#Furnace Spouses

[yellingaboutmasseffect]

In light of recent events...

[Image Alt Text: Artwork of Ayara, Furnace Queen, and Urabrask from Magic the Gathering’s March of the Machine set]

Would you like a story about Ayara’s compleation that focuses on her?

Are you a fan of one rebellious lad?

Do you like fairy tales?

Would you like good things for both of them?

If any of those sound good to you, check out my story, Beauty and the Furnace Beast. All 5 chapters are up now and the story is compleat 😉

(Do not reblog this with bashing of the author of today’s story or authors of any official mtg story. That is not the intention of this post)

[thementalmonk]

Members of the Furnace Queen’s court often find themselves with bursts of creativity. Those younger courteirs, without the inclination to work a forge,  have instead taken to painting their faces as a means of self expresion. Romours abound that both Urabrask and Ayara enjoying seeing what odd colours and strange shapes these young phyrexians may dream of.

[perilegs]

ok i also have got to show off the multiplayer farm i have with a friend of mine, we're 2 mil away from the golden clock and so incredibly out of hardwood – note the unfinished fences lmao

our houses are nowhere near 1st priority as you can see

[yandere-writer-momo]

Yandere Head Canons:

My Purpose

Mad Scientist Husband x Reader x Yandere Clone

Now your husband, Dorian Goodman, truly believed he was doing you a favor with his newest creation… or should he say creations? He felt like a horrible husband by being away from you for long hours but he was allergic to pet dandruff so that was out of the equation… so why not clean himself? That way you wouldn’t be lonely! He only had his genius to blame for the horror he inflicted on you from this…

So imagine waking up to see your husband laying beside you in the bed still? His arms felt colder than normal and he smelled like preservatives… something was off but you couldn’t put your finger on it… his black hair was still long and beautiful just like his dark lashes. But something in your gut told you this wasn’t him.

And that’s when the figure beside you wakes up and gives you a bright smile. “I’m Dee. I’m your husband’s clone to keep you company while he’s away.”

You never shot up from the bed so fast to call your husband. You were extremely upset with him for creating a replica of himself rather than spend time with you himself… the nerve!

But your husband reassured you it was fine. That Dee was essentially him in every single way and that Dee could be your companion. He brushed off your concerns on this being cheating since Dee was a complete biological copy of Dorian himself but Dee could be deactivated by Dorian’s voice… it frustrated you. Why couldn’t he just leave his silly inventions behind and just spend time with his own spouse once and awhile? You were so lonely in this mansion…

But you didn’t take your frustration out on Dee. The poor clone was as clueless as you but he insisted he was created to serve you. Dee’s purpose was to take care of your needs

Dee would clean around the house and do the yard work. He was the complete opposite of the stoic Dorian. He felt more like a real human being than your own husband… minus how abnormally cold he was. He didn’t talk much but he was there. You started to grow attached to him

You spent a lot of time with Dee. He’d cover you with a blanket if you sat in your reading nook to read, he’d brew you your favorite coffee/tea, and he’d rub your shoulders. You constantly had to tell Dee that it was okay. That he didn’t have to be at your every beck and call but he would always say, “you’re my purpose.”

And Dee took notice of your sexual frustration when he peaked in on you touching yourself in the privacy of the bathroom within the glass shower walls. Curiosity began to settle in him. The cute whimpers and cries from your lips stirred something within him and he pushed the door open

You nearly screamed when Dee entered the bathroom, the only place he wasn’t beside you. But what shocked you more was the large erection in his gray joggers. It seemed he was more human than you thought and you were aching for something inside of you…

You let Dee have his way with you. He truly was a copy of your husband from how much he stretched you. Dee felt so good. He was so big and he was so strong. And he oddly smelled like your husband now… like clean linen and citrus. It was comforting and sexy. It was like Dorian was with your right now. Like Dorian was inside of you.

And in your passion it spilled from your lips once your orgasm rocked through you. Three little words that changed Dee forever, “I love you.” Dee held you while he rode you through your orgasm until his finally came. His strong arms held you up and his cheeks were filled with color. You loved him. You loved him. Dee didn’t want to ever be deactivated. Des wanted to be with you.

Dee would big spoon you every night. His large body pressed as close to yours as physically possible. There was a change in him. He was starting to become warm. Warm like a furnace. It was strange…. Dee became more and more human as the days turned to months. Your texts to your real husband became less and less but he probably didn’t even notice since he was busy with his inventions.

Dee would make you breakfast every morning and have his face between your legs to please you while you ate. Breakfast and sex became the norm for you and him. It felt so wonderful to feel wanted again. And every time, Dee begged you to tell him how you loved him. He would do anything to you to hear those words. Anything.

A shame you started to neglect your real husband. Dorian was shocked to see you folded up in a pretzel in your bed while Dee slammed into you like a mad man. This wasn’t what the clone was built for. He wasn’t built to fuck you. What the hell?

And that’s when Dee gave him a smirk. It was like looking in a mirror except there was something terrifying behind those ice blue eyes. Something sinister and Dorian didn’t like it at all. Dorian needed to get rid of Dee quickly… Dorian gave Dee one last look before he walked out of the room before you noticed

Dee kissed your head as he tucked you in. “I’m going to go get some water, okay?”

Dorian waited in the kitchen for Dee to come to him and the clone did. Dorian and him stared at each other for a few minutes before Dorian sighed.

“Deactivate.” Dorian told Dee but the clone remained standing there menacingly rather than deactivating like he was supposed to. “I said deactivate-“

And that’s when Dee launched himself toward Dorian and began to strangle him. His ice blue eyes filled with glee as the color slowly drained from Dorian’s face. An evil smirk on his face.

