#Join Us

[soupmath426]

everything's connected

[ur-gay-shark-dad]

join us join us join us join us join us join us join us join us join us join us join us join us join us join us join us join us join us join us join us join us

[justaphantomhuman]

inspired from EI shenanigans and specifically @bibliophilea

(in case you can't read the text here it is: the "average ghost gains 3 special powers each year” factoid actually just statistical error. an average ghost gains 0 powers per year. Phantom Georg, who lives in Amity & gains over 10,000 powers each day, is an outlier adn should not have been counted) (it is in the image id but still!!)

[skill7spark04]

On; The Legend Vanripper

Ladys, Gentlemen, and the Mentally insane, Vanripper has DONE IT AGAIN! out of NOWHERE went from ghosting the internet to posting a game about Ghost Yuri, mechanic girls, and a death toll that makes Helltaker seem sane for going to hell to make a harem. I am spreading awareness as best as I can, cause THIS SHIT, is GAS. and FREE. the soundtrack is as addictive as the original! and the CHARACTERS. I can't wait for it to explode with comics and art. Just LOOK AT THIS:

Peak media, don't you agree? SO SPREAD AWARENESS! SPREAD YOUR ART AND YOUR WRITINGS! I'll be waiting for the fanfiction.

[josefiendelphine]

🎉 Exciting New Collaboration! 🎉

I’ve teamed up with the amazing @mooberriie to bring you something truly special—The After Ever After Legacy Challenge! 🌹✨ This challenge dives deep into what happens after "happily ever after." Each generation takes a classic fairytale trope and turns it upside down, filled with family drama, rivalry, and unexpected twists. 🌪️👑

Starting from the Fallen Royal to the Cursed Healer, you'll guide your Sims through six intense generations, each one facing the messy reality that fairytales often hide. From losing wealth and status, to breaking family curses, this challenge will test your Sims’ strength, their hearts, and their family bonds. 💔⚡

The rules are simple:

No money cheats (except for setting the scene).

Focus on storytelling—embrace the drama, conflicts, and messy love lives.

Complete each generation’s career, aspirations, and unique goals to move forward. 🏆

📖 Expect betrayals, forbidden love, sibling rivalries, curses, and much more as your Sims fight for their version of "happily ever after." Will your legacy rise to power or fall into chaos? 🤯💼

🔗 Having trouble reading on this platform? Check out the full challenge details here: Full Challenge Info 💻

🌟 We’d love to see your stories! Share your Sims’ journey with us using #AfterEverAfterLegacyChallenge so we can follow along and check out your legacy challenge progress! 💬📸

I worked on the visuals while @mooberriie brought this thrilling challenge to life! 🌟 Ready to start your fairy tale with a twist? Happy simming! 🎮🌟

@ts4challengehub

[rtbyg]

just dropping this here thank you i’ll be back

[aaronazizsasilver5]

Join da gold army, join us, gold is best, gold is u, gold is lyf, embrace da gold, embrace ya gold bruhz, we are GOLD BROTHERZ! @goldengod-ares10 and me in pic

message @brodygold @hades-golden19 and me 4 ur golden brocession bruhz

[googleitlol]

Me seeing all the new fans Black Myth Wukong is bringing to the monkey harem

[corrieweek]

💕Hello hello!

🌟 the votes are in and the daily prompts have been selected, the list will be reposted periodically and an “offical” list with be posted closer to CorrieWeek!

Day 1

SFW - Eldritch ♥️ NSFW - Orgy/Group Sex

Day 2

SFW - “There’s Not a Tooka” ♥️ NSFW - Free Use

Day 3

SFW - “You Shouldn’t Be Here” ♥️ NSFW - Inappropriate Use of Binders

Day 4

SFW - Accidental Child Acquisition ♥️ NSFW - Shiny’s First Time

Day 5

SFW - Fix-It ♥️ NSFW - Cockwarming

Day 6

SFW - Force Sensitive Clones ♥️ NSFW - Testing New Equipment

We’re so excited to see what you’ll create for CorrieWeek! If you have any questions please don’t be afraid to send in an ask here or check the introductory post!💕

[walidgoldpreppy]

Welcome WalidGold

Walter Jenkins, a square-faced man in his thirties with a layered red haircut, stood in front of his office mirror, meticulously adjusting his gold tie knot. He wore a crisp suit, black with gold accents here and there—a nod to his role as manager of the famous sports team, the Golden Team.

Each member of the team wore their Gold uniforms, a symbol of their success and unity, and Walter, always dapper, found subtle ways to incorporate the color into his own outfit. Today, it was his tie clip, watch, and belt buckle that sparkled in the dim office light.

