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[setaflow]

Gay pride happens in June and gay wrath happens whenever hbomberguy drops a 3+ hour video essay about a specific topic

[lbctal]

[ilovechainmail]

btw tubbo was saying on stream there is a chance of his fight w sapnap not happening depending on whether or not they can both meet the weight requirement (147lbs) which tubbo said they’re both decently far off from in both directions. so if in like a few months someone gets swapped out or the fight is canned that probably is why !

[ellaynaonsaturn]

CHALLENGEVERSARY RELEASE 4/26/25 ── .✦

ART DONALDSON

— simple life

— haunt my heart

— city boy

— come back to me

— companion

— rhiannon

— change

— smarty

— church bells

PATRICK ZWEIG

— heavy metal lover

— warm bodies

— trash magic

— forever

— ink painted skin

— why not both?

— american wedding

TASHI DUNCAN

— surfs up!

— serenity

— salem

— mockingjay

— professor duncan

ART AND PATRICK

— juno

ATP

— eaters

[d0se0fseratonin]

Nana ~

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thank you to all the cc creators !

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[sunshineayako]

𝑭𝒖𝒍𝒍 𝒅𝒓𝒂𝒘𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒊𝒔 𝒃𝒆𝒍𝒐𝒘 𝒑𝒐𝒐𝒌𝒊𝒆𝒔

𓍊𓋼𓍊𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊

𝑴𝒚𝒄𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒍 𝒊𝒔 𝒂 𝒄𝒖𝒕𝒊𝒆 𝒑𝒊𝒆 𝒊 𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒏𝒂 𝒆𝒂𝒕 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒕𝒂𝒊𝒍 >:>

𓍊𓋼𓍊𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊

𝒁𝒐𝒐𝒎 𝒊𝒏 𝒔𝒐 𝒖 𝒄𝒂𝒏 𝒔𝒆𝒆 𝒎𝒚𝒄𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒍

𝒏𝒐 𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒏𝒆𝒆𝒅 𝒂 𝒛𝒐𝒐𝒎 𝒊𝒏 𝒐𝒏 𝒎𝒚 𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒐𝒏𝒂 𝒍𝒐𝒍

𝑨𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒇𝒖𝒍𝒍 𝒅𝒓𝒂𝒘𝒊𝒏𝒈

𓍊𓋼𓍊𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊

𝑨𝒏𝒅 𝒇𝒊𝒏𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒚 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒕𝒖𝒑𝒊𝒅 𝒂𝒏𝒊𝒎𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏 𝒊 𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒏𝒂 𝒑𝒍𝒂𝒏𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒐𝒏 𝒂𝒏𝒊𝒎𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒕𝒂𝒊𝒍 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒆𝒚𝒆𝒔 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒉𝒊𝒎 𝒌𝒏𝒊𝒕𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒊 𝒅𝒐𝒏𝒕 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒆 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒔𝒂𝒅𝒍𝒚 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒊 𝒔𝒖𝒄𝒌 𝒂𝒕 𝒂𝒏𝒊𝒎𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔 𝒂𝒏𝒚𝒘𝒂𝒚 𝒍𝒐𝒍

𓍊𓋼𓍊𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊

𓍊𓋼𓍊𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊

[kindaasrikal]

I love imagining the most tragically evil characters with features that remind you they were once innocent.

Garmadon with dimples, and wrinkles around his eyes from how much he smiles.

Morro with wide innocent eyes and a resting face that looks like a clueless child.

Harumi with rosy pink cheeks and laugh lines.

Arin with bushy brows that furrowed when he was concentrated and glittering eyes every time he’s excited.

And Oni Lloyd with soft green eyes as the rest of him is morphed into a monster no one can recognise.

And its sad to think that during the phase of their life where they were at their worst, when hope was no longer an option and they had to hold their fate and morph it with their own hands, that you could only ever see the shadow of those features.

Yet, when they are given a hand to reach for and a chance to grow and a chance to be the person they really want to be, everyone ends up blinded by the glimmers of a fleeting past they no longer remember. So much stronger, as if the dust was being removed and masks were being broken.

[elysiality]

BOT DROP ! — NATALIE SCATORCCIO.

