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Bobtail squid larva PNGs.

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Finally done with the male skin, at long fucking last. That being said there's still a lot that I need to do, mainly finishing the female skin; then I have to convert both texture sets to the vanilla bodies, fix up some stuff on the back end of things, and create some patches for a few mods. There's also a few miscellaneous cosmetics I'm thinking about adding, like some optional whiskers and some custom makeup/colour overlays; but we will see if I get to that.

i’ve been thinking about this video nonstop since the first time i saw it

the jaunty walk perfectly in time with the music. the tip of the hat the unaware or uncaring bystanders. the shaky camera with random zooming. the fact that this is seemingly happening in a park. this is peak media i can’t get over it

ps5 brain monday

Snippet - A Monstrous Suitor - Forward, but Never Forget/XOXO

“It is a truth universally acknowledged, that a single man in possession of a nation, must be in want of a wife.”

Just, y’know, don’t let him anywhere near your actual family….

Forward, but Never Forget/XOXO - on AO3

During brunch, Chross—the old prankster—sits Silco beside fashionable matrons and their eligible daughters. One by one, Chross makes a show of asking Silco about his private life, and the privations that go hand-in-hand with his seat of privilege. A farce worthy of the Demacian Bard. Silco plays his own part impeccably; half the game is being a good sport.

During a lull, he leans towards Chross and whispers, “Digging an early grave?”

They’re old allies; Chross can take a joke. Even if it’s only half-playful.

Chross offers a yellowing crescent of a grin. “Come now, Silco. One can do worse than choosing from such colorfully-arrayed dolls.”

“Shall I take them home to Jinx?”

“Jinx is young and has her whole life ahead for dollies,” Chross chides. “You, on the other hand, must choose one on the shelf. It will be a political statement. A symbol of inner stability. Our leader can’t have a reputation as a hot-footer.”

Silco circles a fingertip across the rim of his teacup. Pomegranate tea. An offshoot of a successful Ionian trade deal.

“I’ll survive.”

“Take it from a shriveled old relic. Many a gentleman survives the gilded halls, only to be gutted in the ladies’ boudoirs.”

“I do enjoy a good gutting.”

“Don’t tempt fate, my boy.”

“Nor should you.” Silco smiles, mouth a slash of serrated ivory. “Otherwise I might propose a union.” At the look of bemusement on Chross’ face, he unhurriedly corrects, “Oh no, dear friend. I don’t mean between old vipers like us. I mean with one of your charming daughters.”

Chross laughs—a horrid faux-cheerful whinny. “Would you? Delightful!”

Pecking a sip from the edge of his teacup, Silco kisses the red droplets with his teeth. “No less delightful than they. Candidly, it’s hard to choose. Marlene is so fiery. But I’d burn out for her in no time. Bianca is sweet, but a romantic. She’d end up disillusioned at best, heartbroken at worst. The best would be your eldest. Esmée. She’s the most patient. That’s what Zaun needs.”

Is that a glint of dread in Chross’ rheumy eyes? "She’s fond of you, too.”

“Of course. We share a common perspective.”

“That you are an inveterate monster.”

“Precisely.”

They trade practiced smiles. The subject is dropped, as it always is.

why does this whole scene look & sound like a YTP

me every day logging onto tumblr dot com

i love drawing gentle family dynamics

I don’t have many furry adjacent dolls, but it’s always fun to add another to my collection. I just hope one day I can find a Hasbro Peteena doll but she’s gotten way more scarce in recent years. https://www.instagram.com/p/CUABkgnhiIr/?utm_medium=tumblr

me and my 10 self inserts with minor differences

Lofi vibes for the weekend ~ 🎶

Still image under the cut.

Music credit: 'Our Love' instrumental version by Instrumental ID.

please take this tiny orange gift for all your upcoming simblreen party needs 🎃

a deco pumpkin with candies in it! what more could one want

has 3 swatches: orange, green, and pink

newspaper not included

original mesh credit: x

merry simblreen 👻 download (always free)

family memies arcane fart

Jinx-Arcane Fan Art by Bin Yang

Headcanon about Dwemer women. My take: Young women preferred to wear light clothes and didn't get a lot of piercings. The older ones wore more clothes, more status jewelry, and grew beards. The length of the beard determined the social status of a woman and her position in society. Braids were woven from beards and decorated. It was also a sign of maturity and wisdom.

