#tresspasing

[rhulyon]

I don't want to be abducted by the swedish

#but they promised food #and i get to visitmy swedish friends #and maybe i can tresspase into mojang and coffee stain studios #but i don't wanna

[eroguru]

my childhood friend became a cop :')

#text post #funny thing is we once had to hide from cops together bc we were tresspasing in an abandoned building lol

[codemonki]

Drawing Vaelin Lavellan my beloved. Trying to make it look like the character tarot cards however, it's gonna be like end character arc for her. Might make one for my Warden Sylvana Surana, however her ending might be a little tricker to do... Maybe I'll make her look like a traveler with Zevran and their dog, cause I had her travel before coming back in awakening....

I'm gonna have to make a few of these.

#dragon age #inquisitor lavellan #warden surana #vaelin lavellan #sylvana surana #GOD i think of them often #i should.. doodle them meeting in the aftermath of tresspaser

[bitchlessdino]

TPC: Seungcheol hot tub sexcapades

Series

Pairing: afab!reader x seungcheol

Genre: smut

Word count: 2.6k

tags: virgin!reader, mention of body image issues, mention of adult content, mentions of tresspasing, mentions of drinking alcohol, smut but not sex? nag!seungcheol, heavy making out, oral (reader rec.), fingering

Summary: At the grown age you are, you were very much ready to lose this social construct that is your virginity, and who better to lose it to than the hottest guy at the party.

author note: i haven't touched this in so long. Happy to have them back and with cheol of all people. hopefully finishing this soon bc it looks like I have another mile stone Im about to hit.

Tag list: @iwouldbangchan @1uvlywon @just-here-to-read-01 @candidupped @minnie-mouser22 @shiningstar-byulxx @90s-belladonna @misssugarlips @tommolex @hoeforhao @honglynights @homerunhansol @dkakapizzaboy @junhui-recs @svtup @buffhoshi @meowmeowminnie @caratochan @lovebot4han @lovelyhan

The only times you’ve cum were by the will of your own hand. It’s embarrassing to admit, but you are painfully a virgin.

High school wasn’t great to you and neither is college, but it came at a point in time you were ready to get it over with. God, did you sound like some cliche. Not any more cliche than this party you’re at though. Drunk, horny, high. Almost everyone there was one, two, or all of the above. 

You aren’t all that different. Especially after landing your eyes on possibly the best lay you could have. His eyes round like planets, shining brighter than any star in the sky. His hair is coiffed more perfect than the head of any Ken doll. And his lips, so naturally pouty and biteable, sinking your teeth into his bottom lip would taste sex alone. 

“Ooh, he's a good one. Nice eye.” 

“Em, I can’t,” you say, shaking your head at your friend. “Look at him. He’s too out of my league. What would I even say? Hey, you’re really hot, wanna take my virginity sometime? Are you kidding me?”

“Why the fuck not? You’re hot, he’s hot. You would make the hottest porno ever to exist—if that was your plan.” She adds that last part after seeing the panicked look in your eyes.

“Yeah,” You reply, rolling your eyes. “Hot stud steals V card from loser virgin.”

“There’s a market for that,” she nudges.

“Whatever. I’ll probably just look for someone more approachable.”

“Hey, the worst thing about coming up to him is he says he isn’t interested.”

“And how is that not at all traumatizing?”

“It’s life. Just be willing to walk through it.”

With a bit more convincing, somehow she’s managed to push you toward him. Your sneakers dragged against the floorboards, hands shaking in anticipation. In a split second, his bored gaze lands on you, and a chilling strike runs down your spine. It halts your step. Time slows down as the corner of his lips slowly turns up. His chin lifts up to greet you nonverbally, waiting for you to come closer.

You finally reach him, eyes following you like a hawk, you try to relax in his presence. Emphasis on try because besides the music, all you can hear is the pounding in your chest that travels to your ears. You release a shallow breath before saying “hi,” really wishing now you accepted that drink earlier when you arrived.

“Hi.” His voice was deep, yet mellow. “Having a good night?”

“I think so. You?”

