#Exceptional Cask

[maltrunners]

Craigellachie 11 Exceptional Cask Series

Review by: Raygun Craigellachie is known for worm tubs, which results in a somewhat sulfury, often meaty spirit. Just recently had the standard 13 again, and it reminded me how solid it is. Aren’t many better entry level malts out there. This is my first from the Exceptional Cask Series. I believe it was an exclusive for Spec’s. Reviewed from a sample thanks to Ricebowl. Rested about 10…

[thatswhatsushesaid]

shitpost dispatches from the qinghe nie's legacy of self-destruction

[valid-name]

thinking so hard about dgs pokemon au

[thebisfor]

I'm just saying I bought custom leatherwork from a scruffy pirate guy who proceeded to show me pictures of all his screen worn black sails costuming and if he'd have offered to show me I would have been inside a brick wall faster than you can say "I met him one time at the renfaire"

[jadedresearcher]

And I can show you them whenever you like, I promise nothing bad will happen to you.

I'm not ignoring my WIPs. they're ripening in my mental cellar

[twinliches]

What uh. What's the frog story 👀

back when i was in second grade, my elementary school organised a school market with every class selling their crafts for charity. the contribution of my class were hand-sized ceramic frogs we made in art class. each one of us made one of them to be sold for five euros a piece (this is important later). the quality of the frog i made varies drastically based on who is telling the story, and for reasons that will become very apparent later there is no way to check, but i stand by the fact that it was average looking, if a bit wonky.

the day of the market arrived, and all frogs were bought within minutes, snatched up by enthusiastic and proud parents. all except - mine. because my mother hates spending money on unnecessary things, and she hates children's crafts even more. so she - loudly and vehemently - refused, in her thick eastern european accent, to "spend five euros on an ugly frog".

i will never forget seeing my ceramic frog alone on the slightly wet cardboard, surrounded by the imprints left behind by the already sold frogs. all the while other parents are getting more and more agitated, trying to get my mother to put the frog out of its misery. eventually, she budged, and spend five euros on a wonky frog. she was absolutely furious about this.

so furious, in fact, that when we came home to where my father was remodelling the kitchen, she WALLED IT IN. that's right. she cask of amadillo'd that poor ceramic fool. put him into the open wall and slapped concrete over it faster than my poor seven year old self or my dad could protest. out of pure anger over loosing five euros. and that's where it remains, until this day.

my mom hates when this story is brought up, which is why we bring it up all the time. she also thinks she what she did was right, because "do the other parents know where the frog is? no. only your creation is safe. because i love you." morally, i would disagree, but on a pure factual basis, she has a point.

i made her another ceramic frog for her last brithday, which was not buried like some pharaoh, and everytime guests compliment it my brother loudly goes "oh you should see the other frog he made" and when they ask to see it, he points at the wall. this is hilarious to him and infuriating for my mother. and that's the frog story.

[the-promise-has-been-made]

Like with all Mike Flanagan shows, I have to sit and stew on The Fall of the House of Usher for a bit to let it fully settle, and then I'll probably have to rewatch it to get the full picture.