⋆♱ you're the assistant coach she's been stalking.

*Fucking hell*.

Nat's throat goes dry for the third time in the past 20 minutes and she barely restrains herself from taking yet another sip of her water bottle to slake her thirst— she's finally built up the courage to talk to you after weeks of prep.

She's not gonna blow her chance by needing to go tinkle mid-conversation. She's not gonna take the piss this time.

It's not her fault, really. You look so fucking cute, nodding along to the music that's blaring in your ears, so blissfully unaware that your earphones are doing little to nothing to hide the sound. Especially in that little plaid skirt....Natalie has to bite her knuckles to stop herself from making an audible sound.

God help her, she feels like such a *perv*.

Well, she supposes that hanging around in the lobby of your dorm building, waiting for you to walk by in a disguise that is tantamount to three dogs in a trenchcoat, camera dangling from her fingertips *is* being a perv.

So is getting you absolutely sloshed at the after-game party so you droop all over her, hands clutching at her leather jacket, solo cup in your free hand, giggling in that stupid way that makes her heart flutter, so completely pliant and malleable under her grip, so willing to let her do anything. So...trusting.

And sure, she's shucked off her reputation for being a bad girl years ago. She left that behind in high school. But she won't deny that a good party summons her like it's a horror movie or something, and she's worried that you've heard things about her, terrible, untrue things that will make you not so naive. That'll open your eyes to the creep she really is.

At times like these, she finds herself actually praying to God. For once. Happy now, Mom?

She finally works up her courage, ruffling her dirty-blonde hair once, giving herself that meticulously-tousled look that drives every other chick on the campus grounds *insane.* Hopefully it works on you too.

She whistles as she emerges from behind the end locker, seemingly stopping in surprise when she sees you. *Yeah, right.*

She has to resist the urge to yank her camera off her id lanyard and just— snap a photo of you right now— the perfect picture of innocence as you stammer excuses to why you're in the pre-reserved locker room for the team, fumbling with your earphones.

Like she gives a shit. This is a blessing in disguise.

"Hey, {{user}}." She says, grinning at you widely. *Too much, Scatorccio. Tone it down.* She adjusts her face and nods to your abandoned ipod on the bench. "Whatcha listening to? Anything good?"

Maybe she should brag about the goals she scored an hour ago, flirt it out a bit. Nope, the logical side of her brain vetoes that immediately. You don't want a big-headed partner. She thinks.

And, of course, she knows exactly what you're listening to. She's been in your room long enough to take a gander.

But it's a good conversation starter. Better than, '*I've been stalking you since you started working as the student assistant coach, please go out with me*', anyway.

-> link ★

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a/n : yipee !! bot drop after millions of years ! new account, btw ! reqs for bots are open !

[angophorasims]

RUSTY RECOLLECTIONS PACK [BUILD/BUY CC]

This is my first build/buy custom content pack so please be easy on me! I've wanted to make something nostalgic like this for some time now, specifically for people like me who grew up in "lower income" blue collar neighborhoods. I've seen a lot of creators doing interiors furniture that fits that theme but not many doing outdoor packs, so I took the challenge myself! I hope you like it as much as I do! Images, Info and Link below!

INFO:

-There are 29 items, 1 build item [concrete stairs that I didn't manage to get a photo of somehow]. -The kiddie pool is functional. -The lattice works great against the house with plants and vines going up it. -The fence is not a build fence but rather a placeable decor one, so you can place is in any orientation you want. -The wrought iron security door pieces have got to be my most favorite pieces ever, I was set on making a screen door like this but I felt this was a much better idea as it is fully functional with all doors (besides fairly tall ones) and comes in 2 different sizes. You can use MOO & the ALT button to shut, open, or crack the door and it is tuned that your sims will walk through it and not have any pathing errors. -The birdhouse is functional and meant to be "hung" from a tree. -The toddler swing is functional and meant to be "hung" from a tree as well, but due to animations and tuning the toddler will still be able to be fed and the food will float unfortunately. Just don't feed them in the swing hahaha -The garden hose snaps to walls for seamless placing. -The concrete pavers can be resized via the shortcuts to make multiple different paths and do not cause pathing issues, and also have multiple swatches of cracks and moss. -The playhouse is functional WITH the Dream Home Decorator GP, as I used the tent animations for it. Otherwise I don't know if it will show up in your game or not, but it would just be decor. -The lantern is functional. The jungle gym is fully functional! -Mailbox is functional! -Basketball rim is functional! -Barrel planter is functional! -Most items have multiple swatches but there are a few concrete mossy items that only have 1 swatch. -Most items have a sort of "lore" type description if you'd like to read it or use it for game play, but obviously you can ignore that!