“You can say that.” He briefly nods off to scan the party. “Could be better though.”

“How so?”

“It just,” he simply shrugs his shoulders, “could be better.”

You take a second to think about how you can turn this around in your favor. Strategizing happens to be one of your many amazing qualities. Like a light bulb appearing above your head, you remind yourself of the neighborhood you’re in and how familiar you are with it than you realize. “What if I told you I knew a place we can use a hot tub? No one home, all to ourselves.”

“I’d say, ‘hi, I’m Seungcheol. Pleasure to meet you. What’s this about a hot tub?’”

You make your grand escape from the party to take Seungcheol to a neighbor's house that you’re used to babysitting. As far as you know, they’re on a vacay to the Bahamas and won't be back until next weekend. That means you have all the freedom to hop over the fence to their backyard with an unlikely chance of getting caught.

“So, how do you know this place we’re trespassing?”

“I know the owners. I’m sure they wouldn’t mind.”

You turn on the hot tub and watch as the bubbles start to form, your smile doing just the same. Your eyes shift from the water to him nervously. “Just takes a few seconds. Meanwhile…” Your fingers fiddle with the bottom hem of your shirt, raising it past your mid-drift. Your nails graze up your sides as your shirt is pulled over your head, revealing imperfect skin, an imperfect body, scantily clad by beige–your safe color–lace and ribbon. “We can’t get our clothes wet.”

It took time for you to give your body the love it deserves and some days you still feel it’s not worth it, but at the end of the day, you’re the one living in it. You had it only in yourself to love it the most, even if you made it the reason you’ve gotten this far without popping your cherry. Your worst critic would always be yourself, after all.

Even in this backyard, where Seungcheol can't even bear to tear his eyes away from you. He draws in a breath, quietly scoffing to himself as he outlines the shape of your body. To him, the evening air smells delicious with the addition of the view. And no, he wasn’t looking at the full moon tonight.

The sensation in his chest deepens when your shorts are released from their top button, falling to your ankles after the zipper is pulled down. “Well?”

He looks up after your eruption of giggles, watching as your toe is first to dip in the warm water. Inch by inch, your body gets submerged, raising your internal body temperature by several degrees. He breaks away from your gaze with a smug smile, finally removing articles of his clothes, starting with his shirt. 

An Adonis body perfectly matching his Adonis face. Chiseled all over, his muscles stood taunt on his figure. He joins, sitting across from you, sharing the heat of the surrounding water, now glistening his skin in the beautiful twilight. You could devour every inch of him.

“This is nice.”

“I told you. Would take this baby out when the kids I babysit are asleep. Let my mind go blank for an hour or two.”

He nods at that, silent after.

“This is actually the first time I brought someone, always too scared about getting caught on the job. Haha.” Why would you say that?

You shut your eyes in embarrassment but tried to get over the initial cringe of your words before changing the subject. “So, do you always follow strangers at the mention of a hot tub?”

“Not always, but I find it better not to question most things. More fun that way. Do you always lure strangers into intimate and private settings?”

“No, but so far I have no complaints.”

He gives you a closed-mouth grin, now making you wonder about the smile he’s hiding behind those lips. “Let’s hope I keep it that way.”

The air is thick with tension, even six feet apart from each other. Most men would pretend not to look, but not Seungcheol. His eyes stayed stuck to you, dark and stormy in stark contrast to the clear skies faintly illuminated by the lawn lights and barely there stars. You are almost sure he wants you at least a third as much as you want him, but he made no gesture in approaching you first, so you dangle yourself in front of him. 

Lifting off your seat, your breasts bounce up from the water it once floated in into the cool, crisp air. You saunter in his direction until you're mere centimeters away from him, supremely conscious of the pure sex radiating off his pristinely large build. “It’s gonna sound like a cliche, but I don’t do this kind of thing. I’m usually a by-the-books person.”

“What’s changed?”

Your hand reaches for his bicep, hard and pulsing under your fingertips, and you pull yourself towards him, knees bent on either side of his thick thighs until you're straddling him. Your eye level ascends until you’re looking down at him, his irises dilating once he sees you and feels your soft curves meet his deep hollows. “You look more fun than books.”

