#[ The Critter Bin ]

[jacenotjason]

Dandy's World oc (part two)

hi hehae

so. when I made Fretz i didn't. know Dandy's world that well. and i made Fretz like... main-level stats and also i do not like him

so i made Candler

i . love. him so much i LOVE HIM SO MUCH LHAEHUEFB

[wingedqueenlynx]

Decided to draw the silly murder machine from Arkham Survivor.

It's one fucked up looking cat lol

I hope it gets run over by a train again (affectionate)

It's totally normal to create a murder robot similar to your crus- I mean nemesis. Not odd at all hehe :]c

[krislgfox]

And here's Hoppy Hopscotch's family! :D

Jumpy Hopscotch - Mom

Speedy Hopscotch - Dad

Bin, Bun, Fun Hopscotch - middle/older siblings

HopHop Hopscotch - middle/younger sibling

Hop, Bop Hopscotch - younger siblings

[jacquesthepigeon]

There’s some kind of creature trapped in our trash bin and I’m not sure how to handle it 😳

[promithiae]

😭😭😭😭 he's purring so loud. This is a new development, usually I can't convince him to sit on me for more than 15 seconds or so

[lactoseintolerentswag]

Ich bin müde von arbeiten! Ich möchte zu gehen haus aus! Meine Charaktere brauchen meine Aufmerksamkeit!

[jacenotjason]

AYEEE im glad you like Mars

WAIT WAIT THAT ANON THAT SAID ABOUT DROPPING YOUR FAVOURITE OCS

HERE ARE MINE:

In that order these are:

Mars by @jacenotjason

Mallory and Síofra by @bulldog-geckorahhhhh

Azura and Wendy by @sami-guinea-arts

Carmilla by @mayisgoingnuts

Sandra by @cupcake-catastrophe11

Cecil by @lolipoptheclown

I LOVE OCS SO MUCH AKJSHAJKSA

GOOD TASTE AF/SILLY /POS

[rosegolden13]

Hardware store owner!John Price drabble <3

He’s on his smoke break in his office in the back, window open to let in the cool evening breeze and let out the stink of cigar. Store’s been slow today, but that’s no surprise for a random weekday.

Gaz and Soap are messing around out front, their voices carrying into his office from the cracked open door. No doubt they’re playing their makeshift version of floor hockey with a roll of duct tape as a puck and the yard sticks as sticks. Normally, he’d tell them off, but with no customers in, he let them have their fun. It would be closing time soon anyways.

The mechanical ring signalling the arrival of a customer is familiar enough that he tunes it out entirely. It isn’t until that sweet chirping filters through his door that he finds the need to immediately tap out his barely finished cigar, despite the fact that both Gaz and Soap are free to help you. Those muppets don’t know about the leaky sink you’ve been struggling with or the marigolds you’re desperate to help bloom. He needs to be there. It’s only reasonable.

His pace quickens a bit when he hears how your voice seems to be laced with anxiety, words spilling into one another. By the time he gets to the front, Soap has got his palms up, clearly trying to placate you like you’re a spooked horse. 

“Poison?! I-I don’t want to kill them!” You’re wringing your hands, stress palpable, as your bracelets clash against one another on your wrist. And this is what he’s been waiting for since you last came in, another chance to help his favorite girl.

Gaz is moving towards you as if to reach out a hand to place on your arm, but before he can, John’s heavy hand is on your shoulder, standing just behind you. “I’ve got this one, boys. Start cleaning up for me, will ya?”

Gaz and Soap exchange knowing smirks as they head off with a simple “sure thing, cap’n” and a “you got it, Price”. You’re looking up at him and he has to fight back the rush of pride that flows through him when he catches the relief in your expression. 

His thumb absently runs over the fabric of your flowy pink top, feeling your warmth through the thin fabric. “What’s the problem, doll? Never seen ya worked up like this.”

“John, oh, thank God. There’s mice in my attic- a whole family of them. I really wouldn’t mind, but there’s droppings everywhere. Animal control told me to call the exterminator. But I couldn’t live with myself if I had to- They’re only looking for a warm place to stay!” The words are a rush from your glossed lips, his hand rubbing over your shoulder the whole time and then squeezing gently once you’re done. 

God, you’re adorable. This passionate over the lives of a few woodland critters. He’s never flinched at bloodshed, but he’s not one for needless killing either, especially of anything as small and helpless as some mice.

His smile is patient as he looks down at you. “No exterminator necessary. I’ll handle ‘em for ya, lovie. Got a few humane traps I can set up for ya, free of charge. Wouldn’t want ya to get your finger trapped in ‘em.”