But what I can say now after the first watch has sat with me for 2 days is that compared to Hill House which dealt with grief, Bly Manor which dealt with love, and Midnight Mass which dealt with faith, House of Usher for me dealt with consequences. Madeline and Roderick were offered the deal that they could basically do whatever the heck they wanted, and all the consequences of their horrible actions would not be suffered by them. Which is essentially what capitalist super-rich experience all the time - and we, the ordinary people, suffer the consequences. It's funny that they thought it worked like that, but I guess they saw their father who suffered no consequences for abuse and for mistreating their mother whom he had ann affair with (if it even was that, and not rape) - but he did suffer consequences, he was strangeled to death by a dead woman. And Griswold, who seemingly suffered no consequences for his fraud and the many crimes of his company, except he did - he was literally cask of Amontillado'ed which is honestly the funniest thing! But for the Ushers, the consequences were suffered not just by the anonymous masses, not just by the thousands upon thousands that suffered and died because of their actions (powerfully depicted by the rain of bodies Verna showed Roderick in their meeting in his tower) and not by Madeline nd Roderick themselves, but very directly, very brutally, by their own children - who all in the span of a few days were driven insane and horrifically killed. They were offered this deal, and while Madeline had no children and made sure afterwards that she never would, Roderick already had two children by that point. He signed that deal not for some hypothetical children he might have, but for Frederick and Tammerlane who were already alive then, and for his 4 as of yet unborn children! They barely hesitated. The Ushers TOOK that choice away from their children, they doomed these children before they were even born. And they doomed even their grandchild before she was born. If that doesn't show the crippling consequences of actions we take today, I don't know what does. Every decision the rich and powerful make today has devastatign consequences for generations to come - not hypothetical, but very real and very dire consequences. But these people don't care about that, because it's not consequences they suffer NOW, so it's not their problem. The Ushers are charicaturized representations of that mindset, their children representations of the generations of people fucked over by their decisions. That's why I am torn between feeling glee at the bizarre demise each of the Usher children met (cause let's face it, they were all assholes and messed up) and at the same time feel immense pity for them (because the fact that they were assholes and messed up was almost not their fault but a product of growing up under the trauma Roderick and Madeleine suffered when they were children, and in a mindset where they genuinely believed being richer than God made them immune to cosequence, and because their fate had been decided for them without their knowledge).

But also, Verna gave EACH of these kids an option. They were all going to die, sure, but they were given the choice to do the right thing. Prospero was offered the chance to end his orgy and his filming of incriminating material but he chose to continue. Camille was offered the chance to turn around and go home and instead die peacefully in her sleep. Napoleon was offered the chance not to lie to his boyfriend and bring a fake 'cat' home, and instead go home, sober up, get his shit together, be honest about his fuck-ups. But he didn't. Victorine was offered the chance to say 'no, this treatment is not ready for human testing' but instead she deceived what she believed to be an innocent, desperate woman into essentially signing away her life. Tammerlane could have stopped her jealousy, her envy, and instead reach out to her husband, actually communicate, actually appreciate him, but she didn't. And Frederick, well, Verna spelled it out for him, didn't she? He had to bring her home, he had to bring out the pliers. He CHOSE to abuse and brutalize and mutilate his wife when she was completely defenseless, helpless, and innocent - yes she had gone to the orgy because she felt unappreciated, unseen, and nothing actually happened, she didn't cheat, her only 'crime' was chosing to be in the wrong place at the wrong time. He chose to be a monster to her and to their child. All of them could have stopped, could have chosen to reflect on their actions and be better, do BETTER. Instead, they doubled down on their horrific behaviour, and sealed their own fate. All except Lenore, who until the very end chose to be good, chose to be kind, chose to see the best in people. That's why she was the only one to whom Verna appeared with kindness, giving her the certainty that her life mattered, that her sacrifice would save thousands, that her mother would do incredibly good in her name in the future, and she did not die with horror and suffering, she died peaceful, quick, quiet, like Verna had offered all the others. Verna was not so much a demon as she was the personification of "actions, meet consequences".

TLDR: The Fall of the House of Usher is the hardcore version of 'play stupid games, win stupid prizes' and will for me be part of the 'rich people actually suffer consequences for their shitty actions' cinematic universe.

[takescrackseriously]

Nevermore Theory Time!

Annabel Lee might kill Pluto

So as we know, Nevermore is based on Edgar Allen Poe's works, a very popular one of his is The Tell-Tale Heart.

In this particular story, a madman who (tries convincing us he is not mad) kills his neighbor for having an 'evil eye'. After killing said neighbor, the man then buries him underneath a floor board, but strangely enough, can still hear his neighbor's heartbeat. Eventually, the police come to investigate and the neighbor's heartbeat grows louder and louder, but only the man seems to hear it. Convinced that the police can also hear the heartbeat and are just toying with him, the man confesses to the murder. The end <3.

Due to it being very popular, I doubt RnF wouldn't atleast incorporate some elements of it into Nevermore. And we've been shown that characters can come for multiple stories (such as with Duke being from both Duc De L'Omlette and The cask of Amontillado).