“It’s my purpose to make (your name) happy and there not happy with you so you can’t deactivate me anymore.” Dee whispered in Dorian’s ear. “They don’t love you. They love me.”

Dee ended up burying Dorian in the backyard before you woke up. He didn’t want you to be sad about your old husband any longer….

Dee slipped the ring he took off Dorian’s finger onto his. The shiny gold band now proudly on display. A smile on his face. Your real husband was with you now and he’d make you happy.

[raspberryconverse]

TFW you had to postpone your hair appointment and now you notice you have way more gray hairs than you remember having. — Coley 💗💜💙 Bisexual people exist (she/her) (@raspberrychucks) Jan 20, 2023 January 20, 2023 at 03:56AM via Twitter https://twitter.com/raspberrychucks

[ghosts-bandwagon]

Hello!!! I’m so glad requests are open. I’ve been dying to request lol (bc you’re so good!) My request is how would the 141 + Alejandro and Rudy react if their spouse/husband/wife got cold on a date and wanted to be warmed up by their husband? I just think it’s adorable 🥺 imagining these hunky military men try and keep you warm omgggg

Ughhhhh I’m swooning 😭❤️

Sorry for disappearing! I’m dealing with a lot currently so updates will be spaced out a bit, I haven’t left I promise!

Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley:

He sees you trying to put on a brave face and he can’t help the affectionate sigh, you’ve got your hands rubbing up and down your arms and your shoulders are hunched forward, you’re not subtle, love

He stops walking long enough to shrug off his jacket and wrap it around your shoulders

“Sweetheart, I’m fine.”

“Course you are, love, just a precaution.” he chuckled, he tucks you under his arm and he’s got you close to his chest

He’s feeling the chill as well, but not as much with you tucked against him, he loves the way you fit in his arms and you don’t miss him resting his head on top of yours, nor do you miss the feeling of his cheeks moving in a small smile

John ‘Soap’ MacTavish:

As soon as you guys step out of the restaurant and he sees you shiver because of the cold breeze, he shrugs off his jacket and wraps it around your shoulders

He stops in front of you to zip it up and rub your arms a little bit

“What about you?” You asked sweetly

“Don’t need it, I’ve got you to keep me warm.” He winks at you, you laugh and give him a light shove

“Besides, the car’s not that far anyway.”

“Aaaand there it is.”

John Price:

He brought one of your jackets with him just in case

He knew it was going to be colder by the time you finished your date, and despite your insistence that you’d be fine, he brought it anyway (he was just slick about it)

He kept it folded neatly in his own jacket and when you walked back outside and the cold night air made you shudder he chuckled

“You can thank me later.” He teased, he unzipped his jacket and unfurled yours that was tucked under his arm, he helped you put it on and he zipped it up for you

You sighed happily as you held his hand and leaned against him as you walked

Kyle ‘Gaz’ Gerrick:

He does that thing where he tucks you tight against his chest, wraps his jacket around you, and zips it up

It was cute and really fun up until you two almost tripped

So he gave up and shrugged his jacket off and wrapped it around your shoulders with a pout

You rolled up the sleeves of his massive jacket just enough so your hands poked out and you took one of his and held it in one of the big pockets

“If we walk faster, we can get to the car and get the heater going sooner.” He shivered,

“Sounds like a plan.” You chuckled, feeling the cold creeping up your legs, “I’ll follow your lead.”

Alejandro Vargas:

He doesn’t let you leave the restaurant without putting his jacket on your shoulders first

You don’t even feel the chill because his jacket is so warm

You’re so lost in the scent of the leather jacket mixed with his cologne, it’s so warm because he’s a walking furnace

He chuckles when he sees you take a deep inhale of the collar, he tucks you under his arm and you two start making your way back home

Rodolfo Parra:

He’s such a gentleman, his jacket is already around your shoulders before you walk into the restaurant

He takes it back while you’re both eating, laughing and having a wonderful time and he’s wearing his jacket again

And when you’re heading back out, he stops you before you head back out the door and he wraps his jacket around you again, guiding your arms through the holes

He kisses the top of your head and then your lips before walking you both back outside, a warm hand on the small of your back before wrapping around your shoulders

[quitealotofsodapop]

Knowing Zu Baije he'd look at Ao Lie's pbvious favoritism and assume the guy has a crush on Wukong. To which both Wukong and Ao Lie give himself disgusted looks.

"Are you joking!? He's a carrying a pup! Thag clearly means he has someone else jn mind to help raise the baby." (Ao Lie knows and understands that it's asexual. He just also knows Wukong doesn't want that getting out)

"HEY! I have a mate, thank you very much! And he's a hell of a lot prettier than you!"

This is the first mention of Wukong having a significant other they get. Needless to say, they are very curious since all of them have heard legends and stories about Wukong or seen him in battle, but nothing to indicate he had a romantic partner. Quite the opposite, really.

And you know the dragon would loudly reinforced the fact that his and Wukong's friendship is pretty much fraternal. Ao Lie thinks Zhu Bajie is being gross - why wouldn't a dragon help out an expecting family member?

Ao Lie: "It's called *being a good person*. But you wouldn't know that, xiao-Zhu." Zhu Bajie: *ready to fist-fight a horse*

And of Wukong is embarassed by all the arguing "caused" by his condition.

He's also super sad that no one in the modern (ie Journey) era has heard of Macaque. The Six Eared Macaque, Great Sage Informing Wind? His right-hand warrior? His six-eared confidant? His equal on the battlefield? His moonlight? His plums?!

Wide-eyed, the two former-Celestials shake their heads in No. Honestly they're shocked that the dreaded, bloodthirsty Monkey King had a beloved spouse, as well as said spouse being his equal in battle.

