t for Simon supporting her weight. It was both amazing and flattering that he wasn’t struggling to hold her up.

“Thank you, Simon.” She whispered back, her voice slightly trembling as he carefully helped her stand on her feet again. “You’re welcome, princess.” He chuckled at the sight of her adorable blush. Y/N wasn’t sure how to recover mentally and emotionally from what just happened.

Luna eventually came upstairs to check on them, and with one look on Y/N’s face, she immediately put the pieces together. “So… will you be able to start painting the wall today?” Luna spoke up after a few moments of awkward silence passed. Simon’s mind was reeling as he turned to the other woman, and his hands were itching to feel Y/N again. “I’d have to come back on another since I don’t have the right tools with me. But let me take a look at your tub.”

They then left Y/N’s room, went down the stairs, and made their way to Luna’s bathroom. Compared to the Y/N’s bathroom, hers was an all blue aesthetic. Beside the tub was a soft navy blue bath mat. Luna’s shower curtain had a continuous pattern of navy blue teardrops in the form of circles. She pulled the shower curtain to the right, revealing her personal hygiene care and the corner with mold buildup.

“I noticed it a couple of days ago, but I couldn’t clean it off.” Luna gestured to the left corner of the bathtub next to the faucet. Simon’s eyes followed the direction of where she was pointing, and he understood why she felt somewhat frustrated. “Not even the scrub daddy could remove whatever that is.”

“It shouldn’t take me too long to caulk and re-paint that corner.” Simon reassured her, his hand pulling out his phone from his pocket to take a picture the mold. “I’ll care take of this on my next availability before moving up so I can re-paint your wall, too.” He said to Y/N after standing up to his full height. It was almost comical how he looked so out of place in Luna’s bathroom. Almost. If he wanted, he could have Y/N pinned against the wall and keep her there until he was done with her.

Simon waited for the roommates to leave the bathroom first, making sure to turn the light off as he walked away. “Alright,” he began once they gathered in the kitchen. “Just to be clear—replace the breaker, paint the bathroom wall, re-caulk the bathtub corner, and fix the stair. Does that sound right to you ladies?” Y/N and Luna nodded at the same time, pleased to hear that Simon remembered what needed to be taken care of.

“Yup! I don’t think there’s anything else.” Y/N beamed at Simon, and he swore he felt his chest tighten. She was beautiful, had a wonderful personality, and now she would plague his thoughts from now on. “Good, good. I’ll start on the breaker, so I won’t keep you waiting too long.” He turned around to leave, closing the front door behind him.

Luna waited until his footsteps receded and that he was out of earshot. “Girl, we got a man who knows what he’s doing. And he’s attractive!” Luna softly gushed to Y/N, and they both giggled. “His tattoos and arms, though? I’d let him put me in a chokehold any day.” Y/N rolled her eyes with a smile at her best friend’s comments. She recalled the moment when he had her in his tight embrace. Simon truly was a good-looking man despite his height and scars.

Half an hour later, Simon returned and finished replacing the breaker with an entirely new one. He took a step back to ensure that it wasn’t loose on any side, and nodded in satisfaction. “Yeah, tha’ should do it.” He hummed, pleased with himself for completing the task. Y/N and Luna were also pleased that he knew what he was doing—unlike his co-workers. “Like I mentioned earlier,” Simon spoke as he shut the breaker door, “I’ll come back to re-caulk and re-paint in both of your bathrooms.”

“Would it be possible for you to come in the morning? I’ll be available, but Y/N has work at night.” Luna questioned him as they all hovered near the now open front door. The women could tell that his visit was ending soon, and they were grateful for his help. “I can be here at ten o’clock sharp.” Simon readily agreed to her request, but a part of him was disappointed that he’d miss out on seeing Y/N again. “I’ll also give you a call to let you know that I’m on my way.”

“Perfect! Thank you for your help, and I hope you have a great afternoon!” Y/N waved goodbye, her (e/c) eyes shining in the sunlight. Her smile must be protected at all costs, kept away from the evil of the world. Simon returned the gesture before he winked at her. “No problem, love. Likewise.” And with that, he got into his golf cart then drove away.