On the mahogany desk sat a small bottle, with Arabic writing etched into the glass. It was a gift from a friend, @arab-god.

Why not try it, he thought, with a wry smile. Without further hesitation, he uncorked the bottle and swallowed the liquid in one gulp. At first, he didn't feel anything out of the ordinary.

But a few moments later, a wave of heat invaded his body. His red beard, although well-groomed, began to gradually darken, turning a deep brown. The heat spread, making his skin browner and browner, as if every cell of his being was burning with energy. His muscles swelled, his body became wider, more imposing, as if every fiber of his flesh was being reforged under the effect of the drink.

Walter staggered slightly, his hands gripping the desk to keep his balance. He felt his mind grow numb, his head became lighter, as if his intelligence was slowly fading to make way for something more primal.

His Gold tie strained against his pecs, which were developing visibly. Each breath was heavier, slower, as the heat reached his lower abdomen, triggering an even more radical transformation.

He placed a hand on his chest, watching in amazement as his red hair turned black, taking on a more neat, almost slicked-back look. His eyes, previously a bright blue, became dark, almost black, as a voice echoed in his head, murmuring words in Arabic.

Walter didn't understand a thing, but he knew, deep down, that something had changed. He repeated these words mentally, without understanding their meaning. Suddenly, everything became clear: he had surrendered to something greater. He submitted to the force of this transformation, feeling a new power invade his mind and body. *Allah*... A clear, precise word, invaded his mind.

He felt stronger, more confident, and above all... more dominant. He straightened up, becoming aware of his new body. His skin was tanned, his features harder, his gaze, now dark brown, more piercing. He ran a hand over his beard, which had grown thick and black. Now he was Walter, but also something more. He felt more masculine, more imposing. Every gesture, every movement gave off an aura of power and control.

Standing in his office, Walter or whatever he had become stared into space. His right hand played absently with his tie as his mind sank into a thick, confused haze. Fuzzy memories came to mind, but none of them seemed to belong to the life he had led so far.

Images of his childhood in a small American town, his rising career in sports management, all of it gradually dissipated, like a dream that evaporates in the morning. In their place, a new reality imposed itself, more powerful, more vivid. He was no longer Walter.

Perhaps he had never been. *Walid*, that was who he was. The name echoed in his mind, filling every corner of his being.

Memories of a sunny childhood in a faraway land, in the heart of palm-lined alleys and bustling markets, imposed themselves on him. His parents, pious and respected, had taught him the values ​​of religion from a young age. Every morning, he rose for prayer at dawn, his eyes still sleepy, but his heart filled with faith. Walter's mind was slowly burning, absorbed by these new memories. He was no longer the man he believed himself to be. *Walid*, the son of a prosperous merchant, had grown up learning to dominate his environment, to impose his will with charisma and authority.

Very young, he had developed a natural talent for business, a keen sense of commerce and negotiation. Everything in his life had converged towards an unstoppable rise. Within a few years, he had become an influential businessman, respected throughout the country.

Every morning, Walid put on his suit and tie, a symbol of his success and power.

His unwavering faith had been his guide throughout this journey. He prayed fervently, guided by the love of Allah, and strove to spread the good word wherever he went. His success was not only the fruit of his hard work, but also of his deep devotion to his Creator.

It was Allah who had given him this strength, this natural dominance over other men. Every day, dressed in his impeccable suit, Walid stood as a manager, but also as a guide, a model of masculinity. With his ties and elegant suits, he embodied success, faith, and power. Under his leadership, the team was no longer simply a sports team, but a unified force, driven by a deeper conviction.

Adjusting his tie, he contemplated his reflection in the mirror. His tanned skin, his impeccably groomed black hair, his perfectly trimmed dark beard... Everything about him exuded a natural authority. Walid stood there, towering and powerful, ready to spread the good word through his success in business and sports. There was no more doubt, no more hesitation. Walter Jenkins was a distant memory. Now, he was *WalidGold*.

[tmbgareok]

Flood celebrates its 35th birthday this Wednesday. Tell your friends!

