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hyunpic · 2 months
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HAPPY BIRTHDAY HYUNJIN 🖤
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undefeatablesin · 10 months
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Me when other people enjoy my hunter gals in any capacity
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foxsoulcourt · 11 months
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drinking up the majesty of these colours + shapes
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grateful to share the magic of this place w/2 DeLigHtFuL companions that day : @fuzzballsheltiepants + @justadreamfox (who did the heroic job of driving the whole dang day-into-night)
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what if we were friends drinking wine, singing together and staring into each other’s eyes
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rewindremi · 10 months
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HAB WHY ARE YOU OUT RN WE ARE AT *WORK* PLEEEEEEASE
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cicadidae-tm9899 · 2 years
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Finished toh today and cracking my joints like a regular person is no longer acceptable i need to remove my fucking limbs
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starsandthorn · 2 years
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i’m sorry for who i’m going to turn into once 2.8 comes out
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spcowboyau · 10 months
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HOMEWARD BOUND: PROLOGUE 5
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???: Hey boys!~ ???: You looking for some fun? ;) Crowd: OOOOOH......! ???: Teeheehee!~
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KYLE: HUUUUUUUUUUUUUUH?!?!????????!!?! STAN: Yup, good ole Kenny McCormick. SPARKY: 😊🏳️‍⚧️?
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KENNY: Stanley Marsh!!! What a lovely surprise..! KYLE: ??????????????????????? STAN: (dude just play along,) STAN: Miss McCormick, looking as beautiful as ever. STAN: *snickering* KENNY: *stiftling laughter* Why thank you, darling! You're always such a gentleman, hehe~ KYLE: (Oh my days,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,) KENNY: Hmmmm...........??
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KENNY: Why hello there...... I see old Stanley's brought along company.. He smells less like horseshit and more like a looooooooooootta money..... KYLE: H KENNY: My, he's adorable...! KYLE: HU HH WHU HU UH STAN: *through tears* kenny i will pop a vessel if you dont stop right now oh my god STAN: *deep breath* STAN: Let that boy go, he's (heheheheh) not your new toy..... (heheheheh) KENNY: *pitched giggling, shifting into a more masculine laughter* KENNY: Alright, sorry, haha, KYLE: H HHH hH KENNY: Anyways, you two might wanna step away from the bank.
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juanarc-thethird · 7 months
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Know Your Audience
Bleiss: *in Jaune's bed with super sexy black lingerie* Oh Darling~ Wanna play with me?~💕
Jaune: *Stuffing some video game controllers and snacks into his backpack* I'm sorry Bleiss, but I already agreed with the boys to a marathon of video games. Maybe tomorrow, okay?
Bleiss: *Confuse for his lack of reaction* Wha?
Jaune: See you later. *Leaves*
Bleiss: *Angry* Why doesn't he fall for my charms?!
Nora: *On the celling holding a video camera* It's because you don't know what turns him on.
Bleiss: Nora, what are you doing there?!
Nora: That's not important. What is important is that I know what will help you pitch a tent in Jaune's pants.
Bleiss: Really?! Tell me now!
Nora: Hold on, this information has a price.
Bleiss: I'll give you anything!
Nora: That's what I like to hear.
The next day.
Jaune: *Enters his room* God, I'm tired of playing so much. I want to get to my bed and-
Bleiss: Hello Darling~💕
Jaune: *Blushing* Bleiss?
In front of him was Bleiss lying on his bed dressed as Ishtar from Fate/Grand Order. Her costume was identical to that of the character, down to the last detail. She even put her hair in pigtails to complete it. Bleiss is pleased with his reaction, but even more so with the large bulge that is forming in Jaune's pants.
Bleiss: I see you like my outfit, how about me and you-
Without letting her finish, Jaune was already on top of her with his shirt off and his pants unbuttoned.
Bleiss: *Scaroused* H-Hey, Darling! What are you doing?
Jaune: *Horny* Sorry Bleiss, but I can't contain myself.
Bleiss: W-Wait, let's at least start with some foreplay, okay?
Jaune: I'm sorry.
Bleiss: W-Wait... J-Just wait....
Jaune: I want you~💕 *He kisses her passionately.*
Bleiss: ❤️‍🔥💕❤️‍🔥!!!
Later that day.