Blond Silco was a mistake. Too little nose, too much chin... This is exactly why you don't settle on your early designs x'D

Early concept of drowning scene

Damn I'm so curious as to what scenario had Powder screaming down from an airship??

Early Deckard looked like a grownass adult, especially compared to a more kid-like Vi in short hair!

CLAGGOR HELPING POWDER JUMP A SMALL GAP!!!

🌱🐇

Abbey bominable stimboard

💙 💜 🤍 / 💙 💜 🤍 / 💙 💜 🤍

Summer finally melted Winterhold. Swimming season in our beloved College is open!

tracing tattoos + finn

finn is uncharacteristically obedient as you silently lead him to the couch, nudging him into his usual place by the armrest. he complies, and while he doesn't question nor react to your actions, you can see the curl of his mouth peeking from the golden brace on his jaw as he spreads his legs wide, putting an arm on the armrest--fiddling with his lighter absent-mindedly, and beckoning you to his lap with the other, swiftly wrapping his arm around your waist the moment you situate yourself on his lap. he heaves a deep sigh like a huge weight has been lifted off his shoulders when your fingertips graze the tattoos on his forehead, tracing the patterns and following the lines.

''something the matter, sweetheart?'' he asks just as you're swiping your thumb over the lines under his eye, voice low as if he's afraid the tender atmosphere will shatter if he speaks any louder, slit pupils following your every move as you slide your hand up to trace the snake tattoo on the side of his head, pursing your lips and shaking your head no. you can feel his silent contemplation on whether to push the matter, the clicking of his lighter getting faster like the cogs turning in his head before he snaps it shut.

you smile in appreciation. he always reads you so well.

finn hisses when you splay a hand across his broad chest, your icy fingers sending a chill down his spine, his grip on his lighter tightening as you trace the tattoo on his chest with one hand while the other travels down to his neck. finn looks at you through half-lidded eyes when he hears you huff in displeasure, only to find you glaring holes into the collar of his poor jacket for denying you full access. his lips curling up, finn rolls his shoulders, effectively shrugging his prized possession off, craning his head to the side for good measure, mirth dancing in his cyan eyes as he takes in your reaction, all too pleased to hear your breath catch in your throat.

what a sight to see, the notorious chembaron offering his neck to you like that. the urge to sink your teeth into him is too great, it doesn't take you much to cave in and do exactly that. his chest rumbles with laughter as if he'd expected it to happen, his hand traveling up from your waist and finding homage in your hair, pressing you even closer to him as you soothe the bitemark with a swipe of your tongue, craning your head up to mark an all too familiar spot under his ear--the blank patch of skin right above the hyena's head, successfully drawing a low moan from him.

finn tucks his lighter between the couch cushions, his hand coming to rest on your thigh, giving it a firm squeeze as a warning. he waits for a moment longer, only taking action when he figures you have no intentions of stopping. hooking a leg under yours and shifting his weight, he easily flips the position, climbing on top, making sure to trap you beneath him.

''aww,'' he coos at your flustered face, hooking a finger under your chin to guide your gaze back to his, ''if you wanted to fool around, all you had to do was ask.''

Viktor: это все твоя вина

Jayce, sighing: yeah, I know

Caitlyn: I didn't know you spoke russian

Jayce: I don't. I just know the phrase "this is all your fault" in every language he speaks

body worship + finn (giving) inspired by this lovely piece by the talented @whooshhhhhh

''What, not so tough when you're on the receiving end?'' Finn grins impishly, slowly crawling on top of you, holding himself up with one hand while the other grasps your chin, tilting your head to meet his eyes. ''Color me surprised,'' he huffs, sarcasm dripping off his husky voice as he drinks in the sight of you writhing under his large frame with hungry eyes.

''Look at you,'' he coos, ''I haven't even started and you're already squirming. Where did all your attitude go, hm?''

''Fuck you,'' you spit out, brows furrowed, though, with the way your voice cracks and heat climbs up your face, it comes off as desperate rather than intimidating.

''You will. Eventually,'' Finn chuckles, ''If you behave, that is.'' and god dammit, you wanna wipe that cheeky smirk off his face so bad. Your heart is beating in your throat, breathing rapid, and you can't even squeeze your thighs to get some friction because his knee is lodged right against your core, and you'd rather not give him any more material to tease you with. You can feel your arousal soaking through your panties, and being sopping wet in anticipation when he has yet to grace you with his touch is just... plain embarrassing.