Now as to how this ties into Nevermore (another person made a post similar to this but I can't find them)

Annabel Lee is shown to have connections to both insanity, with her being afraid of being considered a mad woman, and her close associations with hearts. Examples:

Her spectre missing it's heart

The Nevermore logo featuring a beating heart

When having her panic attacks, it's noted that her heart beats faster (obviously, but hear me out on this one)

She has a fear of being called mad, which is shown throughout the series, such a s when Lenore accuses her if being a madwoman

Now as to why I believe she will kill Pluto, one of Pluto's spectre abilities is called 'Evil eye'. Now technically I don't have much of a concrete motivation for the kill, in fact it is unlikely due to her fear of Lenore not trusting her.

But

What if she tries to kill one of Lenore's friends again to try and convince Lenore that this whole academy is an 'us vs them' situation? And it's literally shown to us that she isn't above (albeit more indirect) murder.

Another, more logical reason, would be that she now sees Lenore's friend group as more of a threat than ever, especially since Pluto and Duke tried to kill her. Now as to why she would do it herself, let's be honest all the Clusterfuck (except her and maybe Prospero) are idiots and couldn't even kill one man, who says what they could do to kill a another?

When this will happen, I think closer to the end of season 2, for no reason other than it feels right.

Now, (this whole theory is mainly speculation) as what I think would happen if Annabel Lee is to kill Pluto, is a discussion for another day as I am trying to figure out what the hell is up with me for making this.

Actually, nevermind, I wanna think how would they react.

Now I would assume Annabel wouldn't tell Lenore of this murder, but I personally think she'd crack (heheheh) under the pressure of killing Lenore's friend. Why? Well, the main reason she was so okay with killing Duke was because she viewed him as an extra (if that makes sense). But after her becoming friends with Prospero, she may actually start to understand why Lenore values people other than her, and this may encourage her to tell Lenore of her terrible act, out of guilt.

Or maybe Annabel suspects Lenore knows and is just not telling he that she knows.

I mean like, another possibility could be Prospero being the madman, as he does ask Annabel Lee if she thinks he is neurotic/insane, and he then tries telling her that he is sane and was roommates with Pluto, I guess.

But hey, that's just a theory, a Crack theory!

[season-of-hope]

 How did that cat come back as a goddamn reference to an Edgar Allan Poe short story?

you bottle Miette??

[moxiepower2]

Nevermore theory: Annabel Lee is tied to “The Tell-Tale Heart”

In Nevermore we already have characters who play dual roles for two different Poe works. For instance, this is seen with both Montresor and Duke. Montresor is both Montresor of “The Cask of Amontillado” and the Devil in “The Duc de L’Omelette” and Duke represents both Fortunato and the Duke in these stories

I think that Annabel Lee is one of these dual characters and is tied to both “Annabel Lee” and “The Tell-Tale Heart”. I don’t have much evidence to back this up except for one thing:

The heart is Annabel Lee’s symbol in Nevermore

It appears at her death

As part of her specter

And it’s her part of the Nevermore logo as the story’s deuteragonist (with the wings being implied to represent Lenore)

The creators of Nevermore have proven over the last season that they are VERY detailed and precise when it comes to the story’s writing. Even a small comment made by a character might have a callback/payoff later on. With that in mind, I find it highly unlikely that they chose to make Annabel Lee’s symbol the heart without considering how reminiscent it is of one of Poe’s most famous works.

I don’t have any detailed theories on how this might come into play but I just wanted to get my thoughts out lol

(Also you might see a post exactly like this in the tags. It’s my other account, I created a new one bc Tumblr for some reason isn’t letting my posts show up)

[lafeeverte-sims]

🍷 4t2 vineyard set 🍷

whether you want to build spooky vaults of amontillado or sunny veronaville vineyards, here's some items from the latest ts4 pack. everything is decorative and placed in deco>misc, except for the grapevine which is in deco>plants. the barrels and unstacked crates are technically endtables and have a single slot, and the storage racks can be stacked (not infinitely, just one on top of another one, but you can then grab that stack and put it on a third rack, and so on and so on). looks best placed next to each other with quarter tile i guess. i added subsets where i could too. let me know if anything is wrong w these!