Sha Wujing, awkwardly: "In the palace, there was rumours that you loved no one, or that you had a wife hidden away in your cave like some mountain troll. Sorry." Wukong, wistfully: "Really??? But.... me and Mac have been eachother's One and Only since long before I declared myself Great Sage. Why has history forgotten him?" Zhu Bajie: "I dunno. Maybe he died?" Wukong: *bursts out sobbing at the thought!!!* Ao Lie: "Dude! Uncool!" Tripitaka, moves to comfort Wukong: "Brother Pig! Don't be so crass!!" Zhu Bajie, unfazed: "Why? He probably did. He didn't get baked in the Furnace with the peaches, wine, and pills for 49 days. Odds are he isn't immortal." Wukong: "Shut up! Shut up!" *pulls out Staff and chases Bajie*

It was first of the many times Bajie would set off the hormonal, pregnant monkey.

[yellingaboutmasseffect]

Preview of my current WIP, “Beauty and the Furnace Beast”

“In all my years, I have never seen the sky this way,” Ayara said, looking at the odd voids in the sky. 

She holds her veil in place as a strong gust of wind blew past her, disturbing the birds from the woods nearby. The flock took to the sky but in a formation resembling a circle with a line going through the center.

It was unnerving but Ayara could not help the shiver of anticipation at the unknown when the world had long felt like it had already divulged all its mysteries.

“There is no need to fear. Soon I shall return with the Cauldron of Eternity and we can vanquish whatever has upset the natural order,” Ayara’s newest spouse said, before kissing her hand.

Ayara had wedded and buried many of her spouses when they had failed to return from their quest. There were some she had even believed could be the one to finally succeed where others had failed.

Her newest husband did not inspire such confidence. He had managed through the trials and challenges she had set through brute force but that did not inspire hope he could retrieve a treasure as elusive as the Cauldron of Eternity.

Even so, there were traditions needed to be seen to.

With the customary fanfare, her husband said his goodbyes before climbing on to the back of one of her horses. 

“Do not worry, my queen, I shall return shortly,” he said confidently as he urged his horse forward.

Her husband only traveled a few meters down the road when the ground shook beneath her feet.

The voids in the sky ruptured as serrated roots dug into the earth. Ayara watched the nearest void as all manner of creatures followed, climbing down the roots. A host of creatures resembling winged humans with exposed bone and muscle flew towards her keep and Ayara sneered at the gall of the interlopers. 

“Prepare for an attack and assign a few of your men to get my people to the safety of my keep,” Ayara ordered and the captain of her guard nodded before carrying out her orders.

It was not the first time someone had attempted to invade Locthwain, it would not be the last.

Most of the winged creatures had flown in various directions away from her keep but her husband had ridden out towards the few that circled the area.

“Villains, come down and face me!”

“Fool,” Ayara hissed under her breath even as she ran out towards him.

This was not how this tradition was meant to go. The Cauldron was in the woods. All her previous spouses at least made it that far!

Her husband lobbed his spear at one of the flying creatures who swatted it away effortlessly. The creature looked to their other winged companions who flew away in the direction of the woods.

“Cowards!” Her husband yelled,drawing his sword. “I have married Ayara, First of Locthwain and I shall protect my kin-”

Faster than Ayara would have thought possible, the winged creature screeched as it plucked her husband from his horse that ran back towards her keep. The creature flew up with her husband into the sky as he screamed. The creature took a moment to study her husband who was now begging for his life, promising her birthright to the creature if he was let go.

The creature was as unimpressed as she was at the display. The creature dropped her husband unceremoniously before looking t down at her behind a featureless bone-white mask.

Normally she had a year and a day to prepare the customary funeral.

Ayara grabbed the sword that her deceased husband had dropped as she snarled at the creature.

“You have trespassed upon my Kingdom and interrupted our traditions!” Ayara said, seeing that archers were at the ready at the walls of her keep. “Leave or perish!”

The creature said something metallic and she held up the sword in response. Just because she didn’t enjoy sword fighting, didn’t mean she hadn’t lived long enough to have mastered it.

Unlike her deceased husband, she would not miss.

The winged creature descended towards her with its arms extended towards her. Ayara swung decisively severing one of the creatures arms as she moved back to put more space between her and her attacker.

The creature hissed something in their metallic tongue when it stopped, looking towards the woods. 

With a roar, another beast bounded in from the trees, leaping effortlessly onto the winged creature and forced them to the ground. The beast was covered in glimmering black plates that glowed with molten metal where plates connected to each other. He was living metal given life and had the strength of a dragon as his talons smashed the porcelain mask from the winged creature’s face

Ayara wouldn’t lie to herself that watching the beast tear off the wings of the trespasser with his mouth made her feel something she had thought she could no longer feel.

It was brutal and efficient, the way the beast tore apart his foe, leaving nothing but useless pieces. As the beast finished, he looked to her as he dropped what remained of the creature.

The beast studied her with an intelligence that she had lived long enough to recognize despite his form. Lowering her sword, she raised her chin as she addressed him.

“I’m Ayara, First of Locthwain. The other creature interrupted the festivities of my wedding so I thank you for your assistance.”

The beast tilted his head at that, sitting back on his back legs as he thumped his draconic tail.

“Urabrask, Praetor of the Quiet Furnace. I suppose you wish to know what is happening to your world.”

“Very much so,” Ayara said, signaling her archers to stand down.

So Urabrask explained that Eldraine and other “planes” were under attack by his people, Phyrexians. While Urabrask believed that the process to become Phyrexian should be freely chosen, the other Praetors held no such beliefs and sought to force everyone into their image and force those they changed into a “Flesh Singularity

“Others like this one will come,” Urabrask said, looking towards the shreds of the Phyrexian he had torn apart. “If you allow me to compleat you, you will be yourself but more.”