...Is this how he felt when he was the one trapped beneath you?

Calloused fingertips trace your lips, Finn releasing a huff of amusement when you let out a shaky breath. Feeling more vulnerable than ever, you're practically trembling from the nerves under his touch, and he notices, he always does, bringing his other hand up to cup your cheek, his thumb swiping over your cheekbone soothingly. Small as the gesture is, it helps you feel better.

He takes his time, his lips and hands brushing over every inch of your skin, every mole, every freckle, every mark. Neither of you has to say anything, he can deduce just where you're sensitive by the mere hitch on your breath and he lingers there, sucking small hickies all over as if he's trying to paint a blank canvas, as if he wants to leave evidence of his presence. He's seen you trace the lovebites on his skin and yours on the morning after, a soft smile on your face as you remember the events of the night prior, a flush creeping up on your face, and he intends to leave a lasting impression tonight.

''Not to parrot you or anything, princess,'' he starts, ''But I've always been fascinated by your lips,'' he pushes two thick fingers past your lips, and you don't hesitate to suck on them eagerly, your eyes slipping shut as you hum around his digits. ''They look so pretty, wrapped around my fingers,'' he chuckles, and you crack your eyes open to shoot him a warning look that screams 'don't you dare—', but Finn pays you no mind, ''They look much prettier wrapped around something else, but oh well,'' he sighs wistfully, ''That's a conversation for another time.'' He slides his fingers out of your mouth, leaning in to press his lips to yours.

''You're an ass,'' you mumble against his lips, giggling into his mouth when you see the curl of his mouth peek from the gold prosthetic.

''...And?'' he raises an eyebrow, ''You still like me. So guess which one of us is winning,'' he sneaks in another kiss, ''I hope you don't expect me to wax poetic bullshit, sweetheart. You know damn well I'm not good at that,'' he shoots a half-hearted glare when you snort in agreement, ''Plus, I would much rather show you instead.''

His large hand wraps around your throat, ''Like the way your mouth falls open when I do this,'' he squeezes lightly, and as if on command, your lips part as you suck in a sharp breath. His hand lingers a moment longer on your throat, feeling your heartbeat thrum under his fingers before it trails down your collarbone, stopping when he reaches your chest and you brace yourself for a twinge of pain, ''Ah— there it is,'' he snickers, ''You know the rules. Two for flinching,'' he swiftly delivers two flicks to your pebbled nipples, tugging for good measure as he watches you grasp the sheets in an effort to still your body with a dissatisfied whine.

His hand ventures lower, hooking a finger under the elastic of your underwear, dragging it down your thighs tantalizingly slow, not breaking eye contact as he takes it off, lifting your leg and propping it on his shoulder before he drags his cock between your wet folds, ''See? Your back curves into a beautiful arch every single time,'' he murmurs as you keen in his touch, the piercings doing down the length of his cock providing you with much needed extra stimulation, but he doesn't give you anything more but a short bark of a laugh when he sees the way you're dripping onto the sheets.

''Unlike you, I'm not a merciful lover,'' his voice turns commanding, ''Beg.''

''Make me,'' you grin as you narrow your eyes at him, daring him to try. He has never been the one to back down from a challenge, his eyes crinkling with a knowing smile as if he was expecting your response, ''Oh, I will,'' he starts, cogs in his head already turning with all the ways he can torture you so sweetly, ''Count on it.''

could you possibly do arcane men and what kind of noises/expressions they make when they cum

arcane men + expressions & sounds when they cum + where they like to cum

cw: smut, plus!sized fem reader, lots of cum, porn audio (irl links) || [women ver.]

Vander: finishes in: inside or your mouth [visual] [visual]

A series of growls and grunts. He lets out a lot of heavy breathing, like he just can't keep up with how good he feels and his brain is partially-fried from all of the stimulation. He'll usually cum with a shout of your name, tearing off into the end with a bellowing growl.

Silco: finishes in: inside or your mouth [visual] [visual] [visual]

Fairly quiet, lots of heavy breathing and grunts. He'll whisper your name in low tones. Sharp inhales through his nose. His breathing will get deeper the closer he gets and the faster he fucks himself into you. If he's feeling particularly vulnerable, he may whine out your name or some form of sweet nickname as he fills you with his cum.