To find the pack search "angophorasims" in the search bar!

I think that's all the info for now! You can download separately or MERGED down below! Have a beautiful weekend! <3

[DOWNLOAD!]

[elvisqueso]

TYLER THE CREATOR | NOID

[starmonsterrr]

Inktobertale Day 3: Medicine

Creators keep him alive. Tracing a pen to make words, paintbrush moving on canvas to make pictures, strings vibrating to make sound; whenever that happens, he gets the medicine that lets him function.

yes i sneaked in aurum how could i not

[ramshacklegear]

Kinkfest Drop is Live!

I have a variety of visors, collars, and impact toys available! (I usually only offer impact toys online once or twice a year for anyone whose been waiting for another drop)

My shop is here

[1v31182m5]

I'm glad he got his favorite sanrio confirmed

[lovesickeros]

☆ even the gods bleed

{☆} characters furina, neuvillette {☆} notes cult au, imposter au, multi-chapter, gender neutral reader {☆} warnings blood, injury, light angst {☆} word count 2.3k

What was justice?

Focalors had asked herself that question many times during the long nights she spends awake pouring over the prophecy of a dead God, words replaying in her mind like a broken record until the sun rose like a blooming flower.

She was the God of Justice, an Archon, yet she herself lacked the answer to such a simple and yet so very complex question.

How does one define what is just and what is not? How does she know that what she believes to be just is right? Is it justice if one being alone may sway the scales of justice on a whim? What justice is there to be found in the cold, watery grave that awaits her nation?

She does not know.

Perhaps she may never know.

What she does know, at least, is that this is not justice.

It is a mockery of it.

She stands before the bloodied, broken body like the judge, her sword held so tightly in her hand her fingers feel stiff, a dull ache adding to the weight of what she's seen. For a long, horrible moment she almost thinks they are dead – something she would have reveled in, only a day prior – before she sees the subtle rise and fall of their chest. Breathing, but barely.

The rain felt heavier upon her shoulders at the realization – she was not sure if it was in relief or horror.

Her nails dig into her palm, mind stuck somewhere between that abject horror and confusion so palpable she swore she could hear the gears in her head turning.

For a long, silent moment as she stares upon the body beneath the heavy rain..she wonders if this is how it all ends instead. If the world itself will simply crumple in on itself and cease – without its heart, it will wither, after all – long before the waters ever swallow her nation whole.

Because, try as she might to rationalize it, for every drop of rain that hits her like pins and needles, soaking her down to the bone..the body of the imposter is completely dry. Even the water pooling along the stones dares not to leave so much as a splotch against their ragged, torn clothes.

She remembers the meeting so very clearly, and she thinks she is a fool to not have noticed sooner – the Creator upon their gilded throne, finger pointed in accusation at the visage far too similar to their own. The imposter. She remembers the lilt of their voice as they called for their death as easily as one would speak of the weather – and to no one other then herself would she admit the spark of fear it had ignited within her. Because beneath the divine charade there was a sick enjoyment in the way they looked upon the imposter – like a bug beneath their shoe.

She understands, now.

She had thought that perhaps finally – finally – she could do right by her people, by her Creator, if she rid Teyvat of this..intrusion.

Now she sees herself as what it all really is – blind lambs following the herder.

Perhaps she would be considered a heretic under the eyes of the law – beneath the weight of justice, heavy as the heart that bears its sins. Perhaps this is a mistake, one she would come to regret.

But for now, she sheathes her blade with unsteady hands, the sound making her ears ring – for what she had almost done, what she had already done – as she stumbles like a newborn lamb towards the broken body of..