Your trust in him is all the payment he needs. Oh, and that sweet smile you give him as you babble happily about how he always knows just what to do. 

—

He follows you back to your place in his pick-up truck.

As you lead him inside, murmuring sheepishly about how it’s a bit of a mess inside, he’s focusing on how your smaller form squeezes in next to his in the tiny entryway, how you put your keys away with a gentle metal clatter, the movements unconscious because you’ve no doubt done them day after day. The intimacy of being in your space gets to his head, filling his mind with thoughts of placing his keys over yours on the little hook. 

You’re leading him upstairs to the attic soon enough. While he busies himself with setting up the traps, you sweep up mouse droppings. Settling into the work, a comfortable silence lingers over you both. John’s taking note of the christmas decorations, old books, and various bins you have stored up here, making a mental reminder to offer to come over if you ever need help getting the boxes down from here. He wouldn’t want you tripping down that rickety ladder leading up here. 

He’s setting down one of the last traps, placing it by a crack between the wall and floor that he wants to offer to fill for you, when you shriek, the sound loud enough to cover up the scurrying claws of the mouse that had just ran right by your sneakers. In an instant, your hands are digging into his hairy arm, clinging to him. 

It takes him a moment, looking between your hands and then your scared expression, before he’s springing into action. “Shh, darl’. It was jus’ a mouse. Can’t hurt ya. I won’t let it.”

He lets you hug his arm, using his free hand to gently rub your other shoulder. There’s a slight heat in his cheeks that he hasn’t felt since he was a teen, that small thrill of being alone in the dark, tucked close to another warm body. One touch from a pretty little thing and the seasoned captain is falling apart.

The moment is broken when you pull away with a sheepish smile. You’re apologizing again and again for getting spooked like that but John’s just watching you with a smile, sneaking glimpses at the crescent shaped divots your manicure left in his arm. He doesn’t want them to fade, mind wandering to how you could tear up his back with those claws.

Once the job is done, you say goodnight to him at the door, the yellow porch light casting a halo over his hair. He promises to come back once any of the traps are filled to bring the mice to a field so they don’t end up back in your attic again. 

And, no, doll, you don’t need to repay him but, how could he ever say no to a homecooked meal sometime?

[jacenotjason]

OC BLAST AUGH

so a little while ago i wanted to remake my Spooky Month ocs refs to be Better and it took me way longer than i thought BUT I FINALLY FINISHED THEM

TADAA!!

I do need to update Toyhouse now ehehh

[lactoseintolerentswag]

First day in mah 20's. Not much has changed

[shiorihoshino]

Where Ruin Remembers

When Reality Fractures [Part 1]

When Reality Fractures | 1 [here currently] | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | Echoes in the Snow | 1 |

You hummed an aimless tune, patting a ball of fluff that wormed its into your lap and heart. The courageous woodland critter had wandered its way over to you the moment you settled down on the lush ground, deciding a break was in order. After maneuvering and disturbing the white gown, that you should not be wearing in the first place, the little dear snuggled deep into your stomach and napped. Truly fearless.

Your gaze wondered to the sky, fingers running through soft smooth fur. With your head's movement, white shiny strands shifted on the ground, rustling the blades of grass they tangled themselves in. The same white you should not have on your person. The motion carried itself further down, the tresses much like a meandering stream, splitting into various parts journeying down the land.

A breath shook as it escaped your lips, light in sound but weighted. Your chest contracted, invisible pressure bearing down on your heart from all side. The tightness you could not ignore, even as you closed your eyes. Hoping that if you pretend not to see, pretend not to notice the grass stain soaking into your clothes, pretend that time has not passed...

What were you expecting? From dusk until dawn, you knew yet your heart still hoped. Your body forcing you to rise and drag yourself here, deaf to reason and arguments your head made. Your being betrayed you, ignoring how the sun rose and fell beyond towering jagged mountain ranges, unwilling to stand and leave the spot you picked.

As the blue fades into orange and red, the last warmth of the day caress your cheek. The comforting touch, however, did not alleviate the crushing weight on your chest. Not even the fluff ball snuggling itself deeper into your embrace could distract you.

A breath caught itself in your throat, forcing you to grit your teeth to stop the shaky exhale from leaving. Force your eyes to close, tear your stare from the sky, to forget the passage of time. Time you wasted, another day gone... again. Force your hands to remain gentle on top of the creature in your lap, to not dig your nails into your palm as you bite at your lips until they bleed.