Y/N and Luna stood in the doorway, completely shell-shocked by what unfolded. “What just happened?” Y/N whispered to her best friend, who honestly didn’t have an answer. “I’m pretty sure he finds you attractive.” Luna replied before shutting the front door and locking it. “Oh, my god, he finds you attractive!” She squealed with excitement, gently shaking Y/N’s arm. “Don’t worry, I’ll tell you everything that happens tomorrow when you’re at work.” Luna promised her because that’s what good best friends do.

When Y/N gathered her once scrambled thoughts, she grabbed her purse from the kitchen island. “We’re going shopping, and you’re driving.” Luna let out a dramatic groan, but didn’t complain about being the designated driver. “Okay, let’s go.” She put her bag over her shoulder, took out her keys, and the two best friends left to do some retail therapy.

[techviolence]

well you see i just like him so much phone BG versions underneath the readmore!!

[jeskerthefool]

Meanwhile, in Pelican Town:

Companion piece to the one where I put stardew valley characters through until dawn, now until dawn characters get a break and a taste of farm life.

[hunter-den-mother]

Mist and her everything growing gaggle of adult children.

Echo belongs to @mantleoflight

Selene belongs to @datarevived (finger hearts)

Flotsom the eliksni titan belongs to @blue-is-grey

Risen Rhulk @firstglaive

Ace and the two subjucators (Azul the blue one and Charlie the green one are mine lmao)

[axoplasim]

I've got a treat for u guys

My JTTW designs!! I tried to be creative yet honest with each character in how I draw them. I present you, Sha Wujing, Zhu Bajie, Bai Long Ma/Ao Lie, Xuanzang/Tripitaka, and Sun Wukong, the Monkey King!

[lucas-grey]

Greys safehouse in Berlin

We've known what 47's safehouse looks like since Freelander. But we know very little about what the safehouse or Grey's flat in Berlin looks like. I took a closer look and tried to recreate his flat in The Sims 4 with the little information we have 😁

Here are a few things you should know before this post starts:

I'm just taking my cue from what his safehouse looks like in Hitman 2. In Hitman 3 some things were changed, for whatever reason, so I'm ignoring the Hitman 3 cutscenes for this post.

I play The Sims 4 without furniture mods, I only use mods for my Sims. So I only have a limited number of objects available, but I tried to recreate my vision of his flat as best I could with what I have.

Let's go!

If you look at the very blurred images of the cutscenes, you can see a lot of brick in the background. That's why I think Grey's flat might be in an old factory or something similar. Definitely something industrial. Right at the beginning we see the dining table in the centre, where Grey, Olivia and Diana are sitting, with one of three (?) windows in the background.

We see pipes on the left and there seems to be a small shelf. We don't really know what is there on that shelf, but looking at another angle, we see something behind Diana, that reminds me of spice shacks.

That's why I thought, maybe the kitchen is right there, when entering the flat.

What's interesting is that the flat has brick pillars in some places, while the rest of the walls are plastered. One of these pillars is behind Grey. It looks like there is a small shelf attached to this pillar with a plant on it. I think there are two pictures hanging elsewhere.

Behind Grey we see the area that we see again in another cutscene, namely the area with the projector. So we know that there are two tables and a clothes rail on this side of the flat, which can easily be overlooked in the cutscene (on the left). From another angle behind Grey, it also looks like there are some notes on the wall, probably similar to Colorado.

Behind Diana, on the other hand, we see the sofa and the armchair on which Diana, Grey and 47 later sit. There is also a kind of shelf there, which we see again later in the second cutscene at the very back (right behind Diana and Olivia). Unfortunately, we can't see what kind of shelf it is, but I assume it's some kind of living room cupboard or bookshelf.

At the place where 47 is standing in the second cutscene, there is also a shelf between two pillars. So it is probably on the side where the two desks are.

What we don't see is anything that suggests a bedroom or bathroom. When rebuilding the flat, it somehow turned out that there is another area behind the living room, which I have now added as a bedroom and bathroom. It just fitted really well. I can't say whether this is really the case. In this case, I let my imagination run wild.

Here you can see the result of how I put the whole thing together in The Sims 4. As I said, I didn't build the furniture 1 to 1 and I had to improvise with some things, like the kitchen or the bedroom (or the posters on the wall. Instead of any investigative notes, Grey has posters of cat and dog breeds on the wall). But I think Grey's flat could look something like this. What do you think?

