#Mod girls on a bench

[aiiaiiiyo]

[eternalremorse]

I finally downloaded the Emote With Any NPC mod and can now make my girl sit on any bench and eat in the Great Hall!!

(Not gonna lie, I'm a bit disappointed this doesn't work with the in-game photo mode)

[bbanghiitomi]

| love is a place to hide

synopsis: with social anxiety and a reserved girl, you're usually seen alone or with a few other students around — everyone knows your name but doesn't know you, except for minji.

— nonidol!softballplayer!kminji × nonidol!loner!fem!reader

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popular loner, that's what most people in your high school call you. everyone knows your name but none of those people have ever been your friend, nor have they ever talked to you before. most of those people who know you are not even familiar to you, you don't understand where this popularity came from and it's creeping you out.

you have one friend, kang haerin. she's just as much of a loner as you are, except she has loyal friends.

meanwhile you only have haerin, and refuse to make friends with people other than her — haerin kind of gets along with other people too, but you find it hard to do so. you have no active social media accounts, your chats are dead and if your socials were a place, it would be covered with cobwebs the way they are abandoned.

you've never changed profile pictures, they've been that same picture of you when you were… 10 years old.

it's like you're dead but technically you aren't, literally.

there's this one person, an exception — she's not a friend nor she's a stranger. her name is kim minji. you've known her since the first year of middle school. you both met during the school orientation, where you were checking out the class lists for that year.

you remember it vividly, you sat alone at a bench and saw her approaching, you continued to ignore her presence while you continued tapping on your nintendo 3ds that you modded yourself. you were playing animal crossing, something that you found to be your new catalyst to kill time when you're bored.

you remember how enthusiastic she was talking about animal crossing, even though you weren't replying to her words. she was persistent in making you her friend but it was taking a bit too long for you to warm up to her.

you found out she was going to be your classmate, it was the day where you saw her sitting right behind you. in just a span of a week, she already made a few friends, and one of them was haerin. you stayed alone, casually conversing with haerin and sometimes a few other students, where it all ended up with you leaving because you drained your social battery.

minji was known for playing softball, she played for the local district's team and would often travel from city to city to play. she's incredible, a lot of people say — she's made a name and was inside everyone's mind, including her rivals'.

you've never watched any of her games, even if she kept inviting you — you tried one time but it all ended up with you going home after a small anxiety attack due to the amount of people watching. the cramped space scared you.

now first year college, most of your schoolmates who knew you before were in the same university as you and minji, you still carried that nickname of yours and minji carried that popularity of hers. she now plays for the university's varsity team.

even after 6 years of her nagging you, she still kept going. you don't understand why, what's with all this nonsense? why does she keep trying even if you've pushed her away thousands of times?

besides, there's hundreds of girls and boys lining up to be with her.

have you even mentioned the fact she's never been in a relationship before? that's how crazy she is, with how many confessions she's gotten none of them convinced her that they were better than you.

"hey y/n, we have training later at 5pm, you want to watch?" it's currently 4pm, and you're heading to the library to catch some work for the librarian — you promised the old lady you'll help arrange some books because the other kids have messed the shelves up.

and now minji is once again trailing behind you, asking you again if you have plans to see her later when she for sure already knows your answer. you turn around to give her a stoic expression, your eyes bore against her round ones.

"no, i have some errands at the library and it's probably going to take me a few hours. i'm sure you'll be fine without me, yeah?" you tell her. minji looks around the hallway and shrugs, a pout evident on her lips. "i mean, your presence could definitely help me." she then flashes you her signature grin, that would probably send an ordinary girl in an orbit.

you feel your cheeks flush but then you shake your head, you are no different to those girls. "you have plenty of girls to do that for you." you respond almost immediately. minji sighs and slump her broad shoulders, before watching you walk your way out of the scene. hiding your almost ripe tomato-like face.

minji scratches her head and looks somewhere else to try and hide the disappointment in her face. another day of getting a no from you.

truth to be told, if it wasn't obvious yet.

minji likes you, loves you even at this point the way she's been pursuing you ever since the first year of middle school. even if she looked crazy, insane, and stupid, she kept running towards you no matter how many times you've pushed her away. there's no other coherent explanation for her actions other than the fact that she's in love. it may seem annoying, but there's no other way for minji to show you her persistence and perseverance other than to reach out for you.

minji loves your wit, honesty, kindness and your hot-headed personality, though most people call you mean and rude, you're actually quite the difference! it's just your face that seems uninterested most of the time, your voice that seems unwavering, brave and icy. you're the prettiest girl in her eyes, no matter what you tell yourself — in fact, she remembers the day she realized her feelings for you.

it may sound stupid but it was during a debate at your classroom in middle school, it was one of those stupid questions the teacher asks and then will group the kids into two groups to let them argue.

the question was: what came first? the chicken or the egg?

oh how you hated this question so much, it kept being asked no matter how stupid the question sounded to any sane person's ears.

your team chose eggs and minji's team chose chickens — minji didn't spare any saliva to even try arguing, she sat on her chair as she watched the other members argue.

you on the other hand sat too, but annoyed.

it's already bugging you how long it took to argue about chicken and eggs, so you decided to take matters into your own hands.

you stood up and spoke. "this is so easy, everyone knows it's eggs. the chickens have only been on the face of earth for just around 10,000 years and chickens came from reptiles. even before chickens existed, the dinosaurs and reptiles were already hatching eggs. as animals were evolving the eggs they hatch evolved too until one day it cracked open and a chick came out and grew into a chicken." everyone was quiet and for a few moments you remembered you were surrounded by idiots and kids.

claps from minji all surprised everyone, mostly her teammates.

"minji! why are you clapping for them!?" minji even stood up and grinned at you, still clapping her rather large hands, the sound echoing the room. your teammates started clapping too and cheered.

ever since that day your teachers were encouraging you to join the debate teams, and minji started following you around and trying to get close to you.

to this day, you're still active at the debate team of your university and minji is still following you around the campus. truth to be told, you're not mad she does that, you won't say it to her face but her presence kept you safe, guarded and cared for.

there are a lot of reasons as to why minji likes you, listing them all would probably take her a week.

"hey y/n, is minji bothering you? is she doing too much? does it creep you out?" you look at your friend, haerin. you flip a book and tilt your head to her question.

