#so she was a little dazed

[sternenhimmel-mond]

Totally forgot that a dialogue option for Enthir involved him calling himself an Altmer. Babe you're a Bosmer.

"So they were like your kind?" (Very racist of our LDB)

"Like the Altmer? Yes, I would say their culture quite possibly rivaled out own." Said the Bosmer.

Clearly Bethesda had other plans for him originally.

[fizpup]

the best, and the very brightest!

[angel-blood-art]

i recently finished gravity rush 2 and say what you want about kali angel but she did NOT deserve what happened to her

[thisisnotkitty]

thinking about that scene in the fnaf movie where after abby got electrocuted she wakes up and mike reaches his hands out to hold her but she immediately goes to hug vanessa instead and you can just see mike's heart break as he lowers his hands

[dairyfreenugget]

(Going insane boinkinh one AU in my head)

Hey hey hey

May I interest you in

(Slowly slides my FaaF AU towards you but void just Disappears without a trace one day before the accolade)

Teehee

[kiddiekat-toybox]

These two are G3 Sunny Daze’s moms I think

[ink-asunder]

😭

Not to brag about my MLP collection on main, but my friend @slacker413 just gave me a Lot of g3/4 mlps she found at the goodwill. And the lot INCLUDED the dance studio Twinkle Twirl, Forsythia, AND the promotional Book&Beauty Sunny Daze 😭

[cowboy-robooty]

okay pls... somebody... tell me what the song sil vous president (pmarusama) is about. because. LOOK IM PUREHEARTED I DONT UNDERSTAND THESE LYRICS BECAUSE I THOUGHT ITS LIKE A YANDERE PUSHY ENTITLED GIRL AFTER A DISPASSIONATE GUY AND I LOVE THAT I LOVE IT BUT IVE BEEN LOOKING UP DIFFERENT TRANSLATIONS AND IT POSSIBLY COULD BE ABOUT A BOYFRIEND CHEATING??????? pls... PLS TELL ME.

[ephemeral-winter]

further proof facebook is over: it is 6pm on my birthday and so far ONE person has posted a message on my page

[radialarch]

thinking about how the contents of jo yeong's camera reel is, canonically, two (possibly three) blurry pictures of birds and then: navy babies

[victorluvsalice]

We’ve made it to Fall Monday in the Chill Save in this update, and that means one thing -- SPOOKFEST! Yes, I’m posting the Valicer Halloween update midway through December. XD Spookfest did not start particularly auspiciously for the trio, though:

-->Alice lost control of herself again and rampaged around the outer edges of the farm in a thunderstorm! Which ended up turning out badly for her when, during a moment I was looking elsewhere, she ended up struck by lightning! Fortunately she wasn’t hurt (in fact, it energized her), and even more fortunately it seemed to help bring her back to her senses, as I was able to have her regain control and return to human form on the porch shortly thereafter. Still, she ended up pretty singed, so I sent her for a nice muscle-relaxing soak -- poor woman earned it!

-->Smiler, for their part, ventured into the barn to try and actually START A ROBOT now that they had enough computer chips and mechanisms (plus some parts taken from Victor and Alice’s inventories and purchased from their laptop). Naturally, they started trying to make the Blue Rainbow Party Bot. But, sure enough, not long into it, they ended up getting zapped, and I ended up having them talk to Guidry instead for a bit, before having them zip inside to check out Victor’s new aquarium, tend the bonsai, and play a few tunes.

Victor, by the way, slept through ALL of this. XD Oh Alice, you really need to get that final promotion and that new bed. . .but yeah, not a great morning for Alice or Smiler. At least I was able to use Smiler’s post-robot-zappage activities to show off some of the stuff I’ve done around the house with the gang’s many photographs! We have some of the fun selfies they all took on their recent vacation displayed on Victor and Alice’s dresser (along with the original portrait Alice painted of Victor on his piano, and a sized-up version of the picture Victor took of Alice at the easel) on the wall behind; and some other snaps of their (very dark) Granite Falls vacation, along with the picture Alice painted of the “ranger station” sign in Smiler’s guitar corner. (Also a couple of pictures from their SimCity Founding trip into the Bramblewood above Victor’s piano.) I’m honestly enjoying creating all these little “photo walls” and suchlike -- it makes the house really feel like THEIRS.