By the way, @ellenchain recreated the safehouse from 47 in The Sims 4. You can see her amazing post here 💕

And here's a bit of shameless advertising: If you'd like to see more of my Sims 4 buildings, feel free to follow me on my Sims 4 account on Instagram. I'll be uploading buildings and rooms there regularly ☺️

[milfhandholder]

Y'all already know I'm cringe so fuckit we ball, one badly made Redcliff ship edit

[huskerdust-unofficial]

finally finished my expression reference page thingy for angel :D the two from the pilot were straight up just honorable mentions i couldnt leave them out

[jaime-in-chaos]

Have some artwork of one of my silly characters.

[pastelchaos12]

Underverse but something is different...

I did Underverse screenshot redraws, I didn't do the backgrounds cuz I suck at those lol

Also posted some on the community page of my YT channel (Pastel Diamond Studios)

[zacharieorgobbothestink]

High quality school doodle (I CAN'T FUCKING DRAW CHARACTERS I ACTUALLY LIKE WELL. DUDHHWJSJXBEHSJGRAAAAAAAAGHH)

I tried :3 it sucks actual ass but I've spent too much time on this crap to let my efforts go unoticed

Anyways insert amongus reference here

[hanlight]

Ott Tänak's crash into the lake at the 2015 Rally Mexico

[lemons-are-sad-too]

just a quick doodle of Merlin ahaha

[delphoxqueen]

You’ve seen Fluttershy as a Flutter pony but have you considered-

[sttarttsar]

The Redwood Tree

Today, I read a good book under the redwood tree. It was a book about the life around us and to adore it. I stay under the redwood because I am the book’s audience of nature. I am part of nature. I adore it. The tree was tall and mighty, eclipsing even the peaks of the other tallest lifeforms around him. Healthy roots allowed the tree to balance himself, although not to completely help him. He was a strong plant, firmly able and apt for a long life. Even without roots, he would be able to stand strong for years. Although without the nutrition of his roots, he would be a long forgotten corpse in the depth of a forest in nowhere. The hollow of the redwood was home to an elder owl. Many years ago, even before I came to the redwood, she arrived. She was a wise owl; one who emitted a spirit to the forest and its animals. The redwood always welcomed life into him, but the owl was special. The owl had a certain elegance to her; a glow in her mind. She could see what little others saw in the world: a glimpse of emotion. Not just any emotion, but of all, it was her fear. Times change, and so do the people; the magnates, the bloodthirsty, the otherworldly evils. The wise owl, the wisest of them all, saw a world burn before her at birth, a time she couldn't bear to remember. All she could see was a tall man in a dark brown suit, coming out of large vehicles in and out, and all she could see was the green in his eyes. The redwood’s hollow was the owl’s new safe space; a new niche, with whoever passes by being her new family. The redwood was a pleasant, welcoming figure. The figure I now sit under and lay to see the stars on. The figure that is like a father to me, as the owl also sees. He does not speak. But his towering elegance tells me all I need to know of him. The rustling of his leaves above in the autumn wind, some of them blowing around and piling around the ground. The scent of the dirt and the moss on the bark, piling up around the hollow where the owl lives, in an oddly harmonizing fashion. The creatures and substances around it, feeling in the distance a light crisp from a pond rich in its ozone and sea life. I once felt a squirrel run over my lap while laying under the redwood. He was a fun fellow for a bit, but he seemed in a hurry. I don’t know what he could have been in such haste for, but perhaps he was desperate to find something. Food? Water? Or perhaps the squirrel was simply on a run. Rodents are always on the move. To me, it gives them a specific angle. It makes me think of us humans; always on the move to do something, always prepared, always on the run, before one day we can’t anymore. Before one day, we’re too lost in our adventures to find our lives. The squirrel was a charming creature nevertheless. He was of the redwood. He was pure. The redwood truly yields the life of his forest together. Including me, a reader. I have told you of the book I’ve read, and how I have come to appreciate the redwood as the soul of this forest because of the book’s wisdom. But, in truth, it was not the book that taught me to search in a new dimension for life, but it was the redwood tree himself. He chants words of wisdom and yet cannot say any of them; he lets nature speak them. And if I know one thing from his words, it’s to the forest he shall return it. It being the doorway to a new dawn: away from the footings of technological despotism, from oleaginous sovereignty, from the torture us humans bring to these innocent creatures and life. But to his new leaf, in the sunrise of a new age, when he is gone.