Pyrrha: NORA!
Nora: *Sitting on a pancake-shaped beanbag* Yes?
Pyrrha: Did you help Bleiss so she could sleep with Jaune?!
Nora: *Acting clueless* Who me? Never...
Pyrrha: Then explain this.
Pyrrha takes out her scroll and shows Nora a video. In the video Bleiss is lying in bed while being rammed extra hard by Jaune from behind.
Bleiss: *Looking at the camera* Oh fuck!~💕 Are you watching Pyrrha… Aah~💕… Jaune is trying to get me pregnant. Shit!~ Are you jealous?~💕 Ugh!~💕
Jaune: Oh shit, I'm cumming!
Jaune suddenly drops his hips into her, burying his cock deep as he cums vigorously.
Bleiss: OoOooh~💕 FuuUCkk~💕 Is so much cum~💕Nora is a fucking genius~
Video ends
Pyrrha: *Angry* Any last words?
Nora: *Scared* Please don't kill me!
Pyrrha: Too late for that.
Nora: Wait, I know how to get even with her!
Pyrrha: Speak
Nora: Thank you... *Ahem* What bust size are you?
Pyrrha: Huh?
To be continue...
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matchadobo · 3 months
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KIDD; hockey player kidd x figure skater reader
summary: title says it all
warning/s: none, very fluff, gn reader
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* thinking about hockey player kidd who's been exceling since high school as that athlete kid and figure skater name that was also unstoppable in ice.
* kidd is an absolute monster at the rink, as aggressive as hockey players are; kidd was perfectly suited to this. the team's ace and is totally the most jackass member; nobody can say shit about it because he carries the team. he's a good team captain but not a good senpai, he'd enjoy making the rookies suffer and would entirely destroy them at initiation, he says it'll only make them stronger
* just imagine kidd in a jersey 😩 that big angry man who's as pale as snow with his fiery red hair standing out in the rink. would probably have 1 as the jersey no. cuz he boastful like that. and oooooh when he raises his jersey to wipe off cold sweat during practice and that sculpted fucking body just oooooh
* you know i fight fire with fire so figure skater name who has the same amount of feist, skill, and stature in the field minus the arrogance
* so when you and him met, imagine the absolute pandemonium. it'll happen on one winter olympics where the only thing you two agree about is how each other ticks you off. you two'll meet at the bleachers by the rink because you both plan on using it at that time
* "got here first." he'll say, tone assertive as he fixes up his shoes. "and?" you'd reply walking closer to him with both hands on your jacket pockets. "i, will be using the rink. and you, should go." he wouldn't budge, would instead stand up and try intimidate you. "nah," you'd clicked your tongue, taking off your jacket. "don't wanna. you don't even own the place." you left your stuff by the bleachers to enter the rink and left him fuming
* he'd then watch you on your competitions to get to know the jackass who messed with him.
* "since when were you interested in figure skating?" killer would ask and he'd receive a glare from the other. "was just checkin' if the rink is big enough." then he'd leave 🤣 killer will look at the screen and immediately knew why kidd was acting like that
* since then, you two will somehow bump into each other a whole lot. and each time you two see each other, kidd would either avoid you or scowl at you. that's why your impression of him was really, really bad. you thought of him as a local athlete asshole.
* so when his match finally came and you were there to watch him, you saw how much of a different person he was. he was his team's ace and captain. how he carries himself in the ice was reason enough why he was the captain. you studied him thoroughly: no matter the vulgar shit that comes out of his mouth with all the curses and insults, he radiated an attractive kind of leadership. his kouhais and mates listened to him and once the game plays out, next thing you know they're winning. his kouhais looked at him with much admiration, and it looks like you are too.
* when the game finished and you went outside to get some food and to your surprise, he was buying the same burgers you were eyeing.
* "i swear, you're following me aren't you?" kidd barked, clicking his tongue. "i'll have you know that i'm a regular here. if anything, you're the one following me." you rolled your eyes, fishing out money from your wallet. "tch, i better fuckin' leave then." he started walking away as you waited for your food. "h-hey wait," you called out, contemplating if you should continue. "congrats on winning, you were pretty cool back there."
