#ugh I miss u..

[artaintfartwarriors]

[catradoraism]

ND is like what if two gay childhood friends were horribly fucked up growing up and in love and divorced

true love is found in the childhood friend u were brainwashed with and has tried to kill u multiple times since u defected to the ‘wrong side’ <3

[crayolascribblz]

welcome home pls let me out I have a family (wh doodle duuump!!!!! ^_^)

and ofc the sillies,,

(this last one is technically a reupload but I wanted it to be with other stuff aswell it felt weird as a solo post)

[squea]

dear ea stop making all ur worlds so american like even the ones that are meant to be inspired by other parts of the world are so so american. bring us attached houses. cramped neighbourhoods. or just houses that dont have an entire football fields worth of space around it. awkward flats above shops and houses that are seperated by alleyways. no matter what my sims feel so fortunate to have such a huge plot of land even if their house is small like its so isolating 

[oceanwithouthermoon]

yk when i think about it, especially when im watching the anime with people who havent read the manga, the reason a lot of people who only watch the anime and didnt read the manga misinterpreted saikis character so badly is definitely in part because of how damn fast paced the anime is 😭

like that little smile and eye shine frame is there for not even half a second in the anime, so its easier to miss it and assume that he really did only finish those workbooks to get coffee jelly ☠️ its much more clear if you get a good look at how he reacts here that hes just a silly little tsundere and a fucking liar

[dandelion-roots]

[Image description: a digital drawing of sklonda and pok gukgak from fantasy high, two goblins with shoulder length straight hair and short curly hair, respectively. they're touching foreheads and embracing, both of sklonda's hands in pok's hair, while one of pok's hands is moving sklonda's bangs off her foreheads and the other is clutching at her waist. we only see sklonda's face and the look of silent grief on it. in the background on pok's half is a stylized dragon's mouth with teeth digging into his shoulder, and on sklonda's side are sheets of paper. over the background on the left is text that reads, it's okay, and then on the right side in brackets it says, (it'll be ok). End image description]

[crumb-crumblet-s-crumbington]

put the manthing on the phone.

[stuckinapril]

just a girl with her mother’s full lips and her father’s cheekbones and almond eyes that resemble neither of theirs. And the Memories

[1driedpersimmon]

Happy birthday L death note and also Happy Halloween!!!

Edit: everyone who guessed Patrick Bateman and Columbo you're right! 😘 blows kiss at u

[ierofrnkk]

Whatever you say princess

[sieglinde-freud]

thinking about fire emblem fates again which always means im thinking about them again help me

[even-disco-baby]

LILIENNE, THE NET-PICKER — “You’re pretty good with that boy, Cuno.” She says it thoughtfully, as though she’s turning this fact over in her mind as she works at the tangled net in her lap. The sea is a soft roar over the horizon, and the world is tinged a dusky blue.

“Really? It doesn’t feel like I am. He still calls me anything but my name. Usually a slur.”

“It’s tough love, Lilienne, that’s all. A kid like that needs discipline.”

“He’s not that hard to deal with. He just wants somebody to play along with him. That’s all any kid wants.”

“He was good to me first.”

LILIENNE, THE NET-PICKER — She arches an eyebrow. “Really now…”

DRAMA — She isn’t doubtful, sire. Just surprised.

LILIENNE, THE NET-PICKER — “Well, I hope you’ll keep on being good to each other, then. The kid certainly needs it.”

EMPATHY — And so do you, she thinks.

LILIENNE, THE NET-PICKER — “You seem good with the young people around here in general,” she muses. “Cuno, those kids at the church, Lily and the boys… You said you used to be a teacher, didn’t you? Maybe that’s why.”

PAIN THRESHOLD — A familiar ache squeezes your lungs. The same ache that drove you to become a teacher in the first place. An incalculable and long forgotten loss.

INLAND EMPIRE — Don’t follow this thread any further. Let it unravel.

“Yeah, that’s probably it.”

“No, there’s something else… Lost children, a lost Indotribe…” [Follow the thread.]

“I think I wanted to be a father, once.” [Change the subject.]