Ayara did her best to keep her expression neutral despite her curiosity in the offer. After living so long, she had felt that nothing else could surprise her but Urabrask had come into her life and told her that there were other worlds and beings beyond her comprehension.

Ayara couldn’t remember the last time she had been surprised before today.

Even so, she was a queen and needed to act as such. She did not know Urabrask well enough to trust him blindly.

“Words are simple and promises can be made without sincerity. I will need to see your actions to determine if I trust such an offer but I imagine you have other places to be during this invasion.”

Urabrask tapped his claw against the ground and she realized that he was carefully picking his words. Ayara had met countless people of “nobler” lineages who were far more careless with what they said and she found herself charmed by this Urabrask.

“We don’t have to part ways. My people do not have a stronghold on this world yet and we could set up nearby. If you ally with me, it could be beneficial to both our people. As other factions spread, so will the oil. It will poison the food and water your people need to survive. My faction already has experience in keeping such resources available untainted for the fleshling resistance.”

“My, such a generous offer. What would you expect in exchange?”

“In exchange?” Urabrask said, conveying his shock despite his featureless face.

“Agreements between rulers are meant to be beneficial to both sides. What does Urabrask, Praetor of the Quiet Furnace desire?”

“I wish to compleat you,” he said, quicker than she expected. “I want to show you the beauty of creation through fire and darksteel as you are remade. I want you to consider my offer.”

Ayara’s lips parted before she smiled.

“Then you must prove yourself as any of my suitors would but I will give you a different challenge. My last husband demonstrated that my current challenges are lacking in showing the breath of one’s full character. I accept the terms of our agreement but I will only accept your offer if you are able to woo me before the roses bloom in my garden. Do that and I shall become your queen.”

“I did not mean it in that sense-”

“Does marrying me upset you?”

“No… it is just not a concept Phyrexians born of the core practice.”

“Do we need to renegotiate our terms?”

“No, we have an agreement.”

[betterbooktitles]

Guillermo del Toro owns a second home that only has his stuff in it. Though the 59-year-old filmmaker is married with children, he keeps an entire second house to himself and fills it with frightening sculptures, inspiring pieces of art, toys, books, and movies, all of it his own curation. There are no kid’s drawings on the fridge, no side tables picked out by his spouse. It’s his personal playroom. He does most of the upkeep himself after a housecleaner broke the finger off one of his statues. He refers to it as a “man cave” or the “Bleak House” and often spends time alone writing there. Del Toro claims his wife likes it and has always supported his childhood dream house. She also prefers that his horrifying decorations don’t impede the aesthetic taste of the home they share as a family.

Having an entire home as a creative man cave that I am entirely in charge of would sound perfect to me if it weren’t for the fact that owning one home has become a nightmare even the best horror director could not fully capture on film.

I know I am lucky. The stats on Millennials owning their own homes are (if you will) bleak. But whatever I thought was irritating me in the city wasn’t nearly as bad as the physical and mental work required to live in a house. It drains bank accounts and my will to do more than one thing per day. When I was young and lived in New York, I scheduled my days like a CEO or politician: meetings, lunches, podcasts, and stand-up shows all crammed together to the minute as if I could teleport between venues. Now, if Wednesday morning includes a Home Depot run and a painting project, realistically, I’m not doing anything after that until Saturday. The laundry list of what needs to be fixed or maintained in the house grows every day. In the winter, there are rooms I simply don’t use because of a draft I can’t fix. In the summers, the yard becomes something we have to actively fight against lest new trees and mushrooms and 6-foot tall weeds that resemble stalks of asparagus take over everything. The current issue is a dead tree blocking a path to the backyard because wisteria vines are pulling it to the ground. It’s the fastest I’ve ever seen a plant move outside of Evil Dead.

Though we struggle to keep up with our checklists, my wife and I have ambitions for the house outside of general maintenance. We’d like a bigger kitchen, a functional garden, and a fence that looks like a stiff breeze wouldn’t knock it over. The house is fine without these physical flourishes, but the fantasy is always there, nagging whispers in the brain of how nice it could be given unlimited time and resources. That nagging gets into my head about a whole house devoted to my creative dreams.

When I fantasize about what I’d like most if money and time were no object, I find myself thinking about a home theater. Unfortunately, money is an object, and the “fun budget” was consumed by the “necessities budget” a year ago. We already replaced the furnace and AC, dug up tiles in the den, painted nearly every room, replaced doors, one of which was rotting the wood at the edges because it hadn’t been replaced since 1986, the year I was born. Still, the list grows. A dedicated line to the kitchen needs to be added by an electrician so the fuse doesn’t blow whenever I use the toaster and the electric kettle at the same time. The fence and what it nominally protects behind the house needs to be reworked before bunnies consume everything that isn’t a weed. The ancient carpeting needs to be ripped up, bathrooms need to be redone by professionals so my body can actually fit comfortably inside one. Walls need to come down to make living spaces seem less like hallways, and the bay window on the second floor that appears to be melting toward the ground needs to be addressed by a professional architect before the wind rips it off the bedroom wall like a giant scab. After all of that is finished, I’d still need to move into a newer, much bigger house if I want to have a home theater. 

Where did the yearning for a private theater come from? Unlike Del Toro’s childhood fantasy of having a house all his own, my wish for this extravagance came much later. I was 30, and I remember exactly how the seed was planted: Zillow. I spent hours on the site, letting the mortgage/insurance calculator tell me what I could afford for the same amount I paid in rent in Brooklyn. On my phone’s screen, I saw a $400,000 mansion in my wife’s hometown outside of Pittsburgh that was the most beautiful house I’d ever seen. It had high wood ceilings and multiple fireplaces to make the whole giant house feel like a cabin. I had 8 bedrooms and a home theater. Imagine, I thought, how good a movie must be in a theater in your own home. Imagine the parties with friends. Imagine movie nights where you force your kids to watch Back to the Future for the first time in a close approximation to the space where you saw it. Playing an old cartoon and a few YouTube’d trailers from the 80s. A little popcorn machine in the corner. Speakers that are way too loud. The dream.