* he'd scowl again, start to blush profusely as red as his hair, and leave 😭 you'd be kinda hurt but what else can you do about it? he started avoiding you since then
* little did you know he'd be watching you at your next match at the farthest top of the bleachers just so no one would know. kil would 🤪
* kidd would be so in love with how you move, would go crazy about the fact that you two shared a rink to victory. he never appreciated artsy and dramatic shit and that's exactly what youwere doing, but you might've just change that. as someone who would only be interested in aggressive cool shit, this was a first for him. he'd watch you earnestly: how your expressions change, the shape of you, or how your body twists and dances gracefully on ice. he wouldn't be able to sleep that night especially on what you told him after his match.
* so he visited the rink once more to clear his head and figured he might see you there again, in a very unlikely chance he did see you. he figured you seem to be practicing for finals. "it's midnight." he'd greet you, his deep voice echoing in the hall. "yeah. and you're here." you stopped, skating towards the bleachers. "gotta practice for finals too?" you added. "nope, don't need to." arrogance once more, it pissed you off but now you're amused. "of course you don't," you smiled. "then what're you doing here? you must be tired from today, right?"
* he'd take a while to answer, as if thinking if he should honestly answer. kidd would always speak his mind, he was blunt and that's what he was known for. so right now, as the glass of the rink was separating the both of you in the cold ambience of midnight, he was too lost in you to think properly. he'd just brush you off and say, "'s none of your damn business. i can't sleep, maybe the ice'd fuckin' help." he dismissed, crossing his arms and looking the other way.
* so an idea popped in your head, "if you wanna take your mind off of something, maybe skating would help. go put on some skates." you skated away, continuing on your practice. not thinking about if he'd ignore you or agree. he gave no response but left, it saddened you a little
* only that he returned and is now skating with you with a mild blush on his cheeks, he said it's due to the cold and a pale ass like him becomes red as hell in those times 🥺😞. playful insults turn into snippets of your backstories then into little things about each other as you both glide across the ice. he can speak normally without insults after all.
* you two didn't mind the time at all, nor the press camping out the venue catching some pictures of your little adventures with the scotland's hockey team captain as you two snag foods from 24hour food places within the vicinity. nor does kidd give a fuck about the articles that resurfaced the next day about the rumored relationship with you
* "so you two hit it off, huh?" your coach asked you and his teammates interrogated him. you two just dismissed them with flushed red cheeks.
* after the olympics, you two didn't even try to hide the fact that you are going on dates.
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charliemwrites · 6 months
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what if Price is literally the only one to come out of a mission unscathed so while Ghost, Soap, and Gaz are in the infirmary, Price has to go take care of reader?
Oooooh now we’re talkin’ anon. A couple people said price was mean when I introduced him to reader….. what do you guys think this time?
You know before the door even opens that something is Wrong. You know because Simon is late again and last time he was late, Johnny came to babysit.
It’s not johnny that comes in the door.
You happen to be slipping from the kitchen with a bowl of marshmallows when Price walks through the door. You freeze. He freezes. Slowly, his eyes fall to the marshmallows in your hand… and your puffed out cheeks stuffed full of them.
“Have you had dinner?” he asks.
You look very far away. “Mmm….”
“That’s not an answer.”
“Mm!” You make a show of chewing.
He huffs in amusement and drops his bag at the door. Your eyes flick to it with concern, shuffle on your feet when he moves closer.
“Remember me?” he asks when you finally lose your nerve and take a step back.
You swallow the last of the sugar and nod. “Captain Price.”
“Attagirl.” He beams. “You can call me Price, little one. Or John, but only if you’re nice.”
You frown at him, hugging you bowl to your chest.
“Don’t give me that look, I’ve heard all of soap’s horror stories.”
You huff, scrunch your nose. Where is Johnny, anyway? Simon said that he’s the designated “babysitter.”
“Everyone’s laid up in hospital right now, so it’ll just be me and you.”
You can’t keep the nervousness off your face.
“H-how long…?”
“Few days, at least.”
You frown. That’s not specific enough. He doesn’t explain further.
When he takes another step forward, you take two back, heart starting to pick up.
“Dunno why you’re so afraid of me, little one, but look. I just want to get some proper food in you, yeah? You look like you haven’t eaten and Simon will have a fit if he finds out.”
You swallow and nod, but don’t creep closer. He doesnt press this time.
