SABRINA THE TEENAGE WITCH | 1.05 - A Halloween Story

I lost my gt for half an hour by making the bed (it was under the blanket and I accidentally sat on it afterwards btw) but I had an urge to do fanart. And I did it with a mouse, kinda neat I think

The College assigned Ancano a stinky Colovian apprentice so the dude won't have too much free time to spy

hey more experienced modders, is there a better way to give an npc custom textures than using skins in the ck? i want the body textures to stay when i put armor that may be incompatible with my custom preset, but i don't want to have to make edits in nifskope/patches for the mod for each individual piece of armor.

thank you!

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.''

Ear Headcanons

So this was meant to be just my headcanon for the differences between the different mer races' ears (size, shape, if they can move on their own, etc.), but there's a tinge of just general visual differences between them in there too (because this ended up being really good face practice for me). I'll mostly talk about ears though. Obviously this is more meant to be general trends than hard and fast rules.

I'll start with the playable races.

Altmer

Tall and skinny ears that can move out and back a bit (moderate range of motion). They mostly are close to the head but can also stick out a bit.

Dunmer

They have a wide variety of how their ears can be shaped; small, tall, wide, big, straight up, curvy, etc. The typically stick out more than Altmer's and have a larger range of motion.

Bosmer

The largest variety of any of the races. Their ears can look like just about anything any other race has (except maybe Maormer) from any mer ears, to more human ears, to more animal-like ones. They have a large range of motion regardless of how they look.

Orsimer

Small, almost human-sized ears, but they stick out more from the head than humans and can be wider. The pointed end tends to stick out. They can rarely move.

Breton

Breton basically just have human ears with a little point at the top. I thought it would be fun to draw a sort of comparison to your average Nede and average Breton to highlight the subtle more merish look that I think Bretons should have too.

Ok now for non-playable races

Snow elves/Falmer

Ok so I have terminal Falmer brainrot so I have a lot of completely made up headcanons for these guys sorry lol.

Snow elves have the least variety. They are usually shorter and closer to the head than the other mer races (which evolved as an adaptation to counter frostbite in my headcanon) and can't move. Conversely, I like to headcanon that falmer are on their way to evolving rudimentary echolocation, and therefore have huge ears that stick out far from their head, and are very mobile (this is also why their faces are covered in wrinkles). They can look more traditionally merish, or some of them have real funky shapes.

Chimer

Basically a mix between how the Altmer/Aldmer and current Dunmer look (both in their general appearance and ears). Think of it like the transition between the Aldmer look and Dunmer.

Dwemer

Dwemer have relatively short ears (compared to other mer) and don't stick out much, but they can be wide along the side of the head. Their shape is usually pretty angular and have limited mobility.

Aldmer

Your standard pointy fantasy elf ears. So I technically headcanon the Aldmer as many different (although similar) groups that are referred to as one group due to the nature of retelling history and some propaganda sprinkled in there, but in general, since the other mer of Tamriel descended from them, I see them as sort of generic. Nothing particularly notable in their ears. Minimal to moderate ability to move them.

Ayleid

Curvy. They have Aldmer sized ears with twisting and curving in different directions. Limited movement, and not too much range in size (just shape). I have 0 reasons for thinking this, I just thought it would be fun and unique and maybe fit their aesthetics.

Maormer

I like that canon Maormer ears look fin-like but I want to turn it up to 11. Large variety of shape and size, but usually large and fin-shaped as a general trend. Huge range of movement.

Ohmes/Ohmes-raht

They aren't elves, but they are described as human/mer-like, so I figured I'd include the Ohmes. They usually have pointy, mer-esque ears, but less distinct than most mer. Despite being relatively small, they have a wide range of movement for their size (and move in similar ways to the way cats ears move for the rest of the Khajiit). They can be extra fuzzy or have little tufts at the end for Ohmes-raht.

I just can't. This joke translates into Russian TOO WELL

based off a dumb discord conversation

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.

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

I am a birthday girl, yeee