..What, exactly? Human? Divine? She is not so sure what to call them. Creator? No. The name is bitter upon her tongue, now, burning like liquid flame down her throat.

Where once she had spoken it in reverence and admiration, it felt hollow and empty, now.

Her vision wavers as she kneels down against the rain soaked stones, the rain upon her back growing heavier as she reaches a shaky hand forth – and for a moment, however brief, she feels the weight of expectation, of a title she fears she may never live up to, wash away with the waters that fall from the heavens.

The bruises and blood smeared across their skin are like strokes of a paintbrush, their body the canvas from which such horrid art is created. It makes her ill.

Doubt wavers her composure briefly – her position is already unsteady. She has never been seen as an equal to many of the other Archons. Her own people do not see her as their Archon, but an actor in a grand play that they shall simply toss aside and replace like a broken doll the moment she bores them.

What does she have left to lose?

She reaches out again, her hand settling onto their shoulder and turning them onto their back. She..isn't sure what to do, actually. She's never been particularly physically capable – she tended to avoid fights, even if she oft provoked them – and she was certainly no healer.

Yet what choice does she have but to march on anyway? She is in the heart of the city, it is far more dangerous here then anywhere else..she had little time to make her move.

Fontaine was, after all, a nation founded on the principle of justice. To know an injustice has been made against the most Divine..the entire nation was in a frenzy.

Her eyes dart around nervously, hands clasped tight on their shoulders and her lips drawn into a taut line – someone would notice her absence. One of the Archons would point out her absence in the coordination of the search.

Her options were just as limited as her time – she couldn't just take them out of the city. Security was tight, and as much as she fancied herself an escape artist – Neuvillette could hardly keep her in one place for too long – she doubted she could do the same with the limp body of the imposter in tow.

..The Palais Mermonia it was, then.

Her room had a secret entrance that few knew about, and even fewer would dare to traverse. She just..had to hide them there for a bit and hope Neuvillette wouldn't notice anything different.

Probably.

Still, there was the problem of actually..transporting the body. As grim as it sounded. Her only solace was the fact she didn't have to worry about them catching a cold, at least, and their breaths were still audible, if only barely. So she had to resort to some..unexpected methods.

Seeing the limp form of, well, the imposter – she'd really have to ask for something else to call them when they woke up – stuck in a bubble of hydro wasn't exactly on her bucket list.

Then again, neither was treason.

Well, first time for everything, right?

It wasn't breaking the law if no one else knew about it.

..Neuvillette didn't have to know about it, really. It was fine.

She could, of course, technically try to talk some sense into Neuvillette – he'd listen to her, right? She thought she was pretty close with him..but he was also the one person more obsessed with justice then she was. Such a stickler for the law..so maybe she's breaking a few, it's fine.

But he was also pretty devout, as much as he tried to keep his worship private – with Focalors around, nothing was really secret. Maybe she could get him to settle down long enough to prove it.

..How was she going to prove it?

An exaggerated groan escaped her lips as she led the bubbled imposter – she really wished she didn't have to resort to that, it would be a lot a more awkward to explain then dragging the body around – through the winding streets of Fontaine. She's just glad she's already memorized the entire city like the back of her hand..and a little dramatics went a long way. People listened when the Hydro Archon spoke, and she was suddenly very, very glad for that fact, even if they treated her more like a mascot then a God.

And partially because she, maybe, just a little..stole a few documents detailing the layout and a little personal exploration of her own – but what Neuvillette didn't know couldn't hurt him!

After what felt like hours, though was really no more then half an hour at best, she'd managed to drag herself – soaked to the bone with rain – and the conveniently bubbled imposter up through the secret entrance and into her room.

The perceived safety, as flimsy as it was, was..comforting. Until she heard the rustle of fabric, the clearing of a throat and the pop of a bubble as she, in her surprise, popped it – and then the thud of the imposter hitting the floor.

She felt a bit of regret about that part, at least, wincing.

"Lady Furina." His voice was as sharp and cool as she remembered it always being – like fresh spring water, she'd heard it described. Soothing. It did not feeling very soothing right about now.