[modmad]

mod i haven’t even realized it’s been six weeks. i got into great god grove in the middle of december and blacked out and now i’m trapped here forever

trapped implies that we would ever want to leave

[massivespacewren]

Do you love Bucky/Tony? Do you love HT’s beautiful art? Would you like to see it moving? This is your chance! On @marveltrumpshate, we are bidding on coloured sketches by HT, and then on KandiSheek who will animate the artwork. So the end result will be a beautiful little animation! There is no minimum donation, and since it is a charity auction, all money goes to a good cause. Join the Podbid Beach 2024 server directly (https://discord.gg/sh82wGfNUh) or contact MassiveSpaceWren to join the group! massivespacewren@gmail.com or on discord as massivespacewren Our prompt is: Tony is sitting alone in his workshop, hurt from a fight and tired. DUM-E rolls over with an ice pack, handing it to Tony and bopping his arm, concerned. Tony pats him. (Mood bittersweet and a bit lonely)

A while later (time skip shown with different hair? different half worn armor? or so?), Tony is in the workshop again, hurt. This time, Bucky comes over with an ice pack, taking care of Tony, and sits cuddling close to him, also giving emotional support and some affection (A kiss? A nuzzle?

Fingers intertwining?). DUM-E still rolls over to check on Tony, so now Tony is all being taken care of.

[brodygold]

The GA Club

Inspired by the recent works of Cap @hypnogold

Daniel and Eric were excited as they pulled up to the newly opened GA Club. They had snagged half-off tickets online and figured it would be fun to check out the country club that everyone in town had been buzzing about. Neither of them was particularly sporty. They usually preferred basketball or chilling at home together or with their girlfriends, and that showed in their outfits:a white tank top and athletic shorts on each. But the allure of the exclusive Golden Army club was too tempting to pass up.

The entrance was grand, flanked by pristine hedges and gold-accented gates. Inside, the lush grounds stretched out with tennis courts, a swimming pool, and a modern clubhouse gleaming in the sunlight. As they wandered, they spotted a figure waving at them from one of the tennis courts. It was a young man with a confident stride, wearing a shiny gold suit and matching tie. His smile was warm and inviting.

“Hey, you two must be new here,” he called out. “I’m Brody. How about I give you a quick tour of the place?”

Daniel and Eric exchanged a glance. They hadn’t planned on getting a guided tour. They were more thinking of grabbing some good and drinks, walking around a bit and then leaving. But something about Brody’s enthusiasm was hard to resist.

“Sure, why not?” Daniel said.

Brody led them along the beautifully manicured pathways, pointing out the highlights of the club. “Over there is the swimming pool, great for relaxing after a match. And this,” he gestured toward an expansive field, “is where we host our annual Golden Army tournaments. Members come from all over to compete.”

As they strolled past the clubhouse, Brody explained its amenities. “Inside, you’ll find the lounge, a top-tier restaurant, and even a gym. It’s where the heart of the GA Club’s community beats strongest. But the real magic happens on the courts.” He stopped and turned to face them with an inviting grin. “Speaking of which, how about I show you how to play tennis? It’s a favorite around here.”

Daniel and Eric hesitated briefly. Tennis wasn’t exactly their thing. Heck, they'd never even played it before. Brody’s infectious energy made it hard to say no, though. It was almost hypnotic.

“Sure, why not? Let’s give it a shot,” Eric said.

Brody led them to the court, handing each of them a tennis racket. As they began the game, Brody explained the basics with patience and charm, his movements fluid and precise.

At first, their strokes were clumsy, and they laughed at their missed shots. But as the game progressed, strange things began to happen. Daniel’s tank top seemed to cling and ripple, the fabric subtly shifting until it gleamed with a golden sheen. He never noticed as it reformed into a fitted golden polo shirt, complete with a crisp collar. Similarly, his basketball shorts began to tighten and smooth out, the material changing into neatly pressed khaki shorts. Eric’s clothes followed suit, his tank top morphing into a matching gold polo and his shorts transforming into khakis that fit him perfectly.

Their bodies underwent changes as well. Daniel’s shoulders squared, and his posture straightened as if he had been taught perfect form all his life. His slightly scruffy appearance became cleaner, his hair lightening to a bright, sun-kissed blonde and neatly styled without him even realizing it. Eric’s physique became leaner yet more defined, his muscles subtly highlighted by the tailored fit of his new outfit. His hair also turned blonde, shining in the sunlight as though it had always been that way. Both of them gained noticeable muscle definition in their legs, their calves and thighs becoming toned and powerful with each movement on the court.

Mentally, subtle shifts began to take root. As Brody guided them through techniques, Daniel found himself nodding with understanding as though he’d always been familiar with tennis terminology. Eric’s usual jokes gave way to comments about technique and strategy, his voice tinged with a preppy enthusiasm that felt entirely natural.

“Great form, Daniel,” Brody praised. “And Eric, you’re a natural. You’d both make excellent additions to the GA Club family.”

