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lilbeanz · 15 hours
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I appear to have done a thing 😳
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bonus-links · 5 months
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INTERLUDE: DOG DAYS, pt. 1
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incandescentsims · 9 months
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@pyxiidis Under Your Spell Eyes - Horse Ranch Default Overrides
Replaced all textures for the Horse Ranch animals (the horses, mini goats & mini sheep)
Removed the specular (Eye Shine) on the eyes.
Default Overrides (will conflict with other overrides that touch the animal textures)
Requires: Horse Ranch
**I used @shoobysims' .packge file to make the horse defaults.
Download under the cut
No Ad.fly and Always Free
(ノ´ヮ´)ノ*:・゚✧ DOWNLOAD: Sim File Share
examples for the horses, mini goats & mini sheep
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mango-sp1ce · 1 year
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Oddities
There were a lot of odd little things that Danny could do. He could list on and on about all the different ways he could contort his body or pop off his limbs. But instead, he liked to document all of the little oddities of the city he was staying in. Danny sure had his oddities, but Gotham seemed to be pressed to beat him when it came to the amount.
So when he found his way back into his abandoned warehouse (yes, he was claiming it, fuck off), he couldn't really say he was startled at the sight of the Justice League standing in his living room. Nor was he surprised at the familiar blond nosing his way through Danny's kitchen.
Clearing his throat, he watched as some of the league that hadn't noticed him arrive finally did. Though of course there were the leaguers who did notice him arrive and Constantine.
"Constantine, I thought you said this is the home of an ally. This is a child." One of the Leaguers speaks up. Danny snorts as Constantine's expression contorts.
With a flick of a lighter, he's lighting a cigarette. With barely even a second of time after that action, the cigarette's a frozen relic in ice between his lips. Danny didn't even have to move. Constantine knows the rules, no smoking in his house goddamnit.
With his own chuckle, the blonde drops the iced cigarette and gestures dramatically toward Danny.
"The great Phantasma, everyone." Danny's rolling his eyes.
"Phantom. Just call me Phantom."
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e-vay · 10 months
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My Gal - Epilogue
Nobody expects an E-vay Epilogue! (But shouldn't you? You know I love me some silly post-credits shenanigans)
When I was finishing the final chapter of My Gal, I thought it'd be funny to see how the Team Dynamic might change post-confession
( ˘͈ ᵕ ˘͈♡) Or was it all an excuse to draw more makeout sessions? Mwuahahaha. Don't try to pry them apart; it won't end well for you.
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sictransitgloriamvndi · 2 months
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wintersmitth · 11 months
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In the year of 2021 Gregory House goes viral on TikTok. It's a shitty, bad angled shacking recording, and there's background laughter of another man, but you can clearly hear the angry, ruthless, nasty mocking of every dumb anti-vaxxer under the sun, done by an unshaven old man, glaring into the camera with loathing.
And that's how Cameron, Chase, Park, Addams, Taub, and many more other former colleagues find out that evil bastard who used to terrorise them at work and then died in a fire, is still alive and kicking.
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Spoilers for Surprise! under the cut, because I can not say at least something about this.
Well, we're jumping into the future for the final minute of the episode, I see. Just hammer our hearts with bricks, why don’t you?
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Ah, the future, sleek looking cars, solar panels, and drones flying all over the place. Sounds about right.
Got some pictures of what looks like Bingo visiting the Easter Island heads,
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Then a group photo of the fam, with Bluey in graduation gear and a diploma (possibly for college).
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GROWN UP BLUEY! GROWN UP BLUEY! SHE LOOKS AMAZING.
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And Chili wearing old lady glasses, looking lovely as always.
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Bandit pretty much looks the same, BUUUUUT WHO IS IN THE CORNER RIGHT THERE??
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A CHILD?! A GRANDCHILD!? BLUEY'S CHILD?!?
That has to be MacKenzie and Bluey's kid man. They resemble him too much. I will be on this bandwagon until they actually confirm it.
They are just dropping all this stuff on us and expect us to go on with our week. I will be talking about this for a good while.
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cintailed · 5 months
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Picture of Sarah for @mousegirlheart ! She found the large cheese at last!
Hope you like it! 💖
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intotheelliwoods · 4 months
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You chose to scoop Kid Leo into a hug!
You also chose to stare at Poptart with your big ole eyes!
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Surprise! A crossover with Kid Leo by @angelpuns :)
We are going to be taking turns on drawing the next parts of these choose your own adventure stories!
Until then....
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forgeofthenine · 5 months
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Hi everyone, this is the surprise I've been working on! It's actually a collaboration with the lovely @swordcreature where we gave the other person a soulmate AU and a character to write a vaguely 1,000 word fanfic on. My prompt was 'you see visions of your soulmates life through your dreams' with my forge hubby Dammon. If you'd like to see what prompt I gave (for a different tiefling bachelor 👀) then you should go check out Worms blog ;)
Overall this collab has been so much fun, we've had a great time chatting behind the scenes with me teaching a little local slang and I hope you guys enjoy reading what's resulted from our shared love of soulmate AUs! Thank you so much for working on this with me Courtney, and I hope everyone enjoys!!
Of blacksmiths and thimbles (soulmate AU)
The dreams had always been there. Your Mother assured you they were normal, good even, that you should enjoy them. Every night you stepped into the world of someone else, someone with red-orange hands that reached up towards their own Mother. Those hands belonged to your soulmate. You watched each night as they grew up alongside you, playing with similar wooden toys, eating strange food, living somewhere that wasn't Baldurs Gate. Soon however, you learned to stop telling people of your dreams, unsure why so many people had to force smiles when you'd talk about what you knew of your soulmate.