I’ve realized recently, however, how silly the longing for a home theater is for me specifically. I don’t like watching sports at home. I need the atmosphere of screaming people either in the arena itself or in a bar. I need the game to be live. I need to be out among strangers or friends. I feel the same way about movies. I need other people with me, laughing, crying, gasping, clapping. 

Read the rest here.

[caelwynn]

Caelwynn's Mod List for Stardew 1.6 - Gameplay/Quality of Life (pg 3)

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Useable Community Center — allows you to make use of the appliances at the community center after its completion.

Activate Sprinklers — lets you activate sprinklers by right-clicking them.

Adjust Baby Chances — allows you to adjust the percentage chance your spouse(s) will ask for a baby.

Better Quarry Redux — improves the spawn rate of geodes, ore, and gems in the quarry.

Better Winter Star Gifts — reduces the number of 'dud' gifts at the Feast.

Farmers Market — turns the grange displays at the Stardew Valley Fair into a little farmers market.

Happy Home Designer — overhauls the catalogs and integrates Alternative Texture packs.

Heart Event Helper — shows how dialogue options impact friendship.

It's My Farm I'll Pass Out If I Want To — if you pass out on your farm, you no longer get hauled off to Harvey's. Allows you to configure consequences for passing out at home.

Last Day to Plant — puts up a little message on the last day you can plant something and still be able to harvest it.

Marnie's Auto-Petters — allows you to purchase auto-petters from Marnie.

Mobile Phone Continued — adds in a mobile phone that allows you to call NPCs/allow them to call you. Also lets you re-watch previous heart events.

Mobile Arcade Continued — adds the arcade games Prairie King and Junimo Kart to your phone.

Mobile Phone Themes — adds different background and one skin for your phone.

Mobile Television Continued — allows you to watch today's tv from your phone.

Precise Furniture — lets you adjust furniture pixel by pixel.

Reset Terrain Features — useful for if you add in a new map mid-save.

Smart Building — a more sims-style UI for placing fences, floors, furnaces, etc.

Stack Everything Redux — allows you to stack things that aren't normally stackable, such as furniture, tackles, and wallpaper.

The Return of Immersive Scarecrows — allows you to place scarecrows in and amongst your crops without taking up a tile.

The Return of Immersive Sprinklers — same as above, just with sprinklers.

Tree Spread — prevents trees from spreading on your farm.

World Maps Everywhere — allows you to access all of the world maps from the map window instead of just the current area.

CJB Item Spawner — allows you to spawn any item in the game. Useful for cheating for respawning an item that bugged.

Event Music Volume — allows you to set different volume levels for the music between heart events and regular gameplay. Never again miss out on hearing a concert cutscene because you had turned the music down for your own soundtrack.

The Masterpost for all of the mods is located here.

[gloomyclauds]

I changed my Meadowlands Farm plan, and hopefully this time, it's final 😅 You can see how the old plan looked like here.

Here's the thing about planning: You can make the prettiest farm, and everything might look right, but it's only after you play in it that you actually see if things are working right. I can't have something that just looks good in my eyes, it needs to be functional, otherwise I just stop playing. Then again, I haven't done this in my actual save, so there could still be some things that still need to be changed for the sake of my sanity, but let's hope this is it.

Keep reading for my explanation of the changes, and the mod list ⬇️

I encountered 5 main problems with my original design:

Furnaces (too far away from crafting area);

Tree Farm with hidden mushroom logs (too many different trees close to each other, means worse mushroom outcomes);

Junimo Area (cute but useless);

Artisan Machines outside (it's more practical to have them inside, next to the Deluxe Grabber);

Bee Houses are better at Ginger Island.

ALSO, I completely forgot about the desert obelisk. So yeah, the first plan had a lot of issues...

The mod list as changed as well. It's a lot longer now (literally), I wanted to make the text "Indented" (make the space between each paragraph smaller), but tumblr wouldn't let me 😩

Vibrant Pastoral Recolor + 1.6 Fix

Clover Grass

Elle's Cuter Barn Animals

Elle's Cuter Cats

Elle's Cuter Coop Animals

Elle's Cuter Horses

Elle's Seasonal Buildings

Elle's Town Buildings

Pet Bowl Recolor

Seasonal Tub o Flowers

Simple Foliage

Simple Resources

Cozy Hut House

Better Water

Terracotta Garden Pots

DaisyNiko's Earthy Interface

Turn Sprinklers Into Mushrooms

Gwen's Paths (Crystal Floor and Path disabled)

Vanilla Tweaks (all editions)

Content Patcher

1oxnes and Talkohlooeys' Seasonal Portraits

Ran's Prettier Witch

Seasonal Cute Characters

Better Signs

Dynamic Reflections

Spouses React To Death

Better Critters

Custom Critters

Cranber's Fireflies

Fall 28 Snow Day

Generic Mod Config Menu + Earthy Recolor

Portraiture

UI Info Suite 2

Vintage Reshade Vibrant Preset (not used in this post)

To make this plan:

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[pom-seedss]

I am always terrified when I see an elderly person, who can barely stand swaying in the breeze, get behind the wheel of a modern pick up truck.

Like I watched this old man who couldn't even get in to the truck on his own get helped by a stranger into the vehicle and he just drove away in his 5,000-8,000 metal monstrosity.