"why'd you ask?" you ask back. haerin shakes her head and laughs. "uhm, clearly — everyone is noticing how minji has been following you around, since middle school. most people say you look uncomfortable when she talks to you, and of course i can't ask her about it because she probably doesn't realize it." haerin tells you, smiling sweetly. you can see her eyes are lace with worry, she's concerned for your well being and as well minji's reputation, it seems like some people in the campus are starting rumors about her being a creep.

you furrow your brows and shift your gaze around until you spot the window, the window shows a great view of the field, through the glass pane you see minji running around the field.

you look back at haerin and shake your head. "if anything, to be honest — i don't mind it at all, as you said she's been doing that since middle school and i got used to it. i'm not uncomfortable or anything, this is just how i look everyday." you tell haerin in a calm tone, because really? minji's doing that with no bad intentions, she's sweet and wouldn't hurt a fly even if she sends a softball flying at the speed of 110kmph like it's her everyday routine.

but no kidding, minji is so thoughtful, always have been.

when you were always alone, she'd stand by a few meters away to make sure you won't ever feel lonely. that one time during a field trip in high school, you were alone walking at an aquarium, minji spotted you and decided it was the best time to leave her friends and run towards you. your eyes are glued to the marine life inside the thick glass filled with water, the blue shade of the room illuminated on your face, your eyes shine under the dim lights. minji carefully stood beside you and stared at the aquarium too.

"hey, remember when our teacher asked if prokaryotic cells are better than eukaryotic cells?" she asked, all of a sudden. you looked at her and raised your brows, there's no expression written on your face. but alas, you still gave her an answer. "yes, why?"

minji smiled and tried to contain her face from blushing. "ah, what do you think is the answer?"

you blinked as you looked back at the tank. "i personally think prokaryotic cells are much superior, they evolved and became eukaryotic cells so without them there are probably no eukaryotic cells. plus, it's true that eukaryotic cells are much more complex but really — there are more prokaryotic cells that can survive under the deepest parts of ocean no matter how strong the pressure is, the hottest surfaces, feeding with almost nothing but still thriving while lacking parts that eukaryotic cells have, that something eukaryotic cells couldn't possibly do. but really, i think it depends on who you ask." you finished with a look on minji's face, only to see her staring at you with her lips open.

you furrowed your eyebrows at her and looked away, feeling embarrassed and flattered.

"wow! that's why you're the ace of the debate team!" minji said as she laughed.

that simple interaction made your day better, a whole lot better. and for some reason, it was only minji who had the power to do that.

you realize that the rumors must be weighing a lot more, more than you expected. you hear whispers from other students from other courses, talking about the mvp of the university's softball team being a creep. and others were saying that it must be because you're giving minji a hard time.

it's starting to worry you whether it reached minji, so you decide to give her a visit to the field when she didn't invite you for today.

you spot her from afar, there's still lots of students around. she seems serious and is giving her best at today's training. you hear some girls gossiping behind you.

"oh is that y/n?" one of them says.

"shit it's actually her? she decided to finally visit minji?"

"after minji's 1000th invitation. i've never seen her here."

"she probably realized minji's potential."

"it's probably better if she just minded her own business."

you sigh as you walk away.

right after their training you wait outside the locker room for everyone in the team to leave except for minji. you spare the surrounding a glance before entering the locker room.

the locker room… is what you expected a locker room to look like. it's not exactly the cleanest place in the campus, there are clothes hanging by the lockers, and shoes on the benches. luckily, the place didn't seem to smell bad, but the smell of mixed perfumes of different kinds wafted around.

"minji?" you call out, walking past lockers, getting to the farthest part of the place and eventually stopping at exactly minji's locker. you stand still as silence surrounds you, you wonder if you didn't notice minji exiting and if there are still anyone around. "kim minji." you call one more time, your tone sounding more like a command for her to come out.

you hear shufflings just behind a locker and you stretch your neck to take a peek.

"hey y/n!" you gasp as you were surprised by minji's sudden entrance. she has just showered and her hair is wet, wearing newly washed clothes she wraps a towel around her neck and smiles at you. you sigh and place a hand on your chest. "you surprised me." you hiss at her.

minji chuckles and scratches her temple. "sorry i got too excited, what brought you here? did you watch me earlier? why didn't you tell me? i didn't invite you because i thought you were mad at me." you stare at minji before shaking your head and clearing your throat. "no, i'm not mad. i came to wait for you to finish your practice because i have got something to tell you." you look at minji's round eyes, she leans closer to you causing you to step back a bit — your back almost touching the locker behind you.

"u-uh, it's about — i heard that people were spreading malicious rumors about you. and i was worried it would reach you." you see her smiling at you. there's almost a small gap between her face and yours, you can almost feel her breath fanning over you.

"wait really? i thought you didn't want me around you? haerin asked me to not follow you around every single day. so i thought i've done too much, are you really okay with it? is it really okay? i mean, if you don't like it, i'll stop. i don't like botheri—" you put your hands up to her shoulders when your back touches the hard surface of the locker. she closes the gap as she speaks, too absorbed by the idea that you're worried for her sake to even think rationally.

"w-wait! minji! it's okay… i'm okay. we're okay." you whisper. minji's eyes lock with yours, with only a few inches separating you and minji, you can feel her heartbeat thumping inside your ears along with yours. "we're okay?" she asks. you nod and smile at her.

the small moment gets ruined as a bench falls over along with a metal tumbler causing you and minji to be taken back. you gently push minji away to step over and try to look for who might have knocked it.

minji puts a hand on your shoulder. "hey, i'll accompany you to your house." you feel a sudden wave of anxiety twisting your stomach into a knot, realizing it should be impossible for the bench to be knocked over by just a gust of wind.

but you nod at minji, watching her take her bag.

the next day, haerin immediately finds you after one of your lectures. "y/n what happened yesterday!?" she aggressively whispers, a hand on your wrist as she locks you down with her piece glare. you give her a confused look, struggling with her tight hold. "wait a minute haerin, what's the problem?" you ask her.

she sighs heavily and looks around, you notice everyone staring you down and people grouped into pairs or more would often share a whisper. "y/n — " haerin cuts herself off to pull her phone from her bag.

she holds it up for you to see and sure enough, it shows a part of the university's journalism organization blog. and as you look at the headline, the first sentence of the article and the picture of you and minji inside the locker room, you ask yourself.

is this even allowed?

you feel your stomach sink in, your heart clenches in fear. why is everyone making it seem like minji was harassing you?

the truth has been completely twisted around and has been passed around by students in just a matter of hours.

you find yourself hiding inside the library, curled on a ball, your back leaning on one of the shelves — hugging your knee close to you.

there's just no way you can do anything about it.

you pull your phone from your breast pocket to send minji a message.

minji :|

minji

what are we going to do?

im scared

sent.

minji walks down the halls of the building, with a deep frown on her face. she's currently on the hunt for the president of the journalism organization — though that person is years older than her, she's not afraid to take that shit on. students stare her down as minji struts her way to the room where journalism members are gathered. she stands in front of the door and knocks violently with her large hand, causing people walking by to be taken back. "you assholes! open this door!" minji shouts, her voice echoing in the corridor.

the door opens violently to an angry guy, only to be left in shock when he realizes it's none other than the kim minji outside their room. minji barges inside and surprises half of the people in the room. "you!" she points towards a girl standing by the end of the room

the girl seems to realize what's happening and tries to hide behind another girl.