It was when you turned ten that the dreams changed. Your own life had altered significantly, and you knew your soulmate would be seeing you learn to tailor, watch as your pinpricked hands hemmed pretty skirts and dresses. After work, every night, you'd watch him learn to forge. You could almost feel the heat of the fires glow on your skin, overwhelmed by the clang and clatter of the men hammering out metal platters and ploughshares. You knew nothing of your fated love than his hands and his skill in craftsmanship. Though, this wasn't the last time your dreams would change.
Soon you'd have nightmares each night, watching as an entire city was dragged down to the hells below you. Soon the lovely hands you grew to admire switched from crafting farming implements to weaponry. The forges grew larger, hotter, much more fierce. As you grew in your own craft, moving from hemming to pattern making to custom fitting boned bodices in silk dresses, you watched your soulmates life fall apart each and every night. Needles found your skin despite your thimble, your eyelids drooping while working, so tired from worry for a man you've never actually met.
It was then that you learned his name. Dammon. The tiefling you were destined for, stuck in Elturel. You heard the name called across the hectic forge, hands stopping their work as the man looks towards the call, your own dream ending right afterwards. It's no surprise you grasp at any news of Elturel that makes it's way into the Gates Mouth Gazette, much to the growing curiosity of your fellow tailors.
You watched on as he was cast from his home, joining a group of others who all found themselves driven from the only city they'd ever known. By day you were an up and coming tailor, by night you watched tiefling refugees try desperately to survive. It was months of near torture, and you were sure this Dammon thought you overly privileged, living in your parents home and sewing pretty dresses for a pay cheque. A vast difference from his own existence.
Slowly, he makes his way closer to Baldurs Gate. Closer to you. By now watching his escapades was a nightly adventure, but your work called each and every day. Clients of renown, endless comissions and repairs, the replacement of even your most trusty tools. It only took you losing your thimble, the small tool nowhere to be seen, encouraging you to venture to a blacksmith.
Blacksmiths in Baldurs Gate were bleak, rude, or downright incompetent. You trudged through the crowded streets, dodging refugees and steel watchers alike, before stumbling on a new blacksmith's forge. It was a gorgeous open air shop, with a large clear sign. 'The Forge of the Nine'. Worth a shot, you decided while climbing the cracked stone staircase.
Honing a blade on the whetstone was a tiefling, somewhat tall and very broad, his skin an oddly familiar red-orange. Small stones grind under your feet as you see the blacksmith perk up, ears lifting and a smile on his handsome face. "Oh, just a minute!" He calls out, voice soothing as he places the sword off on a random bench. Hands pat over his apron, wiping off any residue as he walks over to you. "Welcome to the Forge of the Nine, what can I do for you? A dagger, maybe? Or a bow?"
You let out a chuckle at his assumptions, it seems you've found another forge that can't meet your needs. If only you could find your soulmate, a proper blacksmith on demand would be so very useful. "Nothing quite so aggressive. I need a new thimble actually, for tailoring?" You ask, wondering if he'll be like the last blacksmith who made one almost the size of a cup by mistake. It seems you don't need to worry however, as his eyes light up in recognition and his smile relaxes into an easy grin.
"A tailor?" He questions, motioning for you to follow him further into his forge. "Interesting... Well, you have nothing to worry about, I have a few thimbles here I've already made." His voice picks up at the end, body turned away from you as he pulls out a small, ornamental box that rattles with thimbles and stacks of finely crafted sewing needles. "Pick what you'd like."
You peer at the shining metal, delicately picking up a gleaming thimble, the loveliest one you've ever seen from a blacksmith. "It seems odd, to have a stack of such nice sewing supplies premade. Most blacksmiths hardly know a thimble from a goblet.“ You chuckle, trying the thimbles size.
"Ah well, I've spent a lot of time watching them be used." The tiefling responds almost hesitantly, his hand coming up to rub the back of his neck. As he sees your confused expression, he explains further. "My soulmate, I believe they're a tailor. I've watched them sew in my dreams since they were young."
It's then that things click in your head, only one word able to leave your lips. "Dammon...?" Bright blue eyes light up as soon as you say it, all the air leaving your chest as you look at the man you've been thinking about for years. Dammons lips part slightly, closing again, a hand reaching out for you that you take instantly.
"It can't be... It's you?" He murmurs, seemingly not quite able to believe it. It's not long before a small laugh leaves you, your thumb running over his calloused hand as you pull him closer.
"Always has been." You respond, quickly being pulled into a hug you can't help but reciprocate, wrapping your arms around him. Like most tieflings, he's endlessly warm, but the difference is how his body seems to engulf yours. The smell of smoke and iron heavy on him as it surrounds you like a blanket. Finally, your soulmate, safe in your arms.
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thebibliosphere · 6 months
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Is anyone else in the Twin Cities just getting absolutely body slammed into the floor by these thunderstorms?
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verthu · 6 months
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u run into them at 12am wyd
ft. sevennnnnnn by @sadnesshotline
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mari-lair · 8 months
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Red string of fate
gift for @bpzau-art
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daphnebowen · 4 months
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the way I will actually protect walker scobell / Percy Jackson with my entire life. as a fifth grader reading the original pjo series he was my first fictional crush, as a middle schooler reading hoo he was a best friend, as a high schooler reading chalice of the gods he was the older brother I never knew I needed, now watching this show he is the younger brother I actually want. seeing a thirteen year old boy pour his heart and soul into being the Percy Jackson we all need and want my heart goes out to this boy. I will fight for him. he’s the most adorable charismatic and genuinely funniest child I’ve ever seen and I would DIE for him.
do you hear me??? I would freaking DIE for walker scobell.
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p---l---c · 6 days
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