And while I think no one should handle a machine that big without a more intense license I wasn't sure if this old man was even fit to drive a smaller car let alone one of these modern death machines.

But without a personal vehicle, I'm almost certain this guy wouldn't have been able to get around town at all. Because he was so shakey, because the bus schedules suck so bad, because they are often over crowded, because they take long circuitous routes. And no one deserves to be alienated and isolated just because they aren't able to navigate public transit (as it is now).

So I get people railing against the loss of independence that comes with removing personal vehicles from their lives. I get why the elderly even when they know they are impaired drivers will fight tooth and nail to keep their licenses, especially if they hadn't been disabled before they became elderly so have to deal with that change in status and ability. Like I emotionally understand where it comes from.

I still hate it when I come across scenes like that, because I know how dangerous it is to drive when you are not in fact able to do so (hi, it me, I was forced to drive long after it became unsafe for me to do so until I put my fucking foot down about it and decided to only drive in absolute emergencies). But I used to like, hate the individual drivers and I just can't anymore. Because it's a symptom of our car culture and our failures as a society to take care of each other.

It's a symptom of the wider problem of public transit being inadequate and often inaccessible. It is a symptom of our wider ableist society that says we all need to do things on our own instead of getting help from one another when we need it. It's a symptom of underfunding social services.

As far as powering public transport itself... which would still be an issue...I don't know the technical specifics well enough to figure out which of our current options is more energy efficient overall from minerals in the ground to rolling on the roads to be honest (though, both don't offer the long term solutions we need and they come at a real human and environmental cost of extraction)... but I will say that it doesn't matter how energy efficient we get if we just offset it with producing more and building things that need more energy to run, such as larger heavier cars that require more power even if the engine is more energy efficient.

It's so frustrating to me that people see electric automobiles as a green technology. They are anything but.

[house-of-mirrors]

Thinking about the city in silver and realized I've been sleeping on the creditor. Girls don't want echo girls want to be judged by an ancient power of the earth 👀

Broke: the PC chooses to replace furnace as the spouse because they have a romantic interest in her

Woke: the PC chooses to replace furnace as the spouse because they have a romantic interest in the creditor

[capriclonus]

hiiiii! I just binged your DJ Shadowheart fic and I don’t fucking know how to use tumblr but that is the best fic I’ve read in a WHILE, literally was near tears reading it like it was just so fucking good. I stayed up too late reading it and my spouse woke up and caught me🤣… so I went to sleep at 1am and then woke back up at 6am to finish it. I’m planning my next reread already. And saw your posts on here about Princess/guard fic or witch Shadowheart fic with shae’zel and just wanted to say I cannot wait to consume those too and just—fuck I’m not gonna be able to stop thinking about your writing all day. So thank you!

(am I supposed to actually ask a question on these things? if so: how are you doing this fine Saturday?)

This is incredibly fucking sweet, thank you so much. I stayed up too many late nights writing it, too, ha! I'm glad your spouse managed to rip you away from it to get a decent night's sleep (but also equally glad that my story compelled you to stay up in the first place!!!)

It has been so damn exciting how many people have loved this work. It really was a massive passion project of mine and I put a lot of myself into it, and it's been really really rewarding seeing how it paid off. I am honestly so flattered you came to tumblr to tell me just how much you enjoyed it---I've just seen you've left a comment on the fic itself, too, and I'm beaming ear to ear right now!

The princess Shadowheart/personal guard Lae'zel fic will take a while, but I do hope people enjoy it! I'm not sure anything will top 'Give It Up For DJ Shadowheart' purely because I put so much soul into it, but I do just hope I can continue to make people smile.

YOU ARE SO WELCOME and THANK YOU so much for leaving me this ask, it has fuelled my little writing furnace and inspired me to write right now! Took a day off yesterday but you've made me very excited.

(And no you don't have to ask anything, but I am having a very good Saturday, thank you! I hope you are too <3)

[blouisparadise]

There are so many amazing bottom Louis fics that were posted or completed during the month of December. We’re entering a new year feeling incredibly grateful for the amazing fics we got in 2022, and excited for the many we’ll get in 2023! Happy reading!

1) Far From Reality | Explicit | 1138 words

Note: The main pairing is Louis/Henry Cavill.

Henry and Melissa looked like the perfect couple. Nothing could be further from the truth.

2) Honeymooning In Italy  | Not Rated | 2386 words

Honeymoon sex.

3) Poisonous Ivy | Explicit | 3241 words

Louis is a starving man.

He craves many things in his life. Mainly of those things that he is hungry for are things that had been deprived off of him.

4) Flame Colored Paradise | Explicit | 3282 words

Note: The main pairing is Louis/Mads Mikkelsen.

A side smirk widened Mads’ lips. He looked like a sight straight from heaven in his dark three-piece suit, hair in perfect place, a relaxed look on his face, as if he hasn’t had a hard-on for the last half an hour. Louis loved how Mads was always perfectly composed, never a single strand of hair out of place. He could have his whole cock buried in Louis, with the boy falling to pieces in front of him, but not a single drop of sweat would dampen his face.

5) Alpha Heater For Sale | Ten & Up | 3626 words

He passed by the bulletin board in the hallway, as usual, flyers about open mics, dorm events, and the like. This time though, he stopped when a flyer caught his eye. The words “alpha” and “heat” calling out to him.

Louis tilted his head at the flyer curiously.

It read: Alpha heater for sale! Winter weather got you down? Call Harry for your warm, furnace-like needs!

6) Unspoken | Explicit | 5175 words

Harry and Louis broke up when they were nineteen. They see each other after six years.

7) You're The (Devil In Disguise) | Explicit | 5179 words

Louis is, in appearances, the perfect omega. Small, graceful, docile, polite and very sweet. At least, until the rebellious side of him comes out, which sends alphas running away.