"why did you publish that bullshit article!?" minji shouts, causing everyone to panic. the president of the organization stands up and walks towards minji to try and man up. "we have the right to do so! why? are you mad that we're telling the truth!?"

minji turns her head to the president and aggressively pulls on the poor guy's collar and points at the girls named eunchae and kyujin. "you too! those little minions of yours are spreading lies about y/n and they're literally stalking both of us!" eunchae pushes kyujin and uses the other girl to shield herself. "w-what!? you know that's some strong accusations right!? plus — you are stalking y/n on a daily basis!" minji's slender fingers grip the fabric's collar hard, swinging the guy closer.

"listen here you idiot, what me and y/n do is none of your business, okay? if you don't delete that article off of your blog and apologize to y/n i'll smash your skull on this table." minji brings the president closer to the edge of the table, the two younger girls both bow their heads in unison a couple times as they apologize.

"we're so sorry! we really didn't think it through! we only did that because the organization has a mandatory quota for articles we had to follow." eunchae didn't stop bowing her head, minji glared at the president with a deep frown, the edges of her thick brows almost touching due to how mad minji was. the tall girl shoves the guy away and walks out of the room to look for you.

you stay sitting on the floor of the library, hiding behind shelves of books, in the darkness and silence you find comfort.

you hear faint footsteps but you choose to ignore them, until you look up from the familiar shoes and see minji looking down on you. "hey y/n, everything's alright now." she tells you, before crouching down, wearing her team jersey and her pants. you stare at her before she smiles at you and scoots beside you. "i knew you'd be here." minji whispers, her finger touches yours as she puts her hands on the cold floor. you give her a small smile before sighing.

minji always knew you liked to hide when you're upset.

"it's okay now, i made sure it's never going to happen again. i'm sorry you got dragged down the mud with me." minji continues, laughing. you shake your head. "thanks, it's okay. i just got scared." well, if you were to be honest, you were more than scared — you feared for minji of all, there was no way she's going to lose it all just because people lied about her to feed people's delusions.

"i know, trust me, i'll do anything to make sure no one messes with you ever again." minji gives you a cheeky grin and hooks her arm to your torso to keep you close to her. the warmth of her body gives you comfort, you lean on her body and rest your head on her shoulder. your hands lay on her lap, she reaches out for your hands with her other hand, gently caressing your skin with her palm.

you look up to her, your eyes meet her round ones — then your eyes trail down to her tall nose and plump lips. you smile at the thought of her smooth cheeks. you hold minji's hand in yours, taking her back.

"minji thank you for everything." minji's face glows a different shade of red, the tip of her ears are bright red. she laughs, looking away — speechless. as she was looking in the other direction, you take your cue to give her cheek a chaste kiss, and so you do.

your lips touch her cheek and minji flinches, squirming at the sudden contact of your soft lips against her skin. she lets out a small squeak causing you to immediately hush her down.

"you kissed me!?" she whispers, you roll your eyes playfully and laugh at her response. it's starting to get darker outside, you stand up and brush the dust off of your skirt and watch as minji stands up too, still flustered. "where are you going?" she asks.

"home." you answer, starting to walk your way out of the library.

minji follows behind and says.

"i'll take you home!"

[noonaishere]

Online/Offline [C.S] - eighty-six | give him the ol’ UwU

He turned around and stood. “Y/n, hi.”

You remembered his face from the picture, and now in three dimensions, he looked exactly as you thought he would: passably attractive like any rando you might walk past on the street. The kind of face someone could consider being really good looking if his personality was funny or kind or both... but instead he was a harasser, deciding to be the worst kind of man. It permeated his features, in your mind at least, giving him an unsettling undercurrent that gave you the fucking creeps. To think that someone could look so normal and be doing anything but.

You could feel the microphone shift against your body and you found yourself wishing you had taped it to your skin like a police informant in a mob movie. You hoped the fabric moving didn’t obscure any speech. 

You smiled. “Have you been waiting long?”

“No, not that long.”

You gestured to the bench he had been sitting on. “Shall we sit?”

He nodded awkwardly and sat. You sat next to him, but a few inches away.

“I’m glad we could meet up like this.”

“Really?”

“Yeah. You’re actually talking to me.” You smiled.

He smiled a small smile and looked away.

“So… was getting here difficult for you?”

He turned back. “No, I drove.”

“Oh. I took the bus.”

He nodded.

“Um… are you nervous to meet me?”

“A little.”

“Why?”

“I… never thought I could talk to you.”

“You talked to me in the café a few times.”

He nodded.

“So why is this different?”

He shrugged.

“You were able to talk to me then.”

He was quiet for a few minutes. You didn’t want to force him and possibly scare him off, so you sat and waited.

“Your boyfriend told me to leave.”

“Well… we had just started dating and you were making me nervous by coming in and just looking at me--”

“I was making you nervous?” There was a slight edge to the question.

“You-- you kept coming in to look at me and didn’t say anything at first.”

He looked at you.

“Don’t you think it’d make you nervous if someone did that to you?”

“Maybe.”

His body language indicated that you might have been turning him off.

“But… we’re talking now. So thank you for fixing it.”

He looked at you again. 

You smiled

“You’re really thanking me?”

You had to try and crack him. You knew you had a few cards you could pull. Card Number One: you did your best try at acting like a demure anime girl. You looked surprised at first before nodding with a shy smile.

“Why?”

“Well…If you want to be friends, this is how to be friends, right?”

He watched you quietly.

“You have to… actually talk to someone to be friends with them… right?”

He looked away and considered this.

You weren’t sure when to push for the confession, but you felt you had to take this slow.

“Then why don’t you talk to me when I talk in chat?”

“But I have before.”

“Before,” he emphasized. “But not lately.”

“Well, that’s because--”

“Because you had a boyfriend.”

“Well, yeah, I couldn’t talk to you if I was with him. What would he think?”

He frowned and looked away again. “You still could have talked to me.”

“Would you rather I be disloyal?”

He turned back to you.

“Should I be the kind of woman who dates one man and talks to others?”

He was silent.

Card Number Two: manipulation. You hated doing it, but the Terror Triplets were your teachers all through school and you would use what you learned from them now.

“If I were your girlfriend, would you want me to talk to other men?”

He shook his head quickly. “No.”

You’d have to send them a fruit basket when this was all over.

You smiled. “See?”

He nodded slowly. “But… it would have been okay if you only talked to me.”

Hypocrite. Fine, Card Number Two again, if that’s what he wants, he can have it.

You smiled. “Well, I guess I could have… because it’s you.”

“Because it’s me?”

“Because you’ve been following me for so long.”

“I have…”

“I… I should have realized and made you a mod.”

His eyes lit up.

“I’m sorry for not realizing that.”

“You should have.” 

Card Number Three: agree with everything he says. You averted your eyes to your lap and faked sadness.