“Alright, how’s this, you keep snacking on those while I get dinner ready. But you come eat when I call, yeah?”
Seems… reasonable. You nod and retreat to the couch, eyes never leaving him.
It’s not, uh….. easy. You can’t pinpoint why you’re so skittish. He’s not done a thing to make you afraid. Not one! Is even a pretty decent cook.
Later that evening, you try to retreat to your room, but he click his tongue, calling your attention. He holds out a hand, coaxing.
“C’mon, stray. Don’t you wanna watch your shows?”
You try to find excuses, but he just sits there patiently, watching. Eventually you cave, creeping closer. Hesitate at his hand, just out of reach. He wiggles his fingers teasingly. You carefully slip around to the other side of the couch and curl up.
He allows it for a little while. At some point he gets up, gets a water that he sets in your hands. When he sits down again, it’s much closer than before. You finally find something like annoyance, grumbling and trying to press into the arm of the couch.
“Listen to you,” he chuckles, reaching for a scritch. “So dramatic.”
And this time you do get your teeth in him. Bite down and then almost immediately realize what you’ve done. You go still, mouth still clamped around the meat of his thumb.
When your eyes venture up to his, he looks… amused. “Are you happy with that choice?”
You shake your head very carefully.
“Would you like to change it?”
You carefully unlatch, running your tongue over your teeth.
“There a reason you’re biting?”
You always have a reason to bite, the hell kind of question is that? You scowl.
“Too close. Back up.”
“Simon says you need cuddles.”
You hmph. “Simon’s not here. I don’t even like cuddles.”
“Oh, we’re lying now is that it?”
You make a frustrated noise and try to climb off the couch. Price sighs and snags your shirt, keeping you from getting far.
“Stop it!” you cry, pressing your hands to your face. “I’m scared because you keep pushing! I want Simon. I wanna be alone.”
His expression softens. “I know, little one, I’m sorry. I have to push because I need to make sure you’re being taken care of. Can’t do that if you’re hiding away, understand?”
You make a helpless noise, tears boiling over.
“Are they okay? I want them to be okay, even if they’re the worst.”
“They’re alright, lovely. They’ll be here to visit you soon. Come here? I don’t have to touch you, but just come sit and calm down. Sip some water.”
You do as your told, upset and exhausted. Price keeps his word and gives you a little more room, not touching. Even offers a pillow for you to hug. It still smells like Simon.
“Now look. I know I’m not Simon, but I can’t do things the way you like if you don’t give me a chance to try,” Price explains. “No more running. Compromise with me.”
You nod, and even go so far as to press your knee against his thigh. He nods, offers you a smile that is… rather nice now that you can manage to look at his face.
“Good girl.”
“That’s for Simon.”
He pauses, looks thoughtful. “Attagirl?”
You nod.
“See? You’re alright. Now settle in. One more episode and then bed time, yeah?”
You nestle down into the cushions. Don’t make it one more episode before conking out.
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citadelsanchez · 2 years
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hahah what if Rick gets drunk and reader if taking care of them and he just slips that he likes them? and compliments them and just kinda goes off?(then denies anything happened the next day when they ask?) I just think about that a lot tbh sdkj
You got it! Wrote this at 3 am and couldn't think of a better bit than the hair thing, go easy on me asfjkxc. Also did it in y/n fashion again. Hope you like it!
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"Alright Rick, I may be alone in this opinion, but the way you're staggering and drooling on the floor tells me you need that bottle confiscated" you sigh, miserably attempting to snatch the alcohol from Rick's fingers.
"Hey s-s-sh-ut the fuck up Y/N, y-y-y-you're being ridiculous. I'm a-alwaaays drunk" Rick retorted, successfully pulling away the bottle away. He laughs before teetering again, placing his hands on your shoulders to balance himself.
You look up at him with a slightly annoyed expression. "Rick, I've been trying to get you to bed for 2 hours. Please just stop being stubborn and follow me."
He pokes your shoulders playfully now, "Oooooh, really? Into bed for w-what cause I think I'm down."
"Into bed for my sanity, please."
He scoffed in response, beginning to walk off into the Smiths' living room but knocked over the table near the wall instead.
"Rick, Jesus Christ," you tug on his arm and he bends down slightly, clearly fighting sleep to the best of his ability. He puts a hand in your hair and starts twirling it in his fingers slowly.