8) Little Minx | Mature | 5514 words

Harry’s new flatmate Louis seems to have a growing problem…literally.

9) Down Comes The Night | Explicit | 5974 words

Note: The main pairing is Louis/Pedro Pascal.

A love story set in the 18th century. Pedro is a painter, commissioned to create a wedding portrait of Louis, a young man who has just left the convent. Louis is a reluctant spouse to be and Pedro must paint him without his knowledge.

10) Our Stained Skin | Explicit | 6019 words

When Louis' 8-year-old daughter shows up with a tattoo on her arm Louis needs to get to the bottom of it. That may or may not involve him tailing someone. But at least he has a good reason for it. Sort of.

11)  Forever Is Composed Of Nows  | Not Rated | 6598 words

There was one time of the year that Louis loved more than any other. It came on the heels of autumn, slowly at first in frosted blades of grass and misty mornings and then swept over the countryside in sheets of freshly fallen snow glinting in the sunlight. With its arrival came the glow of multi-colored strings of lights strung from the eaves of every home and a magic in the air that filled the lungs of awe-inspired pups craning their necks to take in the festive displays.

Harry and Louis spend Christmas Day together.

12) Can We Please Get Back to Fucking? | Explicit | 8370 words

Harry and Louis have had a toxic back-and-forth relationship since they hate fucked at freshman orientation. Now in their senior year, they’ve lost count of how many times they’ve broken up and gotten back together. This is a smutty one-shot from when Louis makes Harry jealous at a club. Harry takes back what is his, and they fuck in the bathroom.

13) Singer And Photographer | Not Rated | 15361 words

Harry Styles: singer, songwriter, alpha

Louis Tomlinson: photographer, omega

What if you get invited by one of your best friends to join him and his band on tour?

What if you are photographing the tour?

What if you're slowly falling in love with a special alpha?

14) Here Where You Should Be | General Audiances  | 19497 words

When Harry, an anxious alpha, found himself panicking over last minute Christmas shopping, he found comfort in the kind omega shop assistant, Louis. He wasn't meant to invite the omega home for Christmas when he found out that he's spending Christmas alone. He wasn't meant to catch feelings. Hell, he wasn't even meant to be able to go home for the holiday. It was shaping up to be a Christmas full of surprises.

15) Under The Rain Or Under The Snow | Explicit | 20667 words

“I don’t think I understood.” He shakes his head and closes his eyes, as if distancing himself from the situation. “Harry? What the fuck are you doing here?”

“Your mum invited me, also, how could I say no to her superb roast potatoes?”

16) 12 Days of Courting | Explicit | 22709 words

They're friends with benefits and Louis' heat is scheduled for Christmas.

17) The Evenness I Fake | Explicit | 26385 words

Harry doesn’t do relationships. He has a perfectly enjoyable friends-with-benefits agreement with a perfectly lovely omega, and he doesn’t see the need to change that anytime soon. The small fact that Louis giving his attention to another alpha makes Harry want to put his head through a wall isn’t nearly as much of an issue as everyone’s making it out to be.

18) Something Along The Lines Of ��An Office Love Story At Christmas’ | Explicit | 43148 words

Harry hadn't planned on seeing Louis again, not after that night. When he finds out his only competition for a very desired promotion is Louis, he spirals into a mess of trying to be a better coworker and person right before Christmas in hopes that he can outdo Louis' effortless effect on his office. If he manages to get his head out of his ass along the way, it’ll be a holiday miracle.

19) All I want For Christmas Is You | Not Rated | 43253 words

Christmas AU in which a soft alpha with gorgeous green eyes and an even prettier smile moves into Louis' apartment complex and turns the omega's world upside down during his most favourite time of the year - featuring christmas decorating, christmas markets, cookies in the making, and copious amounts of mulled wine (and kisses).

20) Your Gift is Wasted On Me | Not Rated | 54472 words

“He had a partner for a long time, and he says that he was too dependent. He doesn’t want an alpha, at least not right now. But he’s got a pretty severe case of touch deprivation. So it’s … not great.”

“Is there anything …”

“He doesn’t like to be touched. There was an incident a few weeks ago and he just … he can’t bear human touch.”

21) Now I'm Begging for Footnotes In The Story of Your Life | Explicit | 80742 words

Harry and Louis are engaged, but a few months before the wedding Louis realises that they don't like each other, so instead of ending the engagement two of them go head-to-head in an all out prank war.

In the battle of who will end the engagement first.

22) You Sunshine, You Temptress | Explicit | 88148 words

A story about a forbidden love 

& secrets that come to light.

Eyes as green as the forest And eyes as blue as the lake When they met a love began

Stronger than the tide And wilder than a river Fearless Despite the ban

Fairy and wolf Together one

23) My Kind Of Love | Explicit | 108178 words

Harry marries Louis for one year. Louis has no choice other than marry Harry fucking styles. There is a reason behind Harry’s sudden marriage with Louis and Louis has no idea about that. Maybe Harry married Louis for revenge.

Check out our other fic rec lists by category here and by title here.

You can find other monthly roundup fic rec lists here.

[saunne]

You know what babe? M gon ask u about yingheng now cause they 💯💯 need the spotlight as well and i WANT the world to know how crazy u are about them. Go fuck shit up dear spouse

*looks at inbox* *looks at ask* *looks at date*

WELL GUESS WHO FORGOR TO ANSWER. I did the XingRen one here but I guess ADHDon't then got in the way and since I open my inbox like, once every three month I just. Forgor. We're kinning Acheron in this house baby.

So. Heart is big cause So Many Thoughts but I think indicating that it could have taken off like a rocket from the top right corner towards distant horizons was also a possibility.