But then again... What were you expecting?

A yawn pushed through the gaps of your fingers, spilling into the cool morning air. The accompanying tears pricked at your eyes, wet and stinging. Lifting your hands, you wiped them away from the corners of your eyes, blinking to rid the residue clinging to your lashes.

Stretching, your locked bones popped as if you were an old lady instead of a young adult not even pass her forties. Ah, who were you kidding? Your posture was horrid, at least when you were in the comforts of your home. Which, if not for your job, you would be in your room at all times if you could. Your job... you weren't even sure how you kept it until now.

"Even still, what a weird dream..."

You lament your already horrible sleep schedule being disturbed by a dream that seemed to have no end. You didn't know where you were or why you were even there. It was just the slow passage of time, one that you thought had been far too long and drawn out.

The edges of your recollection frayed as you tried to remember more. Deciding it be better to stop before you give yourself a headache first thing in the morning, you head to the kitchen. You knew you would be hungry in a few hours anyway.

You reached over, switching on the stove to start cooking. As you gather necessary ingredients and equipments, you swipe your phone closer. Gathering an egg, you tap a familiar app icon, waiting for it to load as you cracked your first egg into a bowl.

As you finished cracking your eggs and slid to dump the shells into the waste bin, the app loaded and your ears caught the music. The sound had your gaze drift from the bin to your phone screen. Cleaning your hands, you tapped the screen to enter the game.

A laugh light as a breeze slipped through your lips. The pink petals curled up into a soft smile as the scene greet you. One you see, on rare occasion, as of recent.

"Still sleeping, Sylus?" You turn back to measure out the mirin, salt, soy sauce, and sugar into the bowl. "You'll get a sore neck if you stay like that."

Preoccupied with whisking the contents and checking on the heat of the pan, you missed the carmine eyes appearing from behind heavy eyelids and watching you from your screen. Head tilted on his closed fist, elbow perched on the armrest, he resisted the tug at the corner of his lips.

"Before seeing you, I thought today would be another dull day."

You let out another laugh, attention primarily on not burning your food instead of the antics of the man behind your screen. Much to his delight as he was allowed to admire you to his heart's content without the need to position himself. Though, he still won't give in to the urges plaguing him when he sees you.

You glance at your phone, checking the time. "Not even 10 and you're already unable to control your silver tongue." You joked, eyes returning to the pan, chopsticks nudging the cooked egg batter into a roll.

Sylus kept silence as you deposit each finish tamagoyaki onto a plate. His eyes never straying from your form, always following. The moment he knew he was out of your line of sight, he made a quip.

"Seeing you with the sunrise makes the sunlight bearable."

You rolled your eyes at his words, checking on the rice. Huffing out a breath, you dispersed the rush of steam that dampen your face. That reminds you, the face cream you're using is running out soon. Whenever you force yourself out of the house and work, you need to buy more.

Amused by your reaction, Sylus decided to stop pushing his luck for the moment. With a silent exhale, he relaxed his posture further to recline back in his seat. Fishing out his phone, he tapped away. His eyes scanning through the endless stream of news and articles that flood his screen.

Catching the movement from the corner of your eyes, you couldn't help yourself and look over. "I always wonder what you actually see..."

Shaking your head, you return to preparing the miso soup. You didn't expect an answer to your question, much less a teasing sarcastic remark. But, you did and it made you pause, tasting saucer pressed against your lips but unmoving.

"I'm looking through your social media posts. You have an exciting life."

You blinked, waiting for a beat or two before you unfroze yourself. Eyelashes tickling your cheeks, you stirred the pot of miso soup, musing to yourself. "The devs are really good at timing those intervals for the voice lines..."

Sylus frowned, eyes narrowing at the dismissive tone lacing your voice. Yet the expression didn't stay long, gone the next blink, as if never there in the first place. The tapping of his fingers and the music of the game continued to fill the silence.

Breakfast, and later dinner, cooked and finished, you settle at your dining table. Mouth full of food, you used your free hand to go through the usual repetitive motion of completing the daily missions and collect the rewards. On your way to check your Memories, you gave a quick poke at Sylus's lips. Tapping the Memories icon soon after, you missed the quick glance and noise that involuntarily escape his mouth before you disappear to perhaps upgrade your equipment.

You chewed, swallowing your mouthful before exhaling. "Upgrading the cards are... Why are they taking so much resources for one level?"

Exiting out of the card screen, you were greeted with Sylus standing up from his position on the couch, arms crossed. You giggle, giving a tap to his cheek. "What? Missed me already?"