LILIENNE, THE NET-PICKER — She pauses her work, strands of the net wrapped loosely around her fingers, but does not look up. “…Oh?”

ELECTROCHEMISTRY — Hey, it’s never too late! Now’s your chance to give fatherhood a shot!

“Any chance *we* could make it happen?” [Give her the finger guns.]

“I wonder why I did…”

“It was a stupid thing to want.”

“I still do.”

“I guess it never worked out.”

LILIENNE, THE NET-PICKER — “Hm…” She goes back to her work, slowly and carefully. “Why not?”

“I don’t know. Can’t remember.”

“In *this* economy?”

“Things never lined up right, I guess.”

“I bet it was *her* fault. She ruined my chances forever.”

“Too poor and drunk and sad.”

“I’d never want to inflict myself on a child.”

“Just look at me.”

LILIENNE, THE NET-PICKER — She does look at you. There is no pity or disgust or whatever other terrible thing you expected in her gaze. Just a quiet acknowledgment.

EMPATHY — To her, you look just like a father she once knew. This only makes her more inclined to agree with you.

LILIENNE, THE NET-PICKER — “…When I first got pregnant with the boys,” she says quietly, returning to her work, “I was uneasy. Wondered if it was… right to bring them into this world. Into *our* arms…”

PAIN THRESHOLD — A rare pang wracks her. She does not like to think about these things.

LILIENNE, THE NET-PICKER — “I never did decide one way or another. I just knew what I wanted, and so I went ahead with it. *We* went ahead with it. And then again with Lily, even though…”

EMPATHY — Even though at heart she knew, by then, how it would all end.

SHIVERS — Five years ago, a man stands on the boardwalk where the corpse of a different drunken husband will one day be discovered. Bottle still clutched tightly in his hand, he fights the urge to throw himself into the dark water. He wins the battle today, but he will ultimately lose the war.

LILIENNE, THE NET-PICKER — “However things turned out for you, I’m sure you had your reasons.” She sighs, and cuts a strand of the net with the tip of her knife, then ties it back together. “Though that probably sounds shallow, coming from me.”

“A little, yeah.”

“Not at all.”

“Can I ask you something?”

LILIENNE, THE NET-PICKER — “Go ahead.”

“Do you regret having kids?”

“Uh… never mind.”

LILIENNE, THE NET-PICKER — She smiles, and there’s an uncharacteristic sadness in the lines around her eyes.

“No,” she says softly. “Never once.”

EMPATHY — She wonders if this is proof of her own selfishness.

It isn’t the children she regrets. It’s the world that she brought them into.

LILIENNE, THE NET-PICKER — “Now that they’re here, all we can do is love them. And you’ve got plenty of love in you for the children, it seems. That’s more than a lot of fathers could say…” She sighs, her eyes shadowed and sunken. “Oh, I don’t know what I’m trying to say anymore.”

DRAMA — But you know what *you* would like to say, sire. Go ahead. Now’s your moment!

REACTION SPEED — No, it really isn’t. Please don’t push your luck.

“Lilienne…”

Don’t push your luck.

LILIENNE, THE NET-PICKER — She turns to you, expression inscrutable with the light of the setting sun behind her. “Yes?”

“Do you think *we* could ever… try again?”

“Do you think you could ever see *me* as… a father?”

“Do you think there’s any hope in this world for any of us?”

“Do you think the children will ever forgive us?”

“Do you think I’m… a good man?”

LILIENNE, THE NET-PICKER — She looks at you, her chin no longer held high, a tired slump in her shoulders and something searching in her eye. Her hands are all tangled in webs of fragile knots.

“I think…” she says slowly, evenly, “you’re looking for something that I can’t give you.”

-1 MORALE

“Okay. Well. Khm. Right.”

“What the hell does *that* mean?”

“That’s not really what I asked…”

Say nothing.

LILIENNE, THE NET-PICKER — “I know what you’re asking,” Lilienne says frankly. “I’m just not so sure that *you* do…”

EMPATHY — For love.

RHETORIC — For vindication.