“So what, you’re gonna do things differently with me?” You feel the pad of his fingers ghost over your spine, shivers following, causing you to arch into him with a gasp. “I don’t know if I’m worth all that.”

Your hands trickle on the nap of his neck, threading in his dry hair, and excitement bubbles inside you. “The call I get to make.”

His lips, pink and plump, meet yours when you lean in. Like pillows, they cushion the impact and hug the curve of your lips before they start ebbing with carnage. His hands press into the solid of your lower back, fusing into like a tense thread has snapped loose. Your tongue beckons him for access, cheeks flushed against him. You whimper as he holds you tighter, his erection digging into your crotch, and you can somehow feel how wet you are. You’re wet all over from the water your party submerged in, but the lining of your warmth contains a more viscous fluid.

Eventually, Seungcheol pulls away, earning your bemused expression. “I’m not taking your virginity.”

“What?” You ask, shocked, backing away. “How—Why the hell not?”

“I overheard what you and your friend said. Not very subtle. As to why…you deserve better than that.”

You roll your eyes, “Ugh, you’re one of those guys. Remember that not everyone holds the value of sex to this same high standard.”

“But you do, given you feel so pressured to do it for the first time.” He lays an awkwardly platonic pat on your arm, discomfort apparent on your face, but he shows no sign of caring. “I’m not going to let you throw something…heavy away to someone you met—what, 15 minutes ago—to cater to a societal norm. Depending on the person, they would have hurt you. I could’ve hurt you.”

“Look.” Your hand presses against his bare chest. “I approached you. I chose you. Who I decide to have sex with is up to me. I’m grown enough to make that decision.”

“I’m not telling you to promise your body to someone you plan on marrying. What you deserve is to have it to be with someone special, at least someone you trust. Why would you let me even this close to you?”

You scoff. “You had no complaints when we were making out. So don’t use this generic ass excuse that it should be ‘special’ or someone I ‘trust.’ If you don’t want to sleep with me then don’t.”

“You don’t listen.”

“I’ve complied with most things in my life. This will not be one of them. Now, if you don’t want this, it won’t be you. I’ll move on to someone else…I’d just hoped it’d be you.” You lift yourself onto the ledge, only your feet in the water. “Seeing as this is going nowhere, thanks for wasting my time. Good kisser though. Three stars.”

You’re about to leave when his hand stops at your knee. You look down at him expectantly as he gets closer. “Stubborn too.” He stands in the pool to meet your eyes, lips pursed in an amused smile. “I followed you so no one else would. I plan to keep it that way.”

You raise a brow, unsure where your surge of confidence came from, finally feeling the tremble of your hand as it covers his. “What makes you think after this I plan on staying with you?”

“Because although I won’t be having sex with you, I can give you something just close enough.”

Now both hands are on your knees, lips colliding with yours once more, just as hot and sweet as the first kiss. You moan as his teeth dig into your bottom lip, his hands finding your unbreached heat. Then there's that familiar reflex of pulling away, the situation dawning on you now. You blink back at this beautiful man that takes your breath away just from his mere presence and get that same feeling every other time you come close. “Seungcheol…”

“You backing down on me, virgin?”

“Okay, that hurt.”

He chuckles. “I’m teasing, but not the kind I should be doing.” He lands a kiss on your nose. “I’ll be careful. If you let me, that is.”

“I am. You just make me really nervous.”

“I understand. I won’t do anything you wouldn’t want me to.”

You nod, a little too eagerly. “I want you. I-I’m letting you.”

“Good, then relax.”

He parts your legs further away, hand firmly pressed against your warmth, seizing the oxygen from your lungs, and he kisses you tenderly. Your hand clasps over his cheeks, deepening your liplock, and you feel the courage seep out of his fingers as they push aside your damp panties. His digits glide over your moisture, coating himself in the arousal built over your time together and you feel him smile against your lips. “That’s definitely not water, but I have a feeling you know that already.”