You waited for a reply, blinking when you got none. Locking eyes, his own seem to drill into your being. Searching, yet so unreadable to you, as you waited in confused and wary silence.

After what felt like minutes, but could be a few seconds, the familiar smirk graced Sylus's lips and his retorted. "I heard you'll be leaving soon."

You tilted you head before your eyes widen. "Wait... Shoot! What time is it?!"

Sylus watched with hidden amusement as you scramble to check for the time. Wide panicked eyes that should not have delighted him as much as it did caused him to let out a chuckle. The sound bringing your attention back to him.

"Sorry, Sy. If I don't go now, I'm going to be late." Giving one last tap to his lips, you moved to close the app. "My boss is going to make my life a living hell if I'm late..."

As you exited, just shy of swiping the app up and away, his voice drifted into your ears. "Good luck."

You blinked, puzzled. Eyes darting down to have a proper look, they swept over the clock. Realizing that you really had to hurry, you push the issue aside for the moment and rushed to get everything in order. The race to not be late effectively taking your mind off the matter and forgetting it even happen in the first place.

[jacenotjason]

cyber citadel WIP

HI

for anyone just tuning in this is finished!!

ok for those just tuning in Cyber Citadel is my work-in-progress Cookie Run Kingdom... Kingdom

so I had this idea for an oc and it somehow blossomed into an idea for a whole ass civilization WHICH I AM INVITING YOU ALL TO MAKE OCS FOR!!... if you want to

SO here's what I got

ough those are words no one likes words

HERES SOME ART

these is Byte Chip Cookie, the King! That design is outdated because he looked like Vox lmao, so I made this!

There he is! much better yaaay !!

[tinylilacbun]

Hii🙂‍↔️ So I thought about how Rafe would react whenever you keep dropping your calico critters in his car, and he's getting tired of that! So he picks them up and tucks them in his pocket :(( Then, during the day, you suddenly remember that you left them in the car, so you go to him and ask, 'Rafe, where did you put my kitties?' He would look at you like this 🤭

'Your what?' Uh, yeah, I threw them in the bin. I thought there were rats' He holds back his cheesy grin while watching you panicking already, and as soon as he notices your eyes watering, he quickly pulls them out of his pocket and hands them to you😭

He thought it was just harmless teasing until you tear up. His eyes widen the second your bottom lip starts to quiver and he quickly stands up, reaching into his pocket as he approaches you.

"Calm down, it was just a joke. Here." He pulls out the few calico critters, holding them out to you. "See, no one's missing, okay?"

You sniffle but grab them from his hands, counting them to make sure. Rafe sighs and reaches a hand up to the back of your head to pull you into his embrace. "Always so sensitive."

"Meanie. Don't do that 'gain..." You grumble angrily into his shirt but don't bother to pull away, enjoying the way he's holding you and rubbing your back soothingly.

[jacenotjason]

ok my last reblog wasn't good i wanna

HEY I'M DOING THIS!! Here's the link to my Toyhouse (directly to the characters folder this time pfppft) Or you can ask all

ALSO! I forgor to say this I wanna draw the responses to the questions !

SPOOKY MONTH OC INTERVIEW MEME

this is intended to be "in-character"; you answer as if you are your character OR like a story/narrative! you don't have to though. send a number to the user/reblogger (if they ask for it) for them to answer the question!

you might notice that there are alternative questions under the same number. you can choose one that suits your character OR answer both if it applies!

there are also questions that are for certain characters, so be sure to mention if your character is non-human or cultist, etc.! it is also up to you whether your OC is answering honestly or not! ;]

for any clarification, please see the "read more"!

GENERAL

1. Who are you? Describe yourself in a few words!

2. Where did you come from? Were you born in this town or did you move here, etc.?

3. How’s your family? If they’re still around, what relationship do you have with them?

4. Do you celebrate “Spooky Month”? If you do, what is your costume?

5. What's your favourite type of candy?

6. Who are your friends in this town? (other spooky month oc's can be included!)

7. Are you dating anyone right now? If not, are you interested in a partner later in life?

8. Do you work? If so, what/where do you work as, and is that your dream job? (IF OC IS A CHILD) What do you want to be when you are older?

9. Has two certain kids ever caused you trouble? Or are they friendly to you? I think they call themselves Skid and Pump.