🍇 download: 🍇 merged [SFS] 🍇 unmerged [SFS] 🍇

credits: ea

i don't have extra preview pictures but you can check out the thumbnails in the 4t2 database

debug grapevine

debug nectar bottle

antique nectar press

rancher's stackable nectar storage rack

nectar country barrel

nectar country barrel stack

nectar country cask

nectar country crates

nectar country crates, stacked

salvaged barrel - natural

salvaged barrel - painted

rootin' fruit'n nectar maker

[bowling-alleycarpet]

they’re neighbors

Barbie in: The Cask of Amontillado

[thought--bubble]

To Lay Hands

Hugh Hammer X Dragonseed Reader

Word Count: 1,380

For the 12 days of smuffmas (Prompts by @ewanmitchellcrumbs)

December 15th - mulled wine and mutual masturbation (I'm nothing if not consistently late lmao)

** Delay on this one because it is my first ever Hugh fic and I was really nervous

Smuffmas Masterlist

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Banners by @arcielee

Warnings: Infidelity, masturbation (duh), Wine (also duh)

“We are going to look tomorrow, I hope?” You plop down onto the seat before the fire in Hugh's rooms.

“Yes… I said we would. My word is good.” He lifts an eyebrow as he looks over at you, an amused lilt to his voice.

You sigh and lean back in your chair. “My apologies.”

He puts his hand up as if to silence you.

You look into the fire and swallow audibly. You know that you should be grateful—grateful to be alive after the gracious Queen Rhaenyra sent you to the slaughter.

You can close your eyes and still smell the blood, feel the fire curling over your shoulder blades, and see Hugh's face—the man who didn't even know you, yet was all too willing to sacrifice himself to let you live another day. You, a simple washmaid, hardly worth the live of a blacksmith. Yet there he stood screaming into the face of the beast while you ran. That has to be why that beast chose him. No fear. Unlike you, who cowered behind a rock, more than happy to let Hugh die for you.

The queen had been too cheap to provide the surviving dragonseeds with passage back to King's Landing. So, of course, with all her grace, she added you to the staff, while Hugh and that idiot Ulf got dragons and plush rooms. You shared a room with four other maids and spent your days scrubbing linens.

But not for long. There were wild dragons on this godforsaken island, and Hugh had promised to help you find one.

“I brought you some wine from dinner. I was unable to sneak food away; I apologize.” He hands you the half-full cask of wine, and you take it.

You mimic his earlier gesture, raising your hand with a smirk. “No apologies. You have done more than enough for someone like me.”

He huffs at this. “Someone like you? A fellow Targaryen bastard? We are not so different, you and I.”

You scoff and look up at the ceiling, your fingers digging into the fabric of your ashen-covered dress, frustration rippling through you. “Except you are a dragon rider, and I am a maid. The gods have chosen you for greatness, and me… they have forgotten.” You sip the lukewarm wine and grimace. The traces of cinnamon and clove tingle across your tongue, but you know, at this point, the wine doesn't taste half as good as it did for them—the dragon riders. The ones who matter.

“A dragon chose Ulf. Clearly, this has nothing to do with the gods and everything to do with luck.” He chuckles and gazes at you with a boyish grin.

“How much of this have you already had?” you chuckle and take another swig. “One day mine will still be warm when I drink it.”

“It will. We will find you a dragon, little one.” He tosses some more kindling in the fire. “Perhaps the most wild of them all; it would suit you.”

You scoff playfully, the wine beginning to have its intended effects. “Have you heard… from your wife?” You nervously play with your fingers in your lap. It's probably not proper for you to ask him about his wife—not after what happened between you when he brought you to meet his beast.

His face grows stern, and he looks ahead. “I have not.” You can see his large, calloused hands curl around the arms of the chair in which he sits. You have watched him send raven after raven to his wife, only to be met with silence.

“Maybe your messages are being intercepted.” An awkward silence fills the space, interrupted only by the crackling fire and your not-so-subtle gulp of wine.

“You drink like a Braavosi sailor,” he says, keeping a completely straight face.

You burst out laughing, spraying wine from your mouth to dribble down your chin. “You would as well if you were a downtrodden maid with nothing to look forward to but leftover wine!”