“More teasing?” You ask in a weak breath.

“I’ll make sure it’s worth it.”

He bows his head, his knees hitting the plastic bottom. His hands glide over your thighs, a tingling sensation follows its path. His kiss marks your skin in a way that wasn’t visible, only burning you with an unreplicable heat. His touch—gentle and firm—makes your head go to places you usually go to when you’re alone. His eyes tell you comfort and safety, but conflict with the glint of hunger that shines through.

He kisses the center of your folds, easing at you with light flicks of his tongue. Although delicate, it drives you insane, wanting you just to bury his face inside you already. Patience eventually rewards you as his tongue runs stripes over your bordering thighs—small jumps on your end—then your slit. He coats himself in your translucent nectar, sighing in your heat. Mewls then leave you like a nursery rhyme, haunting yet addictive. “Delectable just as much as you look.”

There’s a slow rise and drop of your chest watching him devour you. His lips purse to your core, darting in you to lap your insides, and you whine from his vigor. Your thighs press against his hot, red cheeks as water splashes around him. You shake—vibrate actually—speaking his name like it was the only thing that makes sense, and somehow you still feel how gentle he is with you. 

This stranger is meant to be a stranger, so why did he make you feel special?

With the curl of his fingers, they plunge in you, feeling how you pulsate around him as he sucks on your clit. You buck into his face, a wreck, hands glued to the edge of the tub in anguish. Your moans are a grand symphony on loop, the background music to the beautiful moment he’s savoring. How you gush feels him with pride, tightening his core as you push his head closer with your knees. “I-I’ma cum…”

He says nothing, only rummaging faster, deeper, holding on to the pace until his gums are filled with your climax, not minding how it makes him a mess. Your hips hit his face in an erratic beat, only settling down after he licks your thighs clean. You gasp in amazement, only for that gasp to be swallowed by Seungcheol as he sticks his tongue down your throat; you taste his promise.

You part in thick, glossy ribbons, eyes fucked from–you still can’t believe you’re saying this–orgasming by someone other than yourself.

“T-thank you,” you say with gratitude you conjured from the pit of your stomach.

“If you really want to thank me,” he leans in closer, “Let me take you out sometimes and I’ll let you experience it all over again.”

#svthub #seventeen smut #seungcheol smut #choi seungcheol smut #seventeen #scoup smut #choi seungcheol #seungcheol #scoups #seventeen seungcheol #seventeen scoups #seventeen x reader #seventeen x y/n #seventeen x you #svt #seventeen fanfic #scoups fanfic #seungcheol fanfic #seungcheol x you #seungcheol x reader #seungcheol x y/n

[australet789]

TLK: Mothers and Fathers

"You are pregnant?!" Kion exclaimed, scaring a few zebras that were eating nearby.

Kiara left a soft chuckle. "Wow, not even Kovu reacted THAT badly".

"When? How?" Kion still couldn't believe what he was hearing.

Kiara raised an eyebrow. "Do you REALLY want me to answer those questions?"

Since Kion didn't reply back, she continued. "Yes, Rafiki confirmed it to us after the coronation ceremony. We still don't want to tell the Pride yet because Kovu and I are still nervous about this. But I wanted you to know first, since you are my brother."

Said brother was still utterly silent. Kiara started to get worried.

"Kion? Lil' bro? Are you ok?"

Still no answer.

"Kion!" Kiara roared, and that seemed to get the red mane lion out of his stupor.

"W-wha-"

"What's gotten into you? Do you think I'm going to be a bad mother or something?"

"No, Kiara, wait-"

"That I'm not brave, or smart or strong enough to get through this? Because let me tell you, I'm not here for you to doubt my skills as a mother even though I'm super scared and I don't know how to not be like Dad or-"

"When did we get so old?"

That stopped Kiara's rambling.

"Excuse me?"

"When..." Kion licked his muzzle, "when did we stop being cubs. You... you are going to be a mother. You are Queen now, you have a duty and you are fullfiling it!"

"Kion..."