Viktor: finishes: inside, your mouth, your tits [visual] [visual]

He can feel pretty self conscious of the whines and moans he manages to make, he doesn't want to hide not when you make him feel so fucking good! The more relaxed he feels, the more noises he'll make. Especially with you on top of him, he'll all but beg for you to let him cum inside you or all over your body. Viktor loves watching his cum drip from your tits down onto your stomach, he may actually have some sort of undiscovered marking kink.

Jayce: finishes: anywhere he can, as long as its on you or in you [sound] [visual] [visual] [visual]

I don't care what Netflix says, Jayce is loud. He's a mixture of shifting whines into broken gasps, his voice sounds rough and scratchy like he's just run a marathon and it's teetering on voice-cracks and desperate moans. He's cried during sex before because it always feels so fucking good. He's gonna keep a tight grip on your thighs while fucking into you like the good little power bottom he is, all while singing your praises on how you're an actual goddess. Jayce nearly passes away every time you ask him to cum inside, his voice is impossibly high and squeaky when he finally shoots his load into your cunt, back arching and voice breaking.

Finn: finishes: anywhere [sound] [visual]

Please, gag him. He's so noisy. From the moment you sink his pierced cock into your cunt to the moment where he's rearranging your guts so hard you're seeing stars. Finn laughs almost drunkenly, crazed with the way your tits bounce. he drools and gropes at your breasts all while pounding into you like some unhinged beast. Sure his cock is gonna be red and raw tomorrow, he's still going to fuck you then too. You're his girl, you make him feel so good and he's gonna scream it so loud when he cums and he cums an almost ridiculous amount. You really must muzzle your hyena.

soooo… do you guys think that Finns metal jaw is cosmetic body mods? Or do you think it was due to an accident working in a Zaun factory? 

For the last hour I have been trying to figure out if he has a lower lip (no reason no st-). I mean we see that Zaun is so dire that even Chem Baron children work in the factories, so in my mind its not outside the realm Finn lost it in the Piltover war as a child or working in a factory. 

But I was wondering if anyone else had headcanons? Please just a crumb of a content for a criminally underused character.

I'm not sure what simblr's general opinion on this is, but peeking back in after my long hiatus, I have a lot of thoughts...

In my opinion, Patreon killed all of the momentum that ts4 simblr had pre-2020. I think we all know a lot of the bigger issues- permanent paywalls, creators doxxing and bullying, cliqueing up and sharing info- but I mean even besides that. I mean specifically early access, two to three week delays for releasing cc, the version of paywalling that most people (including myself) accepted.

It's good that creators were able to get paid for their work, especially during the pandemic. But I think, unfortunately, it had other effects too. I remember back then, being disappointed at how much was eacc, and that was only like 25% of the cc coming out, and it (almost) always was popular creators with high quality work. But slowly but surely, nearly everyone moved to patreon (which I've noticed has caused a lot of cc to be forever lost once patreons were closed/deleted) and 99% of the time it was early access or even exclusive. Many people started blogs with early access cc from the get-go, without having a presence beforehand, and those blogs seemed to be some of the most focused on blocking anyone that shared their cc. The cc varied in quality- it could be simple mesh edits that were still mostly ea, or recolors, or even just patterns sourced from other sites. It didn't matter what it was, it was just content for money, anything to pad out the month and keep patrons. Creators would do early access and then link the cc through adfly or to TSR or simsdom/simsfinds, one by one, even if it was supposed to be a pack. It wasn't bad enough to call out, but it was purposeful.

CC on tumblr became a business in a way it hadn't before, even with other paysites in sims history. And while some people are happy to donate to creators they like now and again... most people either can't or won't. Many simmers are children, and many simmers are adults with strict budgets, especially during the pandemic. And truth be told... they probably got bored. Because it's all terribly boring. CC shopping isn't fun anymore. It's the briefest serotonin seeing something interesting on your dash and then instantly flying away when you see you'll have to wait almost a month for it. And if it wasn't a creator I really liked, I forgot about it instantly after that... sometimes even if I really liked them. Motivation dropped. People stopped being excited, and stopped playing.