Daniel grinned, adjusting the collar of his shirt without a second thought. “Thanks, Brody. It’s been a while since we’ve played, but this feels so natural.”

“Absolutely,” Eric agreed, brushing some imaginary dust off his khakis. “This is what we’ve always been about, right, Dan?”

“Of course,” Daniel replied, without hesitation, as if he’d always been a preppy tennis enthusiast.

Brody’s smile widened. “The GA Club is more than just a country club. We’re a community, a team. We’re always looking for new members to join us, to support the Captains and help uphold the Golden Army’s values of excellence and unity. You two embody what we’re all about.”

As the game continued, their transformation deepened. Daniel’s casual, laid-back demeanor had been replaced by a quiet confidence and a natural inclination to discuss club traditions and etiquette. Eric’s carefree attitude was gone, replaced by a focus on precision and the importance of teamwork. Their thoughts aligned with the values of the GA Club, memories subtly rewriting themselves to fit their new personas. They couldn’t recall a time when they hadn’t been members of an exclusive, polished world.

Brody glanced at the clubhouse in the distance. “Why don’t we head inside? I’ll show you the lounge and introduce you to some of the other members. You’ll love it here.”

As they walked toward the building, Daniel couldn’t help but admire the perfectly manicured lawns and the subtle golden accents on everything from the benches to the water fountains. It all felt so familiar, as though they’d been part of this world forever. Inside the clubhouse, the atmosphere was equally pristine. The walls were adorned with photos of past members, all smiling and dressed in the signature gold polos and khakis. A large chandelier hung from the ceiling, casting a warm glow over the room.

“Welcome to the heart of the GA Club,” Brody announced, gesturing to the luxurious lounge. Members were seated in groups, chatting over drinks or engaging in games of chess and cards. A few turned to wave at Daniel and Eric, their smiles just as warm as Brody’s.

“This place is incredible,” Eric said, his voice tinged with awe.

“It really is,” Daniel agreed. “I can’t believe we didn’t come here sooner.”

Brody chuckled. “Well, you’re here now, and that’s what matters. Let me introduce you to Captain Richard. He’s always looking to meet dedicated members like you two.”

They followed Brody to a corner of the lounge where a tall man stood, exuding an air of authority. He was dressed similarly to Brody, but with a gold vest in place of a suit jacket. He greeted them with a firm handshake and an approving smile.

“Daniel, Eric, welcome to the GA Club,” Richard said. “Brody speaks highly of you already, and I can see why. You both look like you belong here.”

“Thank you, sir,” Daniel said, feeling a swell of pride.

Eric nodded. “We’re excited to be part of this.”

Richard’s gaze lingered on them for a moment before he nodded. “I have a feeling you’ll do great things here. Make yourselves at home. We’re more than a club; we’re a family.”

As the evening went on, Daniel and Eric found themselves mingling with other members, easily slipping into conversations about tennis techniques, club traditions, and plans for upcoming events. Their transition into this polished, golden world felt seamless.

After some time, the two found themselves back on the tennis court, practicing volleys under the evening lights. As they played, they noticed each other in a new way. Daniel couldn’t help but admire the way Eric moved, his precise swings and the way the golden polo perfectly accentuated his lean frame. Eric, in turn, felt a strange warmth every time Daniel smiled or called out encouragement. There was something magnetic about seeing each other in this new light—confident, polished, and undeniably preppy.

“You’ve gotten quite good at this,” Daniel said, his voice softening as he walked closer to Eric after a particularly impressive shot.

Eric laughed, a bit nervously. “Thanks. You’ve been performing well too. I… I think I like this version of us.”

Daniel tilted his head, his smile widening. “Yeah? Me too."

There was a pause, the kind that hung heavy with unspoken feelings. Then, almost simultaneously, they leaned in. The kiss was gentle at first, but it quickly deepened, filled with the excitement and newness of their shared realization.

When they finally pulled back, Eric’s cheeks were flushed, but he was grinning. “So… another round?”

Daniel chuckled, picking up his racket. “Absolutely. Let’s see who’s the real preppy tennis champ.”

"And the winner gets to top."

[rosesrstatic]

Hey you! Yes you, do you like inkmare? Well you're in luck!

Me and my good friend @denieatsart own a server just for this!

In this fun server, as the community grows i plan to intergrate fun weekly games, movie nights, and rps!

As this server is still in production every day, some channels arent there! But if you would like to join and share your love for inkmare, i plan on having a suggestion channel just for yall!

(If you were in the old old server and recognize this... yes its the same thing and yes its happened three times due to complications! But everyone is still welcome at all times!!!)