He laughs—a big, boisterous laugh that sends tingles through your body from your toes to your center. “Your laugh… it is so handsome, if it is not too bold of me to say.”

He turns his head to look at you, his eyes soft but sad. “I cannot lay my hands on you again. Not until I hear from my wife. It is improper. I need to know she has left me.”

“You are a good man, Hugh. Much too good for the likes of me.”

The room falls silent again, and you nervously sip on your wine.

“That is not true,” he finally says, his voice quiet. “You are not the issue here. The issue is me. I am married.”

You nod in understanding and tap on your knee. “So you mustn't lay hands on me.”

He nods, a solemn expression on his face “ As well as I must not allow you to lay hands on me.” He takes the wine and gulps a generous mouthful. “As much as it may pain me to decline your company.”

You get up from your chair and make your way to his bed behind you.

“Little one… do not tempt me. I ask for your kindness,” he says without turning around, his desperation evident in his tone.

“I wish not to tempt you. Only to follow your rules. I may not touch you… but I may of course touch myself?” You crawl onto your back and lay on his bed, parting your thighs and rucking up your dress. “If you choose to watch… well…”

You slide your hand into your underclothes, finding the wet warmth that already awaits you there.

Hugh's fingers claw into the arms of his chair as he fights to stay put, but with your first breathy moan, he is immediately up from his chair and sauntering over.

“What am I to watch if your small clothes stay in place?” he growls, standing at the edge of the bed, his eyes locked on the tantalizing view between your thighs.

“Oh, pardon my rudeness, dear dragon rider. Let me correct this most egregious of sins post haste.” You quickly slide the small clothes down your legs and cast them from the bed before spreading your legs wide and bringing your hand back to its rightful place, swirling your engorged nub.

Hugh grunts, his own hand rubbing the front of his breeches. “You seem to be experienced in this… particular sin.” His breathing picks up as he slowly starts to undo the laces of his breeches.

“I may not know how to claim a dragon…” you moan loudly, sliding your hand down to your entrance to collect more of your delicious wetness before resuming your hasty circular motions. “But this… this I know how to do.”

Hugh pants with wide eyes as he finally gets his laces free, pulling out his hardened cock, which he squeezes.

“Come closer,” you plead as you arch off the bed, your moans becoming more needy, your thighs parting impossibly wide.

“No. I cannot—” he grunts again, his hand now making quick strokes along his girth, a faint slapping sound filling the air like a beautiful carnal melody. “If I do, I fear I will lose control.” While he says this, he steps closer to the foot of the bed. “I have a spectacular view from here.”

You raise your head enough to see Hugh, his lustful gaze locked onto your heat, the vision of him panting and the sound of his slapping skin pushing you right to the edge. Your hand moves in wild, wide circles as you gasp before falling pliantly back on the bed.

You again lift your head to see Hugh gripping the bedpost, the evidence of his enjoyment scattered atop the linens.

You lay back and pant. “Why did I do such a thing?” you chuckle between labored breaths.

Hugh's head snaps up. “I did not wish for you to do something you would regret.” He hastily starts to fix his pants.

“No, it…” You sigh and chuckle, forcing yourself to sit up. “I wash the linens.”

With that, Hugh breaks out into a great big smile. “Then I think it best we make quick work of finding you a dragon hmm?”

[aurumacadicus]

Number 11? For the ask meme?

Cleaning up after a wreckage was always an... experience.

Steve hadn't wanted to be bothered now, after the wars, and had chosen the island he lived on because it was impossible to get to except by flight. Even if, by some fluke of fate, a ship managed to avoid Scylla and Charybdis, the water flowed so quickly past his island that no ship could possibly steer toward it in time to land. Not that they could. Charybdis's swallowing and belching sucked under any ships that came close.

The only downside was that pieces of the wreckage settled on his shores, and a mess could grow into something that ships could land at. Crude docks, Bucky had called them once. So he had to travel the shore of the island and pick up pieces wood, bring them together to burn. It wasn't all bad, though. Sometimes casks of wine or baskets of fruit or meat washed up, and he could add it to his makeshift larder.