Nowadays, it seems even worse. Because the amount and variety of cc and creators has dropped drastically. I'm shocked to see 2-3 cc posts per day, if that, most of them paywalled. It isn't just cc posts either- used to you couldn't look in the s4cc tag for cc, it would be so crowded with non-cc sims posts, but now it's depressingly easy... and empty. Lookbooks, edits, gameplay, cc, it all seems more sparing. And you don't see the same creativity, the same fun random little items, stuff that was interesting even if it wasn't necessarily perfect. Or wild ideas or cc that would appeal to certain small niches. Because that isn't profitable, is it? When you need to create a certain amount of items per month at a certain quality to keep patrons and therefore income, you have to strategize, for good or for bad. Some people are able to do that, and while good for their business model, it limits what they can create and how much energy they can spend on each item. Some people aren't able to do it, and burn out and leave. Either way, creativity suffers. Enjoyment suffers. Creators leave from the passion being sucked out of their hobby; non-creators leave from frustration and boredom. And you're left with a handful of creators still going by their cc business playbook, month by month. But how long can those few sustain themselves?

It's natural for communities to ebb and flow, or even completely die out, but ts4 simblr had been going strong for years before this overall, even if it was in waves. In the pandemic, it should've flourished the way other many other communities did, especially gaming focused ones. But, it didn't. Instead it slowed down, more people left than the amount coming in, the engagement died down, and it seems like as a whole custom content hasn't advanced at all. Maybe it would've happened anyway, but I honestly think patreon contributed a lot. Also, ts2 and ts3 communities weren't affected in the same way, afaik, which makes me think it was paywalls even more.

Can it be fixed? Maybe. If paywalls weren't as much of a thing anymore- and I don't mean completely gone, but just a fairer ratio- I think it could. But now that it's become a standard, I doubt that will happen. I think most people have moved to other places where they don't have to deal with it, like discord servers, and simblr will continue to lose momentum.

It's good for creators to have the option of getting some income for their work, but I guess I'm just saying... at what cost? Beyond the monetary? If you're not super popular, are you even making enough for the added stress to be worth it? If you are, is this going to be satisfying and maintainable long-term, without burn-out/effects on your mental health? Who will pay for it when the number of players keeps dropping? And will this continue on to the Sims 5 community in the future? I honestly hope not.

Four years ago. 

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arcane + receiving bjs

cw: smut, fem!plus sized reader, muzzling (finn's), touch-starved, virgin bjs (viktor)

Vander

Warm, calloused hands cup your cheeks the moment your tongue laps at the pearling bead of cum on his tip. His breathing is slow, thumbs smooth over the soft skin. His cock is very thick with swollen, round balls--he's not stupid, he knows he's big. He's in no rush for you to take him, he wants you to go at your own pace though he can't hide how he's very visibly throbbing and twitching as cum leaks from his tip, pooling down onto your waiting tongue.

The moment you actually, fully take him as far as you're able his body has tensed up. He's white-knuckling his worn-down chair with one hand while the other rakes through his short slicked-back hair. He hates how quickly you make him cum, he hasn't had the privilege of a girlfriend in a very long time much less a pretty mouth to empty his load down all the while cooing sweet praises.

"'Atta girl, take every last dop down that cute throat of yours. That's a good girl, my pretty girl. Did so fucking well, darl. Gonna make me cum again just by looking at ya. Open your mouth, let me see. Swallowed it all already? C'mere, darl, it's your turn."

Silco

Sucking him off or having him eat you out hadn't been a bridge you'd yet crossed in your relationship. You had both left your interactions as soft, quick kisses or lingering touches. You'd place your palm to his chest, leaning up to press a feather-light kiss to his scarred jawline tjat would leave him flustered. He would often hold you by your waist, a guiding hand on your elbow pulling you away from an unimportant conversation, or even secure his hand at your lower back.The want to please him in such a way had been there and one day, you decided to bite down your fear and go for it.

You approached him at his desk, where he mindlessly signed his signature on new contracts and fees for other buildings that he had now come to own. You say nothing as you crawl beneath his desk despite feeling his duo-eyes burn into your back. Your hand slides up his thigh, rubbing at his pelvic bone. "May I?" You ask softly. With a rather stunned expression, mouth slightly ajar Silco nods. You undo his zip with newfound confidence.