"How do youuu get it s-so bouncy?"
You're confused for a second and then stifle a laugh, as you've never seen Rick this vulnerable and... affectionate? before.
"I- uh, it's just volumizer" you respond.
He looks at you still in a dazed wondrous state. "It's pretty. And I-I don't like that wo-ORRD but you know, I guess I co-could tell you that now. I always n-notice it firSSTT when I see you," he burps out.
You feel a slight warmth in the pit of your stomach. Rick has always been playfully flirty with you here and there, but has never expressed any kind of genuine sentiment like this before.
"Thanks Rick, that's.. that's sweet of you."
"I-I-I mean like I actually think you're cu-cute like a little baby, i-it's weird," he goes on.
"Okay, tell me more, but let's go in here okay?" You gently place your arm under his and steer him towards his bedroom. He rolls his head to the side and gives a small "okay" in response.
You manage to drag him into his room and take his lab coat and pants off and get him onto the bed. "Ugh, see wh-what I mean, it's sick..ening" Rick slurs out, staring up at you.
"What?" You ask, sitting on the bed beside him.
"H-how fucking caring you are. G-god I just want to be around you aalllllll the time. I always hope it'll-it'll rub off on me b-but I don't think anyone could be as go-good natured as you."
Your cheeks burn red as you study his face, his head still bobbing while blinking at you slowly.
"A-and I know that I'll deny this sh-shit later but Y/N you're a saint. B-beautiful and delicate. And I've s-seen a lot o-o-of fine specimens b-but I think you're the truuee definition of a goddess."
Your mouth hangs agape a little as you realize that he's serious. He's not just spouting some speech, he's telling the truth. The unfiltered truth. Only drunk Rick does that, and you've only seen it twice before.
"Um, well- thank you Rick, you're uh, not so bad yourself. I've always-"
"Hey, shh, this was my confession t-time, not yours. J-just lay with me, pleaaseee.." you can see his eyes start to flutter shut as he holds an arm out to invite you into an embrace.
You lay your head on his chest and he wraps his arm tightly around your body before you both drift into a deep sleep.
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In the morning, you awake to an empty bed and glance at the alarm clock on the bedside table. It reads 11:54 am. You're beginning to recall last night's events as Rick walks in, fully dressed. He clears his throat.
"So you wanna tell me why uh, you're in my bed?"
You snicker at this. "Oh, Rick, you suddenly don't remember?"
"Remember what? If we screwed, th-then clearly not. Must not have been that impressed sweetie."
"Nope, we didn't. Buuuut, you did basically praise me all night" you smirk.
"Not a chance," Rick laughs and crosses his arms sternly.
"You did though. And I know that for the smartest man in the universe, your memory isn't that bad. Even in a hangover," you tease now, desperate for him to admit to his vulnerability.
He sits on the bed beside you and leans to get in your face. "Are you that desperate for my attention that you're making things up?"
"Hmm, I guess so. Anyway, I've got to go get dressed and volumize my hair, we'll talk later," you smile as you get up to leave.
Before you go, you catch a small look of shock on his face and a quiet "shit" escape his mouth.
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m1ssunderstanding · 2 months
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Understanding Lennon McCartney Rewatch Part 4.1
This is embarrassing but I'm actually so obsessed with the first five minutes of this episode that I've got it bookmarked in my YouTube account. It's just so perfect!
“Say you don't looooove him, my salamander. Then why did you neeeeeeed him? Ono don't answer.” He genuinely thinks need and love are the same and I really hope he's got therapy for that messed up mindset by now.
Officially honored as the most successful musical composer and recording artist of all time. That damn well better be mentioned in his movie. And people still don't take him seriously. But also. John definitely smashed his TV.
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I'm screaming. I love Linda the promoter so fucking much!! Interviewer: I knew a lot of your records had went gold and platinum and– Linda: a lot of them? All of them! Ugh I wish she was still with him now.
And then THIS! “What really happened between you and John?” As the first notes to “I Will Survive” play. It's too good. Everyone has to go watch that bit right now.
Linda coming in for the kill again with her fake posh accent: critics? Critics? Oooooh! … They're always three years behind.