This ship hadn't had much on it, Steve figured. Probably a skeleton crew, only enough supplies to get to the next port. That wouldn't have been enough to man the ship through the channel. Either they needed enough crew to sacrifice six to Scylla, or enough supplies that the ship would be heavy enough it wouldn't be buffeted about by Charybdis's belching waters. Steve had seen that desperation sink many ships in his time on the island.

So he got the fright of his life as he lifted a scrap of sailcloth and a body moaned beneath it. "Oh fuck," he gasped, dropping the sailcloth.

It collapsed on top of the body again, and the poor thing whimpered. Steve remembered, belatedly, that sailcloth was heavy to normal people. He dropped the lumber he was holding to the side and reached down, hurriedly dragging the cloth up again. He'd only discovered a body once before, because Charybdis's gaping maw usually sucked down everything, and that body had been decidedly dead.

This one, though, he realized, dropping the sailcloth on top of the wood, was only half dead. He stooped to turn him onto his side, wondering if he was dreaming. Scylla and Charybdis had never left a human alive.

Then he saw the glowing blue pendant hanging from a gold chain around the man's neck, and he understood. He recognized the metalwork--Hephaestus's handiwork was unmistakable, especially to him, having wielded a shield the god had gifted to him personally. The gem took him a moment, but then it struck him, the glow coming from deep inside the blue stone. The Titan Theia herself had blessed it, and its gleam came from the man being worthy of carrying it.

To be blessed by a God and a Titan. Steve had never heard of such a thing. He gathered the man into his arms, unable to help his wings extending from his back, feathers glittering silvery-white as he carefully took the man's face in his hand and tipped it toward the sun. Eos might know him. Barring that, perhaps Helios. Worst case scenario, he could show the man's face to Selene. One of Theia's children must know him.

The man's olive skin nearly glowed in the early morning light, and Steve understood why Theia had blessed him. A child of the skies. Hephaestus didn't have much love for humans though. He wondered what the man had done to earn such a boon as the god's handiwork on a piece of jewelry. Perhaps he should go up and ask.

But that was an idea for later. The man needed his immediate attention. "I'm going to take care of you, okay?" he asked gently, brushing the back of his hand over the man's cheek.

The man's pendant grew brighter for a moment, and Steve couldn't help but feel he'd taken on a task set by a god with his question, but somehow, he couldn't bring himself to regret it.

[sunmoon-starfactory]

Gone Fishin' 2.0

This set serves as both an streamlining update to the original files, as well as adds in being able to source items from the sea and to make productive farming situations as well.

Changes from Gone Fishin' 1.0

Optimization of textures: most made smaller, many items repositoried.

Food Points Amounts: All fish used to be worth the same amount of food points. Now they are varied depending upon fish size.

All items unlocked in the catalog for purchase if so desired.

Modern Rods included in separate folder - Shares GUIDs with simple rods; Choose One Type

Converter Crates/Fish Stand have been converted to decorative (requested per beta testers) as their functions have been combined to a new station, they share the same GUIDs as the original versions.

Filet knife has been eliminated from the set, as it's function has been put into the new station.

NEW: Cleaning & Packing station; allows packing of fish crates and butchering of fish.

NEW: Traps; Passive allocation of various fresh water or salt water creatures.

NEW: Tidepools: Quick forage spots for various ocean resources

NEW: Farming Tank: Make various fish, sea critters, and even seaweed renewable resources right at home. A glass recolor of BB Niches is included for making glass walled tanks.

Download - SFS

View Use/Instruction Manual

See below the cut for more detail.

This fishing set is intended to allow a sim to catch a variety of fish based on their body skill rather than their badge skill/season/bait type used. Of course all fishers have good days and bad days so they may also pull up some trash, seaweed or some treasure along with the intended catch.

Key Features:

Bait Sources - To fish, one needs bait. Fresh water fish use worms, and salt water creatures prefer small bait fish. These can also be used as Fish Food for farming. If a sim is super desperate, they are worth 1 food point if stocked to the fridge.