“I know, I should have.”

He nodded, confidence from the café seemingly returning. “I wouldn’t have had to find out who you were if you just talked to me.”

This is it. “How did you find out?--”

His eyebrows raised. Too far, you’re going too far. You combined all three cards into an attack you hoped would devastate him. 

“--I… I thought I hid myself so well from everyone.” You giggled. “I was just so… impressed.”

He looked at you.

You blinked demurely before pretending to be shy and turning away. Send his ass to the Shadow Realm.

You could hear him shift on the bench as he moved closer.

“I… I found an old account you had and it had a picture.”

BINGO. 

“You were beautiful.”

You did not care what he was saying at this point. 

“I fell in love with you.”

Never mind, maybe you did because: EW. If it was an old account that meant you were like, seventeen in the pictures; that’s fucking disgusting. You hid your displeasure and turned around.

“Really?” You asked with your best anime innocence.

“Mhm,” he nodded.

“How did you find me here in Seoul?”

“I used the geodata on the picture of Morn’s cat.”

“Wow, you’re so smart.” You smiled.

In your brain you were screaming internally. You hated that you hadn’t thought to scrub the data in the file itself. You wanted to lunge at him and strangle him with your bare hands, but you couldn’t. Not just because you needed the full confession - of which you realistically figured you had about 75% of - but because he was a lot bigger than you. Realistically, you didn’t know if you could.

You looked away again before looking back. He seemed to enjoy the drama. “But…”

“Can I ask you something?”

If he asked you out…

“Will you please go out with me?”

You blinked. You screamed internally. You blinked again. You had to back up. Plan B. Which you didn’t have.

“O-Oh.” You stammered.

His expression changed. Confusion.

“I don’t know if I can…”

“Why not?”

His voice sounded slightly dangerous, like he wanted you to think about your choice carefully before answering.

You looked at him blankly for a moment before smiling. 

“Because…” You let your voice drop back to its normal register, “How could I Iove a man who would do such things to me?”

“What?” 

He looked across your features before his expression took on one of anger. His hand found your forearm and gripped you there.

“What do you mean?”

“Ow…”

“What do you mean?”

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Colony Tour of our temporary home at Parish-by-the-Expanse

The time has come at last for us to leave our lovely home at Parish-by-the-Expanse and make our way forward towards the ship. However, not before a quick show-and-tell of the place we've grown so fond of!

In the centre here is the main building. There's our freezer, the kitchen, the tailoring area and art bench, our altar, one of the bathrooms, Euclid and M.M.'s bedroom, and Blackdragon and Duchess' bedroom. Also, the chemfuel refinery, where we refine our ~excrement~ into chemfuel to power the generators and make chemshine to sell to traders.

Here's the garage and the workshop, accompanied by one of our two prisons. All our vehicles are painted purple, as it is the colour of our ideology and sacred to the followers of The Last God Ecthuctu.

Moving along to our Dinosaur Museum and our second prison/Socks' bedroom. This prison building is actually from the Alpha Prefabs mod, we purchased the room to see what it was like. We think it's very cool!

This is a monument we built for The Empire way back, but now we use it for workshop stuff. There's also a sarcophagus for the Animalisk that wandered onto my map because it got struck by lightning and killed. We thought it was pretty enough to deserve a proper burial, so here it shall rest forevermore.

The girls' room, which has already appeared on the blog before. I'll be sad leaving this behind. It's my favourite part of Parish-by-the-Expanse.

The animal pen and Buckeye's room, with the crematorium where we burn tattered apparel.

Our big signal fire and the party bus for when we need to travel with a group.

Vasso and Laursen's room/the laboratory. They have a teeny tiny ensuite bathroom and a palaeontology bench as well.

The fight pit where we make our prisoners hit each other for our entertainment... Although the only gladiator fight we ever held turned out to be boring so, eh.

And last but not least, the trading spot!! This is so those pesky trade caravans don't track mud onto our nice human-leather rugs and kneel sheets. They can track mud on the granite flagstone instead.

And that's the end of Parish-by-the-Expanse! I wonder what our next temporary settlement will be like?

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[simmireen x herecirm x simmerianne93] Three Friends 2

Hello everyone on this wonderful day!!

I come to announce that @simmireen, @herecirm and I decided to join together once again to bring you a small collaboration and a small posepack for those sims who want to spend some time with their two best friends, doing silly things hehehe.

I have been very excited that my dear @simmireen has brought us three together again for this wonderful collaboration, and as it could not be otherwise, we have named the pose pack as a second part of its predecessor and we have used our most precious pixels again to show you all our little work.

I hope you like these new poses that we bring with so much love and here I want to greatly thank my girls who have counted on me once again to make this amazing collaboration a reality.

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Before I go to the description of the posepack I really suggest to follow and look at my mates' socials. Their work is amazing and you won't regreat it!!:

Simmireen: Tumblr | Patreon | Instagram | Instagram's story

Herecirm: Tumblr | ko-fi | Instagram | Instagram's story

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Now, I leave you with a short decription of the file, before guide you to the download page:

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What is on it?

9 Trio poses for three friend sims.

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What do you need?

Andrew's poses player 

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[korkietism]

Tokoyami’s middle school friend group. Also known as upcoming band, Skull Bowl Full of Soup.

Yuki Asano • he/they • ocd haver • bisexual • grayromantic

-lead singer and guitarist of the group (can play electric and acoustic. He also can work a DJ station like you wouldn’t believe

- deaf w/ hearing aids. Uses JSL and ASL. He can speak verbally but rarely does so. Usually just for singing. Deaf from birth.

- met Fumikage in kindergarten. Both of them had skin picking problems so were pushed to be friends. It worked out well though. The two, Fumi as the weird autistic bird kid with scary eyes and a demon who was way friendlier than him that could solo a building, and Yuki, a little girl who didn’t speak and hit and yelled at other children, who both anxiously picked at their skin, became fast friends due to ostracism from everyone else.

- has OCD, though his obsessions and compulsions are highly focused on contamination and germs among other things. For high school he goes to an adaptive school that has biweekly attendance and focused learning groups. It’s accommodated his mental health and his teachers all know ASL or JSL. He’s much happier this way. As good as it was that he met his friends through the public school system, it was killing him.

- obsessed with religious imagery. Very fond of biblically accurate angels and sin and rings of hell and mythology and such

- never wanted to do hero work or anything. He thinks hero’s are overrated but that Fumi will be different and become his favourite hero.

- he doesn’t care about quirks all that much either. He has very weak telekinesis and uses it almost entirely on small items. (Usually his phone so it doesn’t crack)

- all the SBFS members write lyrics and songs for the band to play though it’s mostly Yuki and Fumi. Stella and Shin prefer to convey their feelings through instruments.

- the most confrontational of the 4. He has the most metaphorical balls.