So, YingHeng. YingHeng as "HCQ Era Furnace Master Yingxing" and "Dan Heng of the Astral Express" (and for once it's fixated dynamic). It is a rareship and even more, it is a crackship cause there is absolutely no way for them to ever fucking meet in canon.

Doesn't mean I won't try tho.

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It doesn't make any sense because they do not belong to the same timeline at all (700 years apart more or less) and because the only way for them to meet (and do more than that) would actually break the space-time continuum OR involve some really strange and fucked up revival/reincarnation with the existing possibility of destroying/replacing Blade in the worst case scenario process.

BUT AEONS IT DOES COMPEL ME SO MUCH and you would know cause I shoved at least 4 WIPs about them right in your face lmao.

I like this ship because it compels me and scratches a itch in a way that classic RenHeng never really managed to do except for certain fics.

I will admit that I sometimes have troubles with the RenHeng ship and the way their dynamic can be/is portrayed despite loving the ship. RenHeng has a common past involving Yingxing and Dan Feng their past-self/incarnations (whether one agrees or not with the theory/system of thought that DH = DF for that matter) and their ship is based on acceptance/rejection/reflection around this common past, the idea of responsibility and above all an idea of healing of trauma (for BOTH OF THEM).

The main thing is that RenHeng often involves violence (canonical and/or added one) and more or less toxic relationship tropes that I don't always have the desire or energy to deal with, even if the writing of the fic is of exceptional quality (I have a lot of RenHeng fics like that in the waiting list fir when I'm in the mood for it tho) . Sometimes I just want something that's still as emotionally charged but a lot simpler and that's where YingHeng came in.

The biggest problem for YingHeng is to "bring" Yingxing back into the picture and there are several solutions for that :

time travel (him coming or Dan Heng going)

dimensional travel (Curios are very practical for this kind of stupid plot)

Yingxing's memory having survived in one way or another (in an object, in Dan Heng's memories inherited from Dan Feng, sealed outside or inside of Blade)

Alternate Universe (it's easier to make him appear in a modern AU settings than in sorta-canon HSR settings lmao)

I like the third option the best, because it allows me to be able to keep Blade in the picture if I want (whether to do a YingHengRen or just an opposition/comparison study between Yingxing and Blade) or not ( by "killing" Blade by retransforming him/rewinding him back to Yingxing).

My two mains thoughts paths about YingHeng are “longing for something you never had” and “mourning for something you never thought you would have to mourn”.

"Longing for something you never had" is mostly Dan Heng centered. I like to start from the idea that Dan Feng's surviving memories can be a curse because they blur the separation line between their respective identities, but that it can also be a blessing. I like the idea that fuzzy and imprecise surviving memories of XingYue's passionate love could have been one of Dan Heng's greatest comforts during his imprisonment in the Shackling Prison. I like the idea that Dan Heng fell in love with the idea of Yingxing or at least fell in love with the idea of Love and Being Loved because of these memories of Yingxing.

All of this while being intimately aware that they were never intended for him.

I like the idea of Dan Heng longing for something that doesn't belong to him. Of being unable to let go of this feeling of "wanting/desiring/missing" Yingxing's love he felt in Dan Feng's memories despite wanting to separate as much as possible from Dan Feng and the burden of his unintended inheritance. Which can lead to a feeling of shame/embarrassment due to being sorta "voyeuristic" and yet attracted to it. Or on the contrary, a sort of defiance with a "these memories have been imposed on me against my consent so I don't have to feel guilty about anything, let alone my feelings about them".

For Yingxing, it was the idea of how he would deal with grief that interested me. Firstly the mourning of his life/friends (and what they became) if it's a time/dimensional travel scenario. Secondly, if his memory is forced back into Blade's body or stuffed in a newly created body to "re-alive him", the mourning of his past death and having to continue / start living again (whether or not he is immortal after said resurrection). If Blade remains alive it adds yet another level of mourning/philosophical reflection on identity, on what makes someone unique and all the tropes around "what would you ask/would say to your past/future self if given the opportunity". I like the idea of exploring the grievance of the one who died/should have died first ending up mourning the one who should have lived/who was supposed to live.

I like the idea of how Yingxing and Blade might treat differently the whole "is Dan Heng = Dan Feng ?" and "does Dan Heng has to pay for Dan Feng's mistakes/errors/crimes ?". I like the idea of Yingxing being "excuse me I was married to/in love with Dan Feng and I can tell you that Dan Heng is definitely not him" compared to Jingliu and Blade's "Dan Heng is Dan Feng" motto. I like the idea of exploring the theme of the difference between Dan Heng and Dan Feng through Yingxing's eyes rather than Blade's.

I like the idea of Yingxing bringing emotional and identity stability to Dan Heng by falling in love with Dan Heng not for his similarities with Dan Feng but for his differences with him. Because Dan Feng was irreplaceable and nothing could take his place in Yingxing's heart, especially not what would appear as a poor copy of his former lover. I want Dan Heng to feel comfortable asking Yingxing about Dan Feng, because Yingxing never compared them as a before/after or past/present but always kept talking about Dan Feng as if he was Dan Heng's deceased brother or distant relative.

Also, I'm sorry but I find Yingxing more aesthetically pleasing to the eyes than Blade, even more when you put him in the Artisanship Commission uniform and next to short-haired no Vidyadhara features 4-Stars Dan Heng. Also, Yingxing should have wrinkles like crow feets and smile lines. And not completely white hair, but more like a salt and pepper hair with mostly grey/white hair but some surviving black hair.

I think they should hold hands and cuddle in the Archives Room while Dan Heng updates Yingxing on what happened while he was dead and asks him about crafting and Zhuming to add to the Express Database.

*gestures* I'm nowhere near the term "sanity" when it comes to them.