"Meanwhile, Rani and I are still playing around! The Night Pride is getting older and we...I am not doing anything as a King to help with the matter. I'm just patrolling and sleeping and fighting tresspasers because I don't know what else to do!"

"You want to have cubs for duty?"

"YES! NO!" Kion was shaking and he started to rub his scar. "That's what Kings should do, right? That's what I'm supposed to do, right? Continue The Circle of Life, give The Tree a heir... even...even if..."

Tears dropped out of the lion's eyes, the shakes getting harder. Kiara reached and hugged her brother and he nuzzled into her golden fur. 

For a moment, the savannah was filled with a lion's silent cry.

"I don't even know if Rani wants to have cubs with me..."

Kiara sighed and hugged Kion even harder. "Have you talked to her?"

"How do you even start a talk like that?"

She shrugged. "I don't know, you just... try. Or else you are just going to keep walking around the theme and it's not going to be good not for you nor Rani." Kion sucked in a breath. "But this is a conversation you need to have when you are ready and not because your older sister is doing it, ok? My decisions are not your decisions. You are your own lion, Kion. And the path you take is up to you, nor because of a stupid rule about 'filling your duty'. Do you understand?"

He nodded.

"I don't heaaaaaar youuuuuuuuu".

"Fine, fine!" Kion chuckled. "Yes, Queen Kiara!" 

 "Shut up, you rhinohead".

The silence this time was a welcomed one.

"Kiara?"

"Yes?"

"You do know you are very brave and smart, right? You are the best Queen The Pridelands could ever have."

The lioness smiled fondly.

"Thank you.".

"That's what siblings are for, sis."

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Continuation of this

Also the title of this piece is based in this song, i suggest it to listen to it while reading this

#the lion king #tlk #the lion guard #tlg #fanart #illustration #my art #pictures arts

[ghouljams]

WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO COWBOY LOGAN AND HIS TRESSPASING DARLING

They're cute together. She's a little bit of a hot mess, but Logan is willing to follow behind cleaning up the wreckage in her wake. Cowboy!Logan's darling feels young to me, not like concerningly young, but youthful. Which is good because Logan is fairly young, and I think appreciates the carefree vibes she brings along.

I wanna say she's one of Murphy's kin, back home fresh from college to help run the feed store. Pretty thing that draws in more business than the actual product does...

#ghoul speaks #she's not gonna be an oc or anything but that's the vague reader backstory #and just the general vibe

[portablegoose]

I find it interesting that all of Chester's cases so far have been about not investigating things you have no obligation to involve yourself with, saving yourself , the hamartia of curiosity, etc, and episode 7 is, in a way, the opposite. Not that it encourages investigation, but that the complication isn't a naïve protagonist exploring mysterious locale and meeting an unpleasant end for it; the problem here is an invading, unknowable force that starts out innocuous enough, paired with an also unknown rescuer who is part of an outside organisation and encourages the narrator not to investigate. The narrator is not trespassing their way into the horrors, the horrors are tresspasing into the narrator's space (a space with spooky ooky connotations, no less). Isn't it funny, how this shift in Jo-... Chester's cases happens just as a new employee joins the OIAR? A new, enigmatic employee with an underlying sinister disposition despite being seemingly hardworking and positive? Or at least, has something to hide? A new employee who, though they are paid, is essentially sacrificing many of the social aspects of their life by working nights, volunteering those aspects, you could say? And funnier still, how immediately afterwards, Sam recieves an email from an unknown sender. An unknown sender who seemingly isn't attatched to the organisation to which the recipent belongs, yet is involved nonetheless. Yeah. The motif of a new guy joining your team, followed by another, then followed by a landslide of OHGODOHNO-

Ah. Parallels. It seems Jo-... Chester's warnings of do not investigate Sam or I swear- haven't worked. It seems like this 'John' (I'll use the transcript spelling, I know it is an eyesore) is having to reach out directly.

The problem is no longer getting involved when you don't have to for any reason besides the spirit of inquiry. Sam is too far in. He's past the point of no return. The emphasis lies now in protecting yourself, because the horrors are in your walls and shit's about to hit the fan.