Stella Kuroiwa • she/her • queer • transfemme

- drummer of the group. She is absolutely wild on the drums. She is also good with any special effects.

- heteromorph like yami. She has a moth mutation which means she has big ol buggy eyes, these weird pointed yet tuft ears, antennae, and a velvety slight layer of fur to her skin. (Like those littlest pet shops. The fuzzy ones.)

- I am inbetween giving her two pairs of arms. I’m still unsure.

- her quirk is called firefly. She can create fireflies made of light though she must absorb direct sunlight or moonlight to do so. If she doesn’t, she can’t use it.

- she’s very anxious. Her sexuality + gender coming out was very hard on her. Coming to terms with herself was a process

- she’s sweet. Though also very silly. She’s really funny and affectionate with those she loves. Though on the outside she’s very avoidant. School is hard for her. She’s okay academically though avoids social things and sports like the plague. Probably does pottery or something. Needs to go to one of those break shit rooms.

- met yuki and Tokoyami in 6th grade. They were probably in the same gym class. None of them ever brought their gym clothes for fear of the change rooms + dysphoria + dysmorphia + insecurity so they were benched together.

- sleeby. Caring. Probably the tallest of the group. Though generally close to Yuki in height.

- now goes to the same school as Shin though they’re not in the same classes very much. It’s the school yami would’ve went to if UA hadn’t worked.

Yushin Tomioka • he/him • gay

- shin my boy. He’s.. so repressed

- probably the most level headed of the group. He keeps the 3 out of trouble

- really smart

- he’s an artist! Super fond of grungy lineart and symbolism. He’s working to be a tattoo artist, though generally has an interest in body mods.

- his quirk is called utensil. He can turn the tip of any of his fingers into a utensil (fork, spoon, knife, screwdriver, pen, pencil, etc) though if he does more than one at a time it uses his energy and makes him feel fatigued.

- gets along with the group well. Probably had a mild crush on Yami for a bit.

- he found solace in the goth alt sort of style. Former gifted kid with perfect grades and everything. He still has good grades but his parents are not at all happy that he isn’t becoming a doctor.

- pianist of the group. He uses a cool keyboard he bought himself. Was forced into piano lessons as a child. Has reclaimed it by playing amazing songs + video game music covers on his keyboard.

- call him shin. No one calls him Yushin. Or Tomioka.

-probably aroacespec but he doesn’t want to think about that rn

- same school as Stella. He’s good in school though he keeps to himself

-the outgrown buzzcut stays. He doesn’t want long hair for awhile.

-he’s shorter than yami by a bit.

-probably wants lip piercings

That is it for now. Ask questions. I will answer. Or ask them questions and they will answer. Yami included. The yamiverse expands one day at a time.

[still-a-morosexual-help]

Okay but if you haven't played it yet, season 2 of love island the game is so good?

It talks about/touches on consent, mental health, safe sex, double standards, cliques and the in-group out-group effect that happens because of it (in this case, specifically in girls), how the standardised school system doesn't work for everyone, the dangers of miscommunication and the benefits of open communication specially with your romantic partners, body image issues/body dysmorphia

Your choices have consequences in the game and there's character development for the characters!

MC's a woman in her 20s (canonically under 27yrs & taller than 5'2") but depending on your choices you can make her a friendly, outgoing, goofy, buff bi gym bro who can devour an entire cake in one sitting and bench press her boyfriend and I love that for her

If you pick all the "good" choices the game gets a found family-esqu vibe

There's enough drama to keep it interesting but also enough wholesome & funny moments that you can believe that these people are genuinely friends

You can also go the opposite direction and choose options that make MC the show's "villain"

It's got two direct sequel games within the same app

It was my first dating sim game that was basically a gateway drug that eventually led to me downloading obey me!, the arcana & more and it was the game that absolutely ruined all my real life standards for partners

The only con is that you need a lot of gems to buy certain choices that can affect certain parts of the game & to buy outfits - you can get gems within the game by completing chapters (I sped through s1 & 3 so that I could collect gems from them to play s2) or watching ads but you'll need a lot of patience. Or you can just get a mod

[xazz]

Modded Stardew Valley update. Same map. Top two are Spring 1 Y1 and Spring 1 Y2. Bottom is Spring 1 Y3. I've changed from Starblue to Earthy recolor.

Some details below the cut

Fall Y2 was the first time I ever got Giant Crops! I was so EXCITED!

I had some space between my bee house set up and my main pathway so I decided to put some gnome girls! I am gonna have a bigger gnome village somewhere but idk where yet. But I made up a lil story for them. They've been neighbors forever and the entire village is like :eyes: about if they're gonna get together. But they're both oblivious. As useless lebians are lol

Winter Y2 I set up a little place to put my Winter Star tree but then once Winter is over I turn it into a swinging bench.

I really like the scarecrows I'm using in my fields. Little bunnies. No sprinklers because I'm using RSV and just paying the handy boys to water my crops every day.

I'm also decorating the inside of my house. This is my main home, it has an underground floor/basement. I keep my fish collection here and I'm learning how to decorate the inside of a house. Which I'm just @.@ about. I have the legendary fish in the big fish tank rn! I haven't gotten to the rest of the house.

I still haven't married anyone. I'm not even dating anyone but I am friends with MOST people in the valley, Ridgeside, and East Scarp. I did finish the community center. I've made it to Ginger Island. I play Expanded and I finished doing the Nexus over winter. I think I have done most of the Expanded content that's available other than romance Lance and I think the Wizard getting his apprentice. But I know I have a lot to do in Ridgeside and East Scarp too and of course finish decorating my entire farm.

Maybe next time I'll post the inside of my shed and greenhouse. It's a MESS in there lolol

[the-starry-seas]

okay paleo pines (demo) thoughts: there's a tiny bit of stuttering when initially loading the game and in cutscenes, and benches scream when you first touch them. my only real complaint is the absence of quest markers and general 'go here next' tips - which is admittedly a big complaint for a quest-based game. i'm a fan of almost everything else, and really love the dinosaurs, especially lucky

after three hours messing around, I'd give it a good 7/10, and it would be 9/10 if there were quest markers. @merlyn-bane tag since you were interested :)

THE LOADING SCREEN IS A DINOSAUR BEING PET AND WAGGING ITS TAIL I REPEAT WAGGING ITS TAIL

hm the loading screen is also stuttering. concerns are being had about performance.

oh i love this lil blue para on the menu screen! her name is lucky, right?

unexpected options in the character customisation area

oh this baby dinosaur is ADORABLE. cutscene started out a bit choppy but baby in a bubble bath... dancing... i forgive her for making a mess <3

ooh are we moving to a new house? new house!!!

i know i'm supposed to click through the dialogue but i'm sitting and watching lucky's idle animations

nice soundtrack btw

okay i wanna check out the glowy crystal so dialogue it is

SHE DOES HEARTS WHEN YOU PET HER

okay those sounds are adorable

WELL I DIDN'T EAT THEM ALL LMAO

ooh a dreamstone sounds important

kinda wish there were different petting animations

RAPTOR ALERT WE GOT RAPTORS WE GOT RAPTORS REPEAT WE GOT RAPTORS and ooh those feathers are pretty

they've never seen a para???

ooh the journal looks fun. what's the emojis on the calendar though? someone in a hat, and fruit? oh a budding day that sounds fun

oh she can level up! curious about the placement of this spare saddle however cause who does that

hm it'd be cool if there was a map/quest markers but maybe that kicks in after you know more than one place

oh this looks cool

aw you can't pet the wild dinosaurs?