10. Pick 1–3 different characters from this generator. If you know of them, what are your thoughts on them?

11. What is your opinion on the town's current mayor, Narciso Evermore?

12. What is your opinion on the overall police force? Reliable? Reckless?

13. The town is a bit dangerous from time to time. Can you fight? Can you protect yourself? Are you willing to kill?

14. What is your opinion on monsters/the supernatural? (IF OC IS NONHUMAN) What is your opinion on humans?

15. Do you know of (or have seen) the group of people who wear red robes? Any thoughts on them?

16. Have you seen the two big stars in the sky? It’s pretty cool, huh?

IF OC IS A CULTIST:

17. Can you share with us why did you join this group?

18. Since joining this group, what is your view on the towns(people)?

19. How involved are you in this group? Do you do anything, or do you seek recruits or are willing to... work behind the scenes, etc.?

20. How loyal would you say you are to your leader/The Eyes?

- - - - - -

Because this is like an interview, the questions are written rather vaguely with implications, so it's up to you to write as of your OC notices the implications or not.

Here is some explanations to help you answer!

For 10, some monster characters are included because while your character might not KNOW them, they might have SEEN or HEARD of them... heh

For 15, the red robes is referring to the cult/cultists.

For 16, this just depends if your OC just sees it as regular stars, or knows it as The Eyes, or something like that.

For 19, "work behind the scenes" implies if your character would get their hands dirty AKA hurt others for the cult... like Ignacio! Or the group of cultists that targeted Father Gregor!

For 17–20, I say "group "because not all cults consider themselves as cults but rather another church or religious group, and cult members don't recognise they are in a cult either. WE know it's a cult; the characters (unless they are journalists or knows people in it) may not ;]

[cryptid-doodles-212]

"Stanley has taken to crafting elaborate, albeit clumsy, replicas of creatures which I have catalogued throughout my extensive research on Gravity Falls.

Despite his insistence that they were nothing but a means to an end, just like with much else, they are crafted with my brother's love."

☆ Stanford finds the creatures Stanley made for the Museum endearing; I like to imagine that there is a gap between his return and Soos taking over the Shack; where Stan is still doing his Mr. Mystery gig and Ford is there to witness it.

☆ As a part of the re-bonding, Stanford shows him the other journals in full detail and tells him stories. He finds Stanley perched above one of them early in the morning making a list; returning later that day with a box full of matching parts.

☆ Stan grumbles when one of the parts falls off from a display "Damn cheap thing, it'll be to the bins with ya'..."; Stanford catches him at 3 am, hands covered in glue and eyes red, hand stitching it back together.

Just like he did with their family.

☆ ☆ ☆

Inspired by how Swooning The Stans addressed Stanley's creativity and the fact that he actually had fun making the little critters for the Mystery Shack

[kirlicues]

Roseland Park | Sims 2 Lot Download

Understated and classic on the outside with more modern features inside, this little home has lots of options for your pet-loving sims. This lot is also nearly CC-free! There’s only 1 item (upper kitchen cabinets), and you can choose whether you want to put it in your game or not when you use the Sims 2 Pack Clean Installer.

It features a spacious, fenced-in yard for endless games of “fetch”.  There is also a doghouse to provide your pet with a relaxing place to rest after their romp.

This home is lightly furnished so that you can customize it to fit your family and their pets. The 2nd bedroom is completely empty and can be used for the kids or turned into a pet paradise.

Here’s a look at the floorplans:

1st Floor Clockwise from top-left: Dining room, back entry, dog-washing station, bonus space/exercise room, garage, front entry, living room, and kitchen.

2nd Floor: Clockwise from left: 2nd bedroom with bathroom, master bedroom with walk-in closet and en-suite, stairway.

Now for a short tour of some of the main areas of the house! These will benefit a lot from your decoration skills. 😊

Kitchen: The upper cabinets are the only piece of CC in this lot. Use the Sims 2 Pack Clean Installer when you put this lot in your game to choose whether to put the cabinets in or not.

Dining room and living room:

Master bedroom:

Dog washing station:

Roseland Park: MF | SFS

All EPs and SPs are required.

I’ve run this home through the Lot Compressor so any random references to sims that aren’t there should be removed. I have also run this lot through the Lot Cleaner to remove any bits of buggy code. This lot comes with a shiny custom thumbnail so it has even more curb appeal in your Lots and Houses bin! 😄

This home has only 1 piece of CC: the upper kitchen cabinets, which you may already have in your game. They can easily be replaced or omitted if you don’t want them though.

CC List (Included): -Maxis Match Wall Cabinets by CTNutmegger at ModtheSims   

I ALWAYS recommend using the Sims 2 Pack Clean installer to install lot files.

Is saving fluffy critters your calling? You might like this lot too.