#..... I'm sorry :P

[alanna-goth]

Dresslongtwo in @furbyq-sims colors | dl: sfs

af (female)

everyday and formal

furbyq colors

[cametotheshowinsd]

TAYLOR SWIFT: THE ERAS TOUR (2023)

[egophiliac]

I feel like F/P/S was still a pretty weird one, even by Lance's standards.

sorry for (in an ironic twist) not doing much Ride Kamens art now that it's actually started; I've been pretty slow going through it and I feel weird posting about things I'm not caught up on! though I'm. definitely gonna have to set aside some time to actually get through episode 13, after what they posted today. (w-what did they do to my Leon) (NOBODY TELL ME I HAVE TO FIND OUT ON MY OWN) (LEOOOOOOOON)

[artilite]

isa can i hold your b- i mean glasses. can i hold your glasses

[hwanwooyoung]

[240531] Music Bank :: WORK :: Wooyoung

[nariism]

{REQ, ONLY IF YOU WANNA! <3]

Can you do a Wriothesley one where we take care of him when he's like sick or injured 👉👈 gotta treat my husband ykyk😞

a/n: hii i'm sorry this is kind of late! got busy with life stuff so i died a bit. anyways please take this sickfic <3

you've been spoiling him to no end.

if his sinuses weren't painfully congested and his throat didn't feel like he just swallowed glass, he would probably be smiling.

right now, he just feels miserable.

wriothesley has always prided himself on being the picture of health. to your utter jealousy, there was absolutely nothing in the world that could get him sick. even in the deepest winters with the chill of the sea sweeping over fontaine, he would walk around with only his jacket dangling off his shoulders.

you'd like to think that this is karma for all the times he rubbed in your face how he would never get sick.

"you didn't have to dive into the water like that," you scold him.

"i did have to," he replies stubbornly, lip jutting out like a child. you smear your finger across his pout to effectively wipe it off his face, laughing when his head falls forward against your shoulder in response.

"it’s just a necklace."

"it’s your favourite necklace." he quickly corrects, as if that would justify the extremity of leaping into the sea and not surfacing for three whole minutes.

"oh, sweetest..." you coo, holding his head against you and laughing again (much to his dismay) when he sniffles in a weak attempt to clear his sinuses. "you didn't have to do that."

you can feel him physically deflating in your hold so you stammer out: "but i really do appreciate you getting it back for me!"

the man just pulls away with a scowl, looking like a mixture of a kicked puppy and a cranky old dog. "you owe me for that."

"owe you?" you repeat in disbelief. "and what would you like, hm?"

"feed me."

"..."

his face lights up again with amusement as you freeze, mouth opening and closing like a fish out of water trying to process what's just been requested of you.

if it were anyone else, you would have thought it was a joke. but you've known wriothesley long enough to know the telling pull of his smirk, the lazy yet smug expression screaming that he's being dead serious.

and, well, he did leap off a bridge 30 feet in the air after your charm slipped off your neck. and he did manage to recover it, returning to you like a matted wet animal all pouty and shivering from the cold.

the cherry on top of it all was that he insisted on clipping it back around your neck, prolonging his state of being drenched in freezing sea water and guaranteeing his sickness.

so... you suppose you do owe him this at the very least.

that's how ten minutes later you end up straddling his lap, warm bowl of porridge in one hand and a spoon in the other.

"open." you demand, spoon already squeezing past his lips. he chuckles, allowing you to feed him even in such a compromising position.

you look completely flustered, too. he can feel the tremble of the spoon in his mouth as he swallows his meal. maybe it's the iron grip he has on your hips. maybe it's the fact that your bulky, brooding, monster of a husband is acting like he can't feed himself.

either way, your embarrassment doesn't go unnoticed and you're sure he's enjoying every second of it.

"i should get sick more often," he muses.

you groan, realizing that you'd rather take his endless gloating over this.

"no... please don't."

© ALABOADOA 2023 — please do not translate or post my works to other platforms.

[elisavi]

dracula is my most recent source of serotonin so here's part of the gang + renfield

[donttellunclesam]

and they were (Platonic) roommates

(close ups under the cut)

[forgetful-river]

Local woman summons demon, you'll never believe what happens next!

[yaoisquidbob]

roxy gets her. um. makeup done

[petvengers]

I usually don't post things from my journal but then again those usually aren't those two cutie pies ;P

[saikakin]

Me: Why do some people like to picture Romeo as an Italian playboy-an aristocratic, skirt-chasing boulevardier？It doesn't feel like him！

Also me: *painted Italian-style Playboy Romeo*

[cametotheshowinsd]

Who’s Afraid of Little Old Me? (2024) written & directed by Taylor Swift

So tell me everything is not about me …but what if it is?

[undeaddrabble]

A friend requested I draw them in cat maid outfits so I delivered

Bonus:

[gunsatthaphan]

"I'm not afraid."

[dizziesims]

Zara Collection Part 1

Zara Bottoms

100% new mesh by me!

Bottoms are recolorable, 3 casable channels, custom thumbnail

All morphs (including pregnancy)

Enabled for categories that make sense and disabled for random!

I meshed these pants with these shoes, there is still clipping with some poses (can't be helped) but if you want the same look as the ad then pair them with the bottoms!

Zara Fame Skirt

100% new mesh by me!

Skirt is recolorable, 3 casable channels, custom thumbnail

All morphs (including pregnancy)

Enabled for categories that make sense and disabled for random!

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