Anyway, Alice ended up painting after her bath, while Smiler continued playing guitar and Victor finally got up to for the day. Did Spookfest improve for them going forward?

[forest-from-the-trees]

grief fucking sucks man

[wolfofwinchester]

// Claudia always bringing over gardenias for poor little sickly bean Sirius. :> Just imagine. Kid smells gardenias and he just knows it’s his grandmother.

AAAHHH!! YES!! Just putting a few porcelain vases by his bedside and hanging some above his bed. It's such a pleasant smell - DEFINITELY BETTER THAN THE GARLIC LMAO. She'll whip out the garlic garlands if he gets worse, but in the meantime, it's the gardenias. ;v;

Also!! He's so familiar with the oils, too. Claudia always rubs them on his forehead in specific little patterns he probably remembers real well from whenever he's sick, and they always help him feel better when she does. Those dastardly sick woes are slowly tided, and a sense of comfort is just there and just stays with the oils even when she leaves the room even after it's dried. She always sings the same little tune, too. "Be well, my little Sirius, be well. Be well, my little Sirius, be well. ♪ Be well and dance and hop and play, be well, be well, be well. ♪"

Rachel uses the oils too, but they just don't have the same kick as when granny uses them. v_v

[brynhildr-valkyrie-voldsom]

[lovelyghst]

ghost has such a vast array of names he calls his sweetheart in bed, but the one that won’t leave my mind is porn star. just listen ok—

he doesn’t even mean it in a degrading way, whatsoever. teasing, maybe, but never outright cruel. he just loves admiring you and your aptitude; your willingness to break a sweat when you’re on top of him, your resilience when he asks you if you need a break and you shake your head fervidly because he hasn’t reached his peak yet.

he absolutely adores all the noises you make. the soft and dulcet hums in your throat when he’s making love to you, to the rapid huffs of air being pushed directly from your lungs when he grabs your hips and uses you like how you begged him to. god, and your expressions? your smile as you unbuckle his belt, and your giggles when he flips it around on you and sneaks a hand beneath your skirt. even when you’ve been fucked utterly dumb, you’re still the prettiest thing he’s ever laid eyes on. it’s all so erotic to him, like it belongs on film.

and so he eventually comes through to just that, taking out a camcorder that happened to be lying around; one that he definitely didn’t purchase for the exact purpose of filming a little sex-tape with you, certainly not ordering it online behind your back or anything.

you happily put on a little show for him, with the lively energy in your voice turning sensual and your exaggerated reactions that soon become all too real. the lens staring you down from above as he takes his time with you, cooing at you the tenderest of praises whilst breaking you down to a shuddering mess beneath him before he even gives you his cock. slowly massaging your aching pussy, past your hiked up dress and through your cotton panties, just to drag his hand up your body and have you suck on the very thumb that made the soaked spot on your underwear. he’s such a mean, mean tease.

he’s enamored with the way your cunt stretches to fit his cock, especially how it shows up on the small screen of the camera. each ridge dragging against your soft flesh wrapped so tightly around him, to the point where his breath is hitching in his throat and he’s failing to suppress those faint groans and swears spilling past his lips.

“makin’ all these depraved noises for me, and no shame you’re bein’ recorded? already fucked you that stupid, ‘ave i, sweet girl?”

you moan unabashedly at that, words that should be demeaning only hitting you right in the sweet spot. you can no longer keep your eyes on the lens above you, reaching out to grasp at the wrist connected to the fingers circling your raw pussy as you plead with your brows. you’re so overwhelmed, though enjoying it far too much to quit.

wrapping your legs around his back and pulling him in closer, eyes rolling back. swollen lips falling further agape and making him chuckle lowly. he goes on ramming his cock into the sticky mess of your cunt, thumbing your clit to push you over so that the last thing your fuzzy mind will hear is him calling you his favorite nickname:

“my pretty, little porn star… takin’ everything she’s given, ‘n with no complaint. just like a good actress does, right, baby?”

he spurs you on, grinning huge behind the camcorder he holds when you hum and nod along with whatever he says. you pull his free hand into your own, lacing your fingers with his; he always grounds you so well after he’s spun you higher than a ballerina. dazed and content, and simple happy to give him something to watch while he’s away. you never have to act when you’re with him, but you can’t help the butterflies swarming your tummy whenever he praises you for it.

“there’s my good fuckin’ girl… now smile for the camera, princess.”