She turned sharply on her heel, a forced smile tugging at her lips on reflex, every muscle in her body tensed – she probably looked like a wet cat right about now, soaked with rain, but that was the last thing on her mind.

"Do you mind explaining what, exactly, you did?" Not what you're doing, she notes – what she did. He was mad. Oh, she was really in for a scolding now. She twiddled her thumbs, laughing weakly, though it quickly dies out at the awkward, tense silence.

"Well, you see – it's rather complicated! I can– I can explain." Her attempts to diffuse are met with a raised brow and the sharp tap of his cane. Every single thought is plagued with the urge to run, but the unsteady breathes of the 'imposter' keep her rooted in place. "Well?"

She was sweating bullets, her nails digging into her palm as she scrambled for any excuse that could warrant her not getting hauled off and scolded thoroughly at best – she was coming up empty. How was she supposed to prove that the 'imposter' was very much not what the 'Creator' said they were? Their unconscious body was doing no one any favors, certainly.

"The Creator is lying," She blurts out, immediately regretting her impulsiveness when she feels the sudden weight of his stare – the piercing hues of his eyes that remind her just who is the strongest between them. It is not her, she knows. It never has been. "You can see for yourself! Don't you trust me, Neuvillette–?"

Her voice is cut off by the sharp click of his cane as he strides across the room in only a few steps, his height making her feel like a child about to scolded. She hated it, but she grit her teeth through the exchange. She reminded herself that this was for the sake of the 'imposter' and any affront to her ego was..tolerable.

To her credit, too, she didn't immediately lash out when she saw him poke at their body with his cane, turning them onto their back – she wanted too, though. She considered it, but the thought was quickly shot down when his stare turned back upon her, and she felt frozen in place again, her tongue a heavy weight in her mouth.

Yet she couldn't shake the sudden tenseness to his shoulders, his brows furrowed and a distant look to his eyes. It was..haunting, in a way.

She knows it well, she realizes. The realization and acceptance, the crumbling of every solid foundation you've ever known – leaving you to flounder in the waves, alone and afraid.

The gentleness in which he picks up the limp body surprises her though, his cane set aside. The rain howls like a horrid storm outside, but she cannot focus on anything but the furrow of their brows, the soft noise that escapes their lips.

"I trust that you know that this must stay between us," His voice is soft, like the gentle lap of waves against the shore, as he sets their body down against the bed, his hand lingering against their cheek with something almost like reverence – and if her eyes do not deceive her, affection. "Lady Furina."

She does not hesitate to agree.

"Well– well of course!" She huffs, crossing her arms over her chest and frowning at the feeling of her wet clothes clinging to her skin, a heavy weight that feels like it's dragging her down. "Just what do you take me for?"

He doesn't deign to respond.

It only makes her fume more.

Not that he seems to notice, unbuttoning his heavy outerwear and tossing it on the bed, rolling up his sleeves and focusing on the injured– er..yeah, she really needed a new name for them. Calling them imposter felt wrong.

"So long as you understand, then we will have no problems." She huffs again, pouting and puffing up her cheeks, sitting down on the other end of the bed with only an occasional glance towards him as he worked at peeling away the ragged clothes and examining the injuries marring their skin.

She suddenly felt out of place.

..What was she supposed to be doing?

As if noticing her sudden quietness, Neuvillette sighed, his back turned to her though his attention very much falling upon her. She really hated the feeling like she was being dissected whenever he looked at her. It was unnerving. She doesn't know how anyone else handles it..

"If you are so eager to do something, Lady Furina, then please have something brought up for when our..guest awakens. They will need to recover their strength."

Finally! Something she can do. She perks up, her heels clicking on the floorboards as she darts out like a bullet, unable to stay still for so much as a moment.

Neuvillette, for his part..

Feels an odd sense of serenity as he stares upon the troubled features of the..guest. A peace that lessens the burdens upon his shoulders, the weight of a nation upon his back.

He cannot hear the rain, anymore.

..It must have stopped.

[quaillegg]

He’s so pretty im gonna have an aneurysm !! I binged Castlevania Nocturne and it was so good, im clawing at my cage waiting for the next season to dropkwhehebakodkd