Look at him (to the tune Bitch by Meredeth Brooks) he's a whore, he's a father, he's a star, he's a success, he's a lover he's smug, he's laughing, he's having fun, he's working hard. He's everything.
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Interviewing Wings concert goers and this one girl goes, "oh I just got off on all of it" and another one goes “It was great, i came twice!” Literally it should've been me!!!!
The McCartneys are seriously such a big family. And it's been Paul's responsibility since was about 21, really, to make sure they're all okay financially. That Francie story of him crumbling in the street in Liverpool haunts me.
"Why shouldn't they go to the same school as everyone else goes to?" State schools should be the only legal schools btw.
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I love what the creator does to contextualize their songs by pairing them with other contemporary footage. It makes it much easier for me to understand why something like “arrow through me” (which I love but none of the people I've shown it to do) would've been so popular.
Oh here we go again. Just show us the marriage certificate already.
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Cackling at the contrast between “Old Siam Sir” which is one of my all time fav rockers and footage of the Stones being cringe AF and Dylan being so beyond done he's basically dead.
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Oh. Okay. And then they slap us in the face with John's poor baby late 70s demo voice crooning, “Don't want your looooove. Anymore.” “I die each time I hear your name.” I'm fine. It's fine. I'm just vomiting my guts out because I'm sick. That's why.
The pairing of “Mr H Atom” with Paul's would've-been drag show is genius, but what is that clip of some sort of trial stuck in there? If anyone knows, please inform me. (16:15)
John sounds so sad talking about the “endless search for . . . Scotland . . . Within an hour of New York.” I can't help thinking of the Mull of Kintyre. But John was also the one who turned Paul on to Scotland in the first place, ≈always waxing poetic about the heather and the hills≈.
Sean is so adorable. Reminds me of my little guy a bit actually.
Why do I always want to tell Paul to be nice to John? John is worse to him. Idk maybe because John's pain is more visible.
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rudhira · 8 months
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Oooooh dear prepare for a long post :)
So, I made a mesh for adults and elders, based on the Dina dress, Tantra19 edit, edited Bun heels, and reshaped trenchcoat boots, all by @serabiet. It has the Dina dress cleavage, but an alpha editable panel to cover it up as well. It also has two shoe groups to choose from, depending on if you want heels or boots. I've used it to replace... a bunch of stuff.
afbodyhmnightout, afbodyshortdressshoesep2, afbodydresssequins and afbodyshortdressshoes are all bundled in one package. hmnightout has been pinned to H&M (even though it came with FT) instead of showing up as custom. hmnightout and shortdressshoesep2 have been edited to remove jewelry, and for the skirt part of the latter I used this. sequins has been edited to utilize the new turtleneck mesh, and get rid of whatever jewelry and nail polish. shortdressshoes use the Dina dress textures.
Download shortdressshoes! - swatch
afbodyshortdressboots and efbodyshortdressboots also use the Dina dress textures, but I made a new recolour to replace the animal recolour. Not sure what animal it was supposed to be, but now it's leopard.
Download shortdressboots! - swatch
afbodyturtlesweaterdressshoes basically use these textures by @vulrien-sims, but recoloured to match the colours from the game.
Download turtlesweaterdressshoes! - swatch
Now, general information: The turtleneck dresses are everyday only, everything else is everyday and formal. Formal apparently includes clubwear to me. There are regular versions of each file that replace only the outfits that appear in game, and there's a file labelled ADDONS that will add... on... everything shown in the swatch, for both adults and elders.
And, for the truly daring, you can get everything in one package. Age conversions and extra recolours. That's 13 dresses each for adults and elders. Previous swatches apply.
Download everything!
If you want these with jackets, go here!
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frogaroundandfindout · 24 hours
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OH SHIT OOOOOH S H I T
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Apple seed (Omake?)
So Charlie's labor proved to be... hellfire and brimstone.
Was Charlie's own birth anything like that?
Hey, Drenosa!
Charlie's birth? Oooooh.....
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Lilith: *devil horns and eyes glowing red as she screeches and spews fire out of her mouth to the ceiling* AAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!
Lucifer: H-Honey! Honey! Sugar Cube! *dodges a fireball* DUCK!!!
Unsuspecting Imp: Huh??? *gets grabbed around the throat and chucked out of St. Ans Hospital* Yaaah-hoo-hoo-hoo-hooey!!!
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