#tmagp #tmagp sam #tmagp theory #tmagp thoughts #tmagp speculation #tmagp spoilers #tmagp 7 #chester tmagp

[chaotijenotic]

what the fuck is this clown and why does it change my background into oldschool newspapers wallpaper??????????

HELLO CAN SOMEBODY SAY WHO ARE THEY AND WHY ARE THEY TRESSPASING MY TUMBLR

#shitpost #196 #tumblog #tumblr what the fuck #tumblr what the hell #tumblr what is this

[cnl0400]

Villian!Thirteen would be sooo cool

An entity that holds the souls of its enemies in the palm of its hand

They cursed the record that almost killed Beel, they also sets traps that would kill any unsuspecting human who falls into them.

And it's not like they would do that because they're evil or something, Is just that being be the bearer of bad news for centuries would desensitize anyone. Hell, maybe they forgot how many seconds takes for a human to drown, or how much heat the human body can take without dying.

But it's just that their're sooo bored in their little cave, no friends or anything, just watching the never-ending ocean of candles. The only thing they can do Is watch the humans tresspasing their home, observing how close they can get to them. Maybe they were going to ask them a favor? that they could save a loved one? or maybe save themselves?

Not that It matters, since nobody makes It to the end, at least not before you broke on to their house.

#obey me #obey me thirteen #post0400 #plz forgive my bad english #it's just that... #aaaa #i love evil women #maybe this is a bit ooc soo my bad

[wepepe-draws]

I do like my canon Lavellan absolutely never, ever slightly, thought that Solas is associated or connected to Fen'Harel at all until Tresspaser and just go went (yeah just like I am when first time playing DAI, a headcanon Lania Lavellan that already figure it out early is no fun)

And Lania be like:

"So I make out with Fen'Harel? Fen'Harel fade-tongue kiss me?!, wait why am I still aroused about this HE'S FUCKING FEN'HAREL, LANIA PUT YOURSELF TOGETHER!!"

I think Lania is VERY skeptical when she go to the Exalted Planes, Emerlad Graves, Emprise Du'Lion and seeing that many big ass statues of Fen'Harel, and theres a time when she discusses that and ask Solas if he ever see something about that.

LL: "like why there are so many of Fen'Harel statues out here, I know we Dalish have this statues outside of our camp to guard any bad spirits, but now I feel the image of the god who locks all the other gods AS A GUARDIAN is weird.. if we know he's the betrayer why we still put up his statues?! Is it that many elves who worships him after all that?! Could he be not a bad god as we think he is now?"

I still can't imagine what Solas will answer after Lavellan ask that, like he's a little happy inside that Lavellan started to doubt the story of the Dread wolf but he must share very little information about it.

#dragon age #dragon age inquisition #solas #fenharel #dread wolf #lania lavellan #solavellan

[transparentgentlemenmarker]

Very Intimidating Dog. No need for No Tresspasing Sign, or Alarm. Just, put out a Sign saying Enter at your Own Risk

#dogs #chien

[veinereastath]

“A ᴍᴀɴ ᴄᴀɴ ʙᴇ ᴊᴇᴀʟᴏᴜs ᴏғ ʜɪs sᴏɴs, ᴀɴᴅ ʜɪs ᴅᴀᴜɢʜᴛᴇʀ ᴄᴀɴ ᴀʟᴡᴀʏs ʙᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ʟɪɢʜᴛ ɪɴ ʜɪs ʟɪғᴇ.”

My Inquisitor coming to Tevinter after Tresspaser revelations and ‘disbanding’ the Inquisition.

#vessa amladaris #dragon age #da #my art #da4 #dreadwolf #corypheus #solas #dai #dragon age inquisition #trespasser

[oasislandingresident]

There are only 3 people in this house and we have 3 bathrooms how are you still getting stuck in one bathroom. Elodie, why the fuck are you always showering at your parents bath?

-Mine is dirty.

So clean it!

-Can you get dad to upgrade it, please?