TACOS TACOS TACOS TACOS

are they yelling runes at me what's all that

"don't wander off" i love her unconditionally. but that does not mean i trust her to have an attention span.

ooh i have tools now

wait how do you track a quest

are you not supposed to sit on the benches or is the sci-fi alarm sound a bug. okay i sat down again and no noises so it seems like a one-time bug. okay nvm it happens the first time i sit down on any bench apparently.

I CAN PET BONGO AND THEY DO A LITTLE DANCE

either i'm missing something about notes, or equipping journal and long click doesn't do anything. oh wait i was pressing J instead of getting it out of the inventory nvm

do the signposts not have anything written on them?

seriously though this game NEEDS quest markers of SOME kind

i was thinking fireflies would be cool and you'll never believe what showed up a few minutes later. also the moths around the lanterns are a nice touch.

YES YOU CAN PET PAPRIKA

oh they weren't kidding when they said bedtime

give me quest markers. is there a mod? planned update? can i lay under the devs' desks and make weird crying noises until it gets so awkward they give in just to make me leave?

i started a new day and lucky??? is??? gone??? WHERE'S MY GIRL. BRING HER BACK.

okay i left the ranch and went back and she was waiting at home for me so john wick moment averted

ooh you CAN tame dinosaurs... and it follows you around! cool!

there is no way i could resist getting a pink styracosaurus and naming it strawbebby (i also have a gallomimus named 'flocking this way', iykyk)

[total-drama-takes-takes-2]

tti episode 8

“Last time on Total Takes Island: the teams set out on a lovely canoe trip to scenic Bony Island, where they carried their boats over two miles of treacherous jungle, featuring man-eating beavers and a few grumpy geese. O’s anxiety got the best of him, and he cost his team not one, but four players. While Ass and Courtney were busy tearing their team apart, Michael and Max were the only ones keeping theirs together. Ultimately, the Fujoshis one, and O took the walk of shame- O no! Haha. I wrote that one myself. Will the Fujoshis keep up their winning streak? Will Julia ever get over her crippling fear of geese? Find out now- on Total! Takes! Island!”

Early in the morning just outside Camp, Sha-Mod and McLovin sit on the beach, building a sand mansion together and speaking in hushed tones (though no one else is up yet).

“And, I dunno, they’re both great, but I get the vibe they don’t like each other, ya know?” McLovin says, picking up a sand dollar. 

“I can’t blame Courtney. That Ass is sha-bad news, they didn’t even apologize for crinkling my Lightning!” he exclaims, pointing to the slightly-indented photo of Lightning over his face. “They’ve been a real problem since Mal left.”

“Maybe for you,” McLovin sighs. “Since Mal’s been gone, I’ve had TWO chicks on my tail! I know I’m a catch, but geez, man!”

“Well, as long as I’m here, we can stay partnering up!” Sha-Mod announces, pointing at himself. “Avoid all the girl drama, you know?”

“Thanks, bud, I knew I could count on you,”

Sha-Mod nods as a voice blares over the intercom. “Campers! Get your white-tailed butts in gear and meet me in the mess hall for your deer-ly exciting challenge! Ahaha, I am on FIRE today!”

The intercom crackles off and McLovin and Sha-Mod give each other a perplexed expression. 

The mess hall is almost entirely silent as the campers yawn and stretch, tending to bug bites and trying to down the bitter coffee from Chef’s breakfast ensemble. 

Scruffy carries a tray back to the Anon’s table, making a point to sit away from Michael as Julia, on her left side, glares daggers in everyone else’s direction. Max comes next, making fleeting eye contact with Michael before sitting on the other side of Scruffy. 

---

MICHAEL: “I really don’t get it. Just when I thought we were starting to get along, he gives me the cold shoulder! After I saved his ass, too! Maybe Julia was right…”

---

Staci sits on the other side of Michael instead, smiling brightly and spooning the apple sauce-like substance Chef was serving. “So… has anyone kin-assigned you two yet?”

Julia raises an eyebrow. “Has anyone what?”

“Oh, you know how I’m literally Staci from Revenge of the Island? I’ve been helping everyone on the team find their inner kins, too! Well… I haven’t told them yet, but I’ve been keeping a list,” Staci grins, pulling out a thick, fuzzy pink diary and dropping it on the table. “Ok, so, Max is Scarlett from Pahkitew (ironically, hah), Scary is Scary Girl from the 2023 reboot, Scruffy is Sierra… hmmm,”

Staci takes a moment to scan the two girls over, judging their facial expressions and body language before smiling and nodding. “Gwen and Heather,”

“Excuse me?”

“It’s the standard loner and popular mean girl dynamic, duh,”

Michael rolls her eyes. “Not to rain on your parade, but doesn’t this whole kin-assigning thing feel like yet another way to be forcibly labeled based off of surface-level traits?”

“That’s such a Gwen answer,”

“Okay, I’m outta here,” Michael says, climbing over the bench. 

Chris suddenly ducks inside the hall, grinning widely. “Hope you’re all enjoying your breakfast, campers, because this challenge is gonna be a doozy! Outside, you'll find your supplies for today’s, um, adventure,”

The campers look nervous and stand, following Chris outside to where two large crates are waiting, unopened. Scruffy shakes their head. 

“Today’s challenge is a personal favorite of mine: hunting!” he beams, opening a crate and pulling out a neon pink paintball gun. “Unfortunately, due to province law, I can’t give you anything more powerful than paint without getting everyone a license, which sounds boooring!” he tosses the paintball gun to Courtney. 

“Welcome to the second ever paintball deer hunt! Now, normally, I’d assign hunters and deer for you, but I think it’d be funnier to watch you all sort it out. You have five minutes to decide who’s hunting- and who’s being hunted!”

The teams give each other anxious glances as Chris walks away. 

Courtney turns to the Fujoshis and tosses the gun in their hands to Sha-Mod. 

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COURTNEY: “Believe it or not, I am a very non-confrontational person. My strategy from the beginning has been the fly under the radar and focus on defense rather than offense. Hunting? No can do. But I can hide!”

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“If Sha-Mod is a hunter, I wanna be a hunter, too!” McLovin yells, waving his hand around. Courtney shrugs and tosses him a gun from the crate. 