INLAND EMPIRE — For a lifeline.

VOLITION — For a future.

LILIENNE, THE NET-PICKER — Lilienne sighs, watching the twins in the distance, starting the long march home from the beach before dark. “At some point, Harry, you’re going to have to be okay with your life.”

SHIVERS — You have twenty two years left to reach that point.

[lemonlimestar]

HELENA MCFARLANE FIG NOBODY MOVE

[doukeshi-kun]

First off, your little fic was cute af. Domestic Kolya stuff makes me go bonkers, go crazy go stupid. Jumping off the walls. Make a wife out of that man

But I also wanna throw out there, I strongly believe despite his goals and motives, he'd be an amazing father. Like imagine, him and small kids that he helped make and they look and act like him. He'd have a blast bro I don't doubt it. Imagine the literal circus of chaos he would make with them, but the happy smiles and giggles they all would share. Amazing, precious. Oh lordy, imagine he brings them to "work" with him. Of course, these kids would not grow into being wonderful citizens of society lmfao, but the imagine of him bonding with his own children (that he 100% calls his little clown army or something) is honestly precious. The domestic stuff even would be so much cuteness I couldn't take it. I would gladly pop out this man's kids no doubt, on god, dead ass legitness

RIGHT YOU GET ME QUIN YOU ALWAYS GET ME😫💞💞💞💞💞 HE'LL BE THE BEST FATHER IF ONLY HE'S NOT THAT FIXATED ON HIS GOAL😭😭

i believe he doesn't have strong opinions on children. like, he doesn't actively like kids or play with anyone but he makes that exception on for his kids awww

AND HIM CALLING HIS CHILDREN LITTLE CLOWN ARMY WAGH SO PRECIOUS 😭💞 imagine them wearing mini eccentric clothes like him and he calls them to line up in front of him to brief what kind of fkin chaos they can do today hsgshdsh

i feel like nikolai's been independent for so long that he's very decent in basic chores. with his minions, he would certainly teach them how to do house chores so he can mess around with you instead lmao

the only downside is that, since he has a very complex mindset and questionable morales, i do think he will influence his kids, one way or another. there's a good chance that his children would grow up to be very morally grey. but worry not, he would even threaten his own kids to be nice to you.

he is gonna be a big manchild dad, i'm sure😍

aghhh i love this concept sm! 🌃anon used to send a couple ask where nikolai's a dad and reader is his daughter's friend mueheh

[inkykeiji]

Hi clari!

Tmi but yesterday my bf ate me out and he gave my clit a little nibble and even though its super sensitive it was over hood and I can't stop thinking about if touya nii would ever do that...💦 it actually made me really excited despite it startling me. It kinda felt really good lol sorry for tmi!! I just immediately think of touya nii with little possessive things like that

I hope your day is going well!

omggg anon seriously this would be one of his signature moves when eating you out!!! he loves the way it melds pleasure and pain together so perfectly; loves the jolt it sends rippling through your veins, promptly chased by a mewl of his name or a sigh of bliss <3 it’s so cute, he’s murmuring into your cunt, lips slotted flush and slippery against your empty lil hole, dragging his two front teeth over the swollen little nub again. his eyes are dark, pupils having gnawed away at sapphire irises and left a thin ring outlining black orbs, voracious as they soak up your reactions, watching you through a thick fan of lashes <3

the chuckle he huffs out is warm and wet against you, lips sliding along your slit as they spread into an involuntary smile, the gentle vibrations—roiling low and deep in his throat—sending tiny tingles buzzing through your flesh. and god, he looks so beautiful with his face buried in your body, with his skin stained shimmery with your pleasure. he laughs again when you tell him—s’my favourite thing to wear, he mumbles into you before his tongue is smoothing over your clit, one slow, hard drag over the bud, the confession sealed earnestly into the most intimate part of your body. his incisors glide over it again, this time with a soft growl, pupils pulsing as they attempt to swallow you whole.

he may look the prettiest painted in your pleasure, but you definitely look the prettiest when you’re trapped beneath his <3

[compacflt]

some more attempts at the top gun class of 86