Ugh, fine. He wants to upgrade 5 objects anyway.

Later though, he's busy now being all in love. I have to tell you guys something. I tried a few other legacies in Sunset Valley. Choosing spouses from Frio boys to Gunther Goth and even bringing back university sims. I never enjoyed playing those as much as I enjoyed playing with Hank. He is the best!

He had a wish to stargaze with Karen so here they are. She also has a wish to skinny dip with him, again.

While I was trying to get the best view to get their picture, I hear unearthly sounds and what do you know we have a visitor.

Welcome.

-ЩΉΛƬ IƧ ƬΉIƧ ƬΉIПG

Mail box?

-ᑕЦЯIӨЦƧ.

Don't mind the green tresspaser, guys. He's just trying to make friends with the snowmen. I guess this is why Elodie wanted to make them. Friends for the aliens.

It's Snowflake Day! Good job Hank! Oh well, don't worry about it Karen. You guys are doing alright!

Case in point, I added a garage for them. I am not sure what I want to do with that terrace but I had the urge to do it. Don't like the roof though. Gotta find a different way to cover it.

-... and that's why you should never get married, Elodie.

Alright, I see Hank giving some fatherly wisdom to Elodie.

Karen why are you always in your swimwear when it is snowflake day? You wished to make a snow angel and you thought this was the right outfit for it?

-Can't hear you over the chilling of my bones!

Ah, I remember the last Snowflake day with them. Elodie was just born and they couldn't leave the house to visit the festival. Now, we're here to fulfil some wishes.

Once she got that 20 snowboarding tricks wish completed it's time to go to the Goth house for a feast party!

NEXT

#Sims 3 #Sims 3 Gameplay #Planetary Legacy #Generation Mercury #Sunset Valley #Sims 3 Legacy

[sys-garden]

okay i tried to chose the origin/romance for my da characters just based on what would be more interesting and im stuck between lavallen/solas or mage trevelyn/cassandra. Cause trevelyn/cassandra is more in your face but lavellen/solas is more about foreshadowing u know? Like trevelyn/cassandra bulids a bit more on whats already there and adds a bit more spice too it cause act one starts with the mage/templar war and cassandra is one of the most important companions and the one you see the most. So being a human mage and then romancing her makes sense and makes those 2 things more important. BUT Lavellen/solas bulids more foreshadowing to tresspaser and DA:D and i think that solas is partically responsible for the whole corphyeus thing? without this what happens in tresspasser seems more suprising and your just like solas? that guy? instead of like SOLAS MY BABY GIRL???

I feel like trevelyn and cassandra is what i would’ve picked first time playing because its alot more obvious I am pretty much only doing solas/lavallen because i played it before and been in the fandom so i know about his whole dreadwolf thing.

#dragon age inquisition #cassandra pentaghast #solas #could try replaying the first act as mage trevelyn to see if i prefer it but thats alot of effort

[californiablog2]

IF YPOU SET UP MINES AROUND A DRUG LAB IN MEXICO BUT NOT CLOSE ENOUGHT TO BLOW IT ALL UP

PEOPLE WILL BLOW UP IF THEY WALK NEAR IT OR WANT TO STEAL DRUGS OR KILL EVRYOEN AND DONT KNOW THEIR MINES OR EVEN IF YOU SET THEM AS TRAPS IN PLACES OR WHERE PEOPLE AE GOING OR TRYING TO TRESS PASS IN MEXICO

IF YOU ALL DONT WANT PEOPLE TRESSPASING THEYKLL GO OFF AN BLOW UP LIKE CALL OF DUTY WARZONE AND DMZ MODE AND KILL THE PERSON OR QALL THE PEOLE DOING WHATVER THEYRE TRYING TO FUCKING DO IN MEXICO

YOU JUST CANT SET THEM UP NEAR THINGS THAT WILL BLOW UP AND KILL YOU ALL

[death-by-cuddles]

last year i was finally able to play dragon age inquisition and now i'm at tresspaser and shit

i'm not ready to say goodbye

#dragon age inquisition #i love them #i can't