"Gods," Silco moans head falling back against his chair hips stuttering when you take him all the way back to your throat. It's so tight and hot and went, he can't think properly not when you suck him off so well. His hands pet your hair softly and he spares a glance at you and cums on the spot, your pretty siren-like eyes staring up at him in awe through your lashes. He moans out a grunt when you swallow around him, drinking down every drop before slowly pulling away and opening your mouth at him. He smirks. "What a naughty girl you are, dear. My precious darling. Thank you for that... Come, sit on top of the desk. Part those delicious thighs for me. I believe it is my turn to repay the favour."

Finn

"Since all you do is run your mouth, maybe this will help keep you quiet." You grin, procuring out a black muzzle. A silver bar runs through the center of it, something for him to bite down on. You fix the muzzle onto his, pearly white teeth bared down on the metal bar. His bright eyes are wild, narrowed and staring you down. The bare expanse of his tattooed chest is heaving and you haven't even touched where he needs you the most.

Heavy, large cock pressed tight to his previously loose-fitted pants. Precum stains the fabric, definitely knowing he's messy beneath and absolutely dripping with anticipation. Finn lets loose a shaky breath the moment you circle your finger along the curve of his cock before freeing him of his materialistic confines. His massive girth falls out thudding to his stomach, soaked with precum as expected.

Finn is not able to make much noise with the bar clenched between his teeth. Only able to communicate that things feel good through strained moans, broken off whines, and the stutter of his hips as he pushes more of his thick cock down your throat. He lives for the way he feels your mouth constrict around him and the soft choked gags you make when he thrusts too far. It doesn't take him long to cum with a strangled cry, whining meekly when you continue to suck to the point of overstimulation. You remove the muzzle from him, giggling at the way saliva coats the bar and clings to his lips. He looked positively fucked out already.

Viktor

I'm sorry, you want to what? He assures you he doesn't need that sort of stimulation, as erotic as though as it may be, he has work to do. Your solution? Suck him off in the lab of course! :] If he can't leave his work, you'll come to him.

He absolutely can't help but stare at you the moment you pull his achingly hard cock from his trousers. Your touch is warm and extremely gentle. He'll never admit he's often thought of this and to see your small hands wrapped around his long cock, the sight alone sends arousal pooling in his belly. Ropes of precum already sliding down his head to his shaft.

Your tongue feels absolutely delightful. Viktor can't possibly think about the Hexcore, not when you're sucking him off so diligently. You're all the way down on his length, nose tickling the soft auburn hairs at the base and your free hand is so tenderly stroking his braced leg. Every bob of your head makes your tits bounce beneath the white blouse you'd been gifted for your birthday. All Viktor can do is arch his hips forward and press his hand gently to the back of your head, encouraging you to keep sucking.

"Oh, dear, that is so good. Your mouth is so hot and wet. I'm going to cum soon. Will you swallow for me? You've taken me so well, I'm so grateful. You look delicious like this-- all for me. That's it, take me all the way. Oh, fuck, princess."

Jayce

Pretty dumb boy loses all train of thought the moment your pretty lips wrap around the head of his cock. Your breasts all but falling out of the cups of your bra, he can't help himself but to reach down and grab a handful and squeezes.

The slurping noises are so fucking obscene, Jayce is doing all he can to keep this image of you ingrained in his memory for future use. He's stroking your hair, no matter the length he's helping you hold it back by using his hands as a makeshift hairtie. He's doing little micro thrusts into your mouth, drunk on the way you take him deep in your throat. A few more strokes and he's cumming with a loud shout of your name.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck, baby. So fucking good, so fucking good." He's babbling, spit dribbling down his chin, his voice is embarrassingly high. Rolling his hips against your face, he takes to fucking himself into your mouth just a bit more til he's cumming hard. Your name graces his lips as he continues to pump his cum down your throat. His cock is twitching, burning with the raw bite of overstimulation gathering any cum that spills out on his thumb and pushing it back into your mouth. "Good fucking girl, my pretty baby. C'mere, c'mere gimme a kiss. Want your mouth on mine, fuck."

The Sims 1 Magical Arachne Costume

the sims 1 Arachne Costume /DL

This Costume Contains Buyeables|4 Casual outfits|10 outfit textures {!for every skintone and outfits!}|3 heads and 11 head textures {!for every skintone!}

Silco:

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