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[m3tth4ws]

[whumpdidyasay]

Remington Steele 2x11 (part four)

[sparklingjay]

[caitlyn-kirammans]

BLUE EYE SAMURAI: 1x07 - "Nothing Broken" ↳ "There's something I need to tell you. You'll never see Akemi again. She's in Edo, marrying Takayoshi Itoh."

[sboochi]

Hypotetical meet-cute that turns into Jack questioning his life and Hiccup wondering who the frick is that guy staring at him from across the street

[ruanbaijie]

MEET YOU AT THE BLOSSOM 花开有时颓靡无声 (2024) 1.02

[proxythe]

sry for not taking tbosas seriously…icant help it…

[hoshingi]

WOOZI ‘17 IS RIGHT HERE�� Jacket Behind The Scenes

[softwaring]

sooo many flowers

[enidsinclair]

the press: cillian, we can't see it!

cillian: ah...

[supemaeve]

It's funny, you know, of all the people here, I've known you the longest. Sometimes it just seems like you're the only person I can lean on.

[surely-sims]

GET A CLUE! - BILLARDS TABLE 🎱

This is something I made to include in DoctorSimcraft's Manor build.

🔎  Decorative, 10 swatches, because the Sims hasn't added in Pool tables yet somehow???? 🔎 Made to work with the decor from this Billard Stuff Set by the S4S Team. 🔎 Fun to look at!

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[anonymousbandkid]

okay my absolute favorite thing about sxf is just how goddamn stupid loid and yor can be. like they're clearly both highly intelligent people in their own ways, but when it comes to handling their feelings for each other?? completely helpless. not a clue on earth. it's so entertaining and frustrating at the same time and i absolutely love it.

[chaoticentropy]

[sky-kiss]

Cambions are born from mortal females and a devil. Let's see that mortal, soft, squishy underbelly of Raphael, please

A/N: Oh, man, I don’t know if you were wanting horny or soft. You almost got cursed with Dad!phael, the greatest abomination I’ve ever created. But with this. I am free. Thank you all for the prompts.

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She comes to him one night, fragile and uncertain, still caught in her transitory fugue. His pet lingers in the doorway, pale and dressed in a white night slip. A personal favorite, cut to hang perfected with Haarlep’s help as a model. It means everything is perfect; everything is as he planned.

She comes, eager to please. Raphael sees the inexperience written across her soul if not her body. A foolish little mouse lost, starved for pleasure and the world’s validation. She crawls to him, shivering against the House’s heat and the force of her desire, scenting the air with it.

Harlep has whispered of the desires in the adventurer's heart: the little creature’s mind is full of Raphael. Laughable fantasies: Raphael loving her, a partnership, belonging. It’s a soul-deep longing, infatuation, and attraction drowning out her common sense. Tav aches with the force of her want. Aches down to her bones.

The little mouse crawls into his bed, slipping beneath black sheets. Her arms wind around him, hands splayed low on his belly. Raphael growls, pleased, threading their fingers together, pulling her closer. So soft, so small, so needy…so ready for him.  

Tav shivers and molds herself behind him, the blankets pulled up to her chin. The devil tips his head to the side, puzzled by this development. “You’ve come all this way, little mouse. Why have you stopped?” 

She smiles against his skin. “I was cold.”

“And you considered the Archdevil Supreme a substitute for a warm bath?” 

“You smell nicer.” The entire experience is surreal. She burrows nearer. “Goodnight, Raphael.”

A part of him rages against this indignity. She exists for his pleasure, not the other way around. The slinking voice in his head, the Archdevil, says to send her below, to the gaol, and make her regret it. Or make her service him, make her understand the cost of his bed. 

There is a smaller voice, the mortal voice, he rarely allows himself to indulge. No harm can come from this; it will only endear him to the girl. And if she is exhausted, it's due to the work she’s accomplished in his name. Let it be the carrot tonight, rather than the stick. 

Raphael frowns, turning in the circle of the insufferable little beast’s arms. Tav smiles in her sleep, blissfully unaware of the danger. He traces a bruise blossoming across her shoulder. 

In a fit of uncharacteristic generosity, he permits her to stay. He is safeguarding a powerful asset, nothing more. 

[elvenfaur]

I’m really proud of this wig even though it was a last-minute-glue-it-all-together-for-the-con wig. I am ripping out the hairline to ventilate it for real though, haha!