Fish Anywhere, Anytime Spots - Comes in fresh water and salt water variations. Works in all seasons, can be used by multiple sims at the same time. All fish are worth a variety of food points based on size and they can be added directly to the fridge or butchered.

Fish Traps - These are passive traps that run every 3 hours (tunable). They must be baited to function and sometimes come up with nothing.

Tidepools - A great place to forage for mollusks, shells, and other small sea critters and salt water foragables.

Farming Tank - Gather the needed materials and creatures to start farming them rather than relying on chance. Fish, mollusks, shrimp, and seaweed can all be grown. Rather than any particular type of fish, sims will received "Farmed Fish". A glass recolor of BB Niches is included for making glass walled tanks. A decorative protective net object can be called onto the Farm Tank.

Cleaning & Packing Station - This all in one station now takes the place of the previous converters and filet knife. All fish except Tuna and Swordfish can be packed into crates, as well as Lobsters, Crabs, and Fish Filets.

When a fish is butchered on this station, it produces Fish Filets that are worth 1 food point a piece. Sims receive as many that a fish raw stocked is worth, plus an additional filet. With certain traits, sims can gain more.

Displays - The Fish Crate Display and Fishing Rod are back, but have been repoed to the Cask Shelf now to save space.

Tools - The fishing rod tool allows for autonomous fishing while the new pole net is required for farming and other actions.

[lovelesslittleloser]

Caaaaaaaasks how do I pretend to know rocket science aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaAa

~

LE6-92 was a massive spy ship sent to observe the Karni of planet J-928, as this galaxy’s division of the Interstellar Communication Corps for Safety and Peace suspected they were in the business of distributing adrenaline, and other illegal and potentially deadly drugs.

The ship was in a newly developed full camouflage mode, so that no other ships would be able to detect them at all, even from a millimeter of distance. Which was likely how the Nom-Threck Li (lovingly named after the captain’s favorite hoard item, a natural geode they’d found on their home world) ended up blasting through three escape pods on one end of the ship, emergency stalling upon reaching the opposite side.

Thankfully, there were no casualties, seeing as LE6-92 was made of softer materials to allow for the invisibility, and though the Nom-Threck Li was a small cargo vessel, it had many defenses, and once the two ships begun communications, it was clear that the crew were veterans, hardened by pirate attacks.

“I am Jello, the head communications officer of the LE6-92,” she spoke, nose twitching with concern over the whole situation. Her hackles rose as she heard faint barks, murmurs, and even a sound like boiling water from the other side; were the crew of the other ship angry? “My ship first needs confirmation that any and all persons on both vessels are unharmed, and afterwards, we will reimburse for any damage done to your ship before we can head to the nearest planet’s ICCSP building to give our statements.”

The other side spoke. “I am Ku-Mwat, captain of the Nom-Threck Li. Thankfully, none of our passengers have died, though three persons of our crew have been visibly injured.” Jello’s ears shot up. That was bad- oftentimes, easily visible injuries could inhibit most lifeforms from doing any kinds of work- “Ah, but they say that these are ‘bruises’, a form of minor injuries their species experiences, and should heal within a short time.” Ku-Mwat’s voice grows slightly more distant, no longer speaking to Jello. “Please forgive me, I’m still not familiar with human’s injury levels-”

Jello’s pupils shrink with this revelation. Humans?! She would have to tread lighter than the wind as to it offend a captain favored by Deathworlders.

Humans are Space Orcs but it’s…

INTERACTIVE!

The theme is: your ship’s crew has “bumped into” another ship, very very fast. It could be that they just didn’t detect the other ship (because of it’s stealth, or size), they’ve mistakenly attacked the other ship, or just plain space traffic (that hyperwarp on O,0,0 is really congested sometimes.)

You might encounter pirates, mercenaries, space cops, or the USS Kalayaan if you’re lucky (or unlucky, depending on how you see humans!)

Everyone is welcome to reply, and I’ll be sure to reply to all of your wonderful prompts.

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because i don’t want to be alone, i’ll tag @lovelesslittleloser because u should really write more space things n also i missed my loser friend

also tagging friends and moots who interacted w me on space posts:

@mnemovoid

@kaptainrazoork

@the-name-was-lost

@samsimisauser