“Oh, me, too. Those little deer outfits are terrible,” Ass nods. Courtney hesitates for a moment, gun still in their hands until Caesar butts in. 

“Um, no. I’m not getting paint on this suit. Gun me, please,” he extends his hands. 

“I was first!”

“Rock paper scissors for it?”

Both hold their palms flat in front of them and tap their fists against them three times. As Ass throws scissors, Caesar walks behind them and takes the gun and safety glasses from Courtney. 

“Hey! I thought we were playing for that!”

“What are you, five?” Caesar chuckles. “Come on, Bonbon, let’s go find somewhere quiet.”

Bonnie adjusts the deer tail and antler headband before walking off into the woods with Caesar. Ass sighs, but puts on the accessories with Courtney without another complaint. McLovin and Sha-Mod fist-bump, and then run into the woods together. 

“Obviously, I’ll be taking one of these,” Max says, picking a neon blue gun from the crate. “Let’s see… Scary?”

Scary growls at him, but accepts their paintball gun and safety gear anyway before bounding off into the woods, giggling. 

“Hm…” Max surveys the rest of the team. “S-”

“I volunteer!” Staci yells, waving their hand in the air. “My aunt’s husband’s grandfather taught me how to shoot, and my great-great-great-”

“Alright! Just take it!” Max shoves the gun into their arms. “Anyone else?”

Michael smiles, and opens her mouth. “I-”

“Kelly!” Max says, tossing them the gun before pointing ahead and walking straight past Michael. “Alright, let’s move out.”

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MICHAEL: “...am I crazy? Am I going insane? Is that it? Did I just imagine everything?!”

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MAX: “Michael is a liability to the team. She’s a good player, but she’s distracting me. I mean, she’s a distraction,” he pauses, crossing his arms and glaring at the camera. “I didn’t mean it like that!”

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“Does this tail make my arse look big, baby?” Austin asks, looking around his back. 

“Yes, dear,” Kelly says, loading their gun with blue paintballs. 

“Groovy!” 

The two walk through the woods, holding hands and paying little attention to their surroundings. The morning sun shines through the foliage above as they enter a clearing. 

“Wanna help me practice?” Kelly smiles, finishing up on their gun. 

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Austin takes a bite out of the apple Kelly handed him before putting it on his head and standing still with his back against a tree. 

Kelly holds the gun’s aim up to her left eye, closing her right and taking aim. 

“Are you sure this is safe, baby?”

“Yeah, I saw it in a movie once,” 

“Well, in that case, fire away!” Austin beams, putting his hands on his hips.

Kelly readjusts the gun once again and aims, then re-aims it, before finally pulling the trigger. 

Click. 

Nothing happens. Austin keeps smiling, still frozen in place. “I’m waiting, baby!”

Kelly pulls the trigger again- still, nothing. They frown and lower the gun. “I think this one’s jammed or something,” 

Austin slouches and the apple rolls off his head. He walks over and Kelly hands him the gun, which he inspects thoroughly by looking straight down the barrel. “I don’t see anything, baby,”

“Maybe it’s the trigger. What’re we gonna do?”

Austin thinks for a moment. “Let’s go ask someone for help. I’m sure they’ll be willing to lend a hand!”

The two hear some rustling from a few bushes nearby and turn, look at each other, and then peek out of the clearing onto the path from which the noise came. 

“I don’t know, I guess I thought we were friends,” Michael sighs, crossing her arms against her chest and leaning against a tree. Her usual parka is tucked somewhere back at camp so as to avoid getting paint on it, leaving her in a black tank top. Julia sits on a rock beside her, picking at her cuticles. 

“Yeah, well, you get what you pay for. I tried to tell you he has a stick up his butt,”

“Yeah… I guess you’re right,” 

Kelly and Austin step through the foliage, smiling. “Hey, girls!” Kelly laughs nervously. 

Julia and Michael both raise an eyebrow. 

“We were wondering if you cool cats could lend us some advice,”

Julia’s “No” and Michael’s “What’s up?” overlap, but Austin continues nonetheless.

“Our thingy is straight jammed, baby, very ungroovy,”

“Um… well, I can take a look at it,” Michael shrugs. “No guarantees I’ll know what to do, though.”

“Yeah, have fun with that. I’m gonna go to the kitchen, I’m starving,” Julia says, starting off down the trail. Michael takes the gun from Kelly, looking it over before nodding. 

“Your safety is still on,” she says, taking it out and handing the paintball gun back to Kelly before a rustling from the bushes behind them grabs their attention. All three turn- Kelly aims the now-working gun and fires a few shots into the woods, hitting nothing. 

“Save your ammo-” Michael starts before a round of paintballs hits her in the stomach. “Aw, man, what the hell!”

Sha-Mod and McLovin giggle from behind the bushes, crouching down army-style while they reload. “Hit her again!” McLovin smirks. 

“Uh, shouldn’t we sha-try for the other players, too?”

“We will, I just love seeing that dumb look on her face!”

“Can’t sha-argue with that!” 

Sha-Mod fires at Michael again, practically coating her in pink from the neck-down. “You got me, alright! Jesus!”

McLovin suddenly springs up, aiming his gun and firing at Austin, who grabs Michael’s shoulders and uses her as a shield. 

“What the hell!” she yelps. Austin smiles apologetically and then runs into the woods with Kelly, leaving Michael dripping in pink. 

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“I’m honestly kinda surprised that the network let you on, man,” Scruffy says, taking notes as they and Frollo walk down the trail. “Usually TV syndicates don’t like having religious views expressed on teen shows.”

“It was God’s will to have me spread his word on this program,” Frollo answers plainly. Scruffy raises an eyebrow, but doesn’t say anything else as the two walk down the trail. 

---

Frollo sits in the confessional, reading his Bible in complete silence.

---

Caesar offers Bonnie a stick of gum, which they accept. The two are sitting in a sunny flower patch at the mouth of a small pond, a crystal-clear waterfall pouring fresh water from the rock formation above. 

“Who knew nature could be so tolerable?” Caesar sighs, kicking back with his hands behind his head. Bonnie nods in agreement. “If only the woods had a wifi connection, this would be paradise,”

A sudden rustling in the woods beyond catches both of their attention and Caesar jumps up, clumsily holding the gun and stepping in front of Bonnie. He peers through the tall bushes surrounding the oasis and sees Scruffy and Frollo walking the trail, then chuckles. 

“Revenge is a dish best served pink,” he takes aim just in time for Frollo to notice, turning and holding up his Bible like a shield. 

Caesar shoots, hitting the book several times as Scruffy hits the deck and army crawls behind a nearby log. The intensity of the paint pellets eventually causes Frollo to stumble backwards, falling next to his walk-buddy. 

“Hey!” Bonnie shouts. 

Caesar whips around, but it’s too late. Staci shoots Bonnie three times in the chest, leaving them covered in blue. 

“Bonbon, NO!” he shouts, extending a hand for them to catch as they dramatically fall backwards. Time seems to slow down as the two reach for each other, but Caesar slips, falling on his paintball gun and crushing it, and Bonnie simply lands on their butt, unscathed. 

“Haha! That’s for great-great-great uncle Teddy, suckers!” Staci shouts before running off into the woods. 

---

“I think I hear something, man,” Sha-Mod whispers, holding a finger to Lightning’s lips and pressing his ear against the rocky formation, as if trying to hear through it. 

He then nods. “Sounds like those two girls from the other team- or maybe one of those girls and that little guy,” 

McLovin follows his footsteps, also listening in. “Sounds like a cave. Let’s corner them!”

The two fist bump and jog around to the other side of the stone hill, stopping and leaning against the very outer corners of the mouth of a large cave. The echoes of two high-pitched voices follow, though their dialogue is too jumbled to make out. 

“On three,” Sha-Mod whispers. “One- 

-Two-

-Three!”

McLovin and Sha-Mod come running in, screaming and brandishing their weapons like machine guns, shooting everywhere except for their targets. Sha-Mod runs further, crashing into the two shadowy figures at the back of the cave and sending all three to the floor. 

“HEY!” Courtney shouts. 

Ass hisses. "Nice going, genius!"

Sha-Mod opens his eyes, his expression changed to one of pure terror. He immediately jumps back to his feet as Courtney and Ass groan, and then stand. McLovin sucks in his breath from behind the trio. 

“Uh…”

Courtney rubs their head, groaning before realizing they can’t stand up straight. They open their eyes wider and see their antlers and Ass’ antlers are intertwined. Both gasp, and then narrow their eyes at each other.

“Let go,” Ass insists. 

“I’m not holding on!”

Sha-Mod looks around nervously while McLovin starts to back away slowly as the two bicker. Eventually, Ass turns, stepping over to the boys and dragging a stubborn Courtney with them, and they grab the gun from Sha-Mod’s hands. 

McLovin and Sha-Mod run out of the cave, screaming and covered in pink paint as Courtney and Ass chase them. 

---

Julia walks along the path back to where she’d left Michael, Kelly, and Austin, seemingly bored and perfectly calm. 

She pauses as Chris’ voice blares over the intercom: “Don’t forget that removing your antlers or tail will result in an immediate elimination! Hahaha,” 

Julia rolls her eyes before hearing a rustling behind her. She turns, terrified, before Scary swings down from a tree branch, hanging upside down as they shoot her. 

“Hey! HEY!” she screams. “I’m on YOUR team! Wait- this isn't paint!” she yelps as she's pelted with pebbles, covering her in tiny bruises.

Scary giggles and disappears back into the canopy.

“FREAK!”

Michael comes trudging down the path seconds later, sulking and peeling drying paint off her skin. “What happened to you?” the two ask in unison. 

---

Chris leans back in his director’s chair, putting his hands behind his head and sighing as Chef arrives with another platter of fresh crepes. 

He takes a seat at the table seconds later, enjoying the open air and sunshine as the two enjoy their mid-challenge brunch just outside of the woods, relishing in the screams of campers and the sound of paintballs splattering. 

“This really is what I needed. No radiation, no dinosaurs, just some good old fashioned nostalgia-based torture,” Chris grins. “Oh, my- is that lemon curd I spy?”

Chef nods. “Imported,”

Chris licks his lips, but just before he can reach across the table, Sha-Mod, McLovin, Ass, and Courtney run out of the woods, the latter still chasing and shooting at the former, taking turns on the gun as their antlers are still tangled.

As they reach the top of the hill separating the craft services tent from the woods, they trip on each other and roll down the slope straight into the breakfast table. The campers groan, lying on the crushed array of berries, creams, and crepes. 

Chris’ shocked stare turns into one of pure anger in seconds. “Seriously?! That was my brunch, dudes! Do you know how long crepes take to make?!”

Chef rolls his eyes. 

“Eliminated! Disqualified! Done!” Chris pulls out his megaphone and yells into it “Anons in the area, get over here!”

Kelly and Austin, as well as Max, Staci, and Scary come strolling out of the forest, surrounding the pile of Fujoshis on the tattered mess that used to be a nice wooden table. 

Chris jabs a finger down. “Take them out, please,”

Kelly grins, aims, and fires directly at Ass, and Scary shoots Courtney somewhere around sixty times before running out of ammo. 

Chef turns to Chris. “Where’d she get the extra paintballs from?”

“Who cares? Fujos, you’re out! I’ll see you at the campfire tonight- as soon as you’re done cleaning this mess and making me a new brunch!”

The team groans in unison. 

---

“Well, that could’ve gone worse,” Max says, stirring the odd green soup Chef was serving for dinner. The Fujoshis- save for Bonnie and Caesar, who were sitting alone at their table- were off on bathroom cleaning duty, as assigned to them by a still-hangry Chris. 

“You did great, baby!” Austin smiles, wrapping an arm around Kelly’s shoulders. “I’m so proud!”

Kelly beams. Michael rolls her eyes. 

“Are we not gonna talk about the problem, here?!” Julia snaps, rotating an ice pack around the multiple bruises on her body. “I want that little emo weirdo gone!”

Everyone in the group turns to Scary in the kitchen, who’s busy throwing mysterious ingredients into the soup while Chef’s back is turned. 

“That’s something we can agree on,” Max sighs. “But it’s not the right time. Scary is unpredictable, but she’s a good player, and we need that.”

Julia scoffs. “When did you get all soft?” 

“I’M NOT- nevermind. I said no, so the answer is no,” 

“Whatever, Elmo,”

Max grumbles and crosses his arms, but doesn’t press the matter any further. Frollo rolls his eyes, and Scruffy jots something down. 

---

SCRUFFY: “There’s a lot going on on the team that I’m not being told about. It’s hard to report on facts when everyone keeps being so vague… I almost wish I got placed with the Fujoshis, at least their losing streak is something to write about!”

---

“Fujoshis, you’re here because your team sucks, you ruined my crepes, and your complete lack of coordination, aside from when you’re going after your own team members, is honestly pretty pathetic,” Chris says. “Unfortunately, only one of you will be going home tonight.”

“McLovin- you’re safe. Courtney, Bonnie, Caesar. You get to stay,”

Ass and Sha-Mod look at each other nervously. Courtney smirks a little. 

---

COURTNEY: “I’m not a vindictive person. I’m not! Let's just say I'm not a fan of the attitude demonstrated by some members on the team. But… we wouldn’t have lost today if someone had been able to see who he was shooting.”

---

Chris grins. “And the final marshmallow…

Goes…

To…

…Ass. Sha-Mod, I’m sorry man- Not!” Chris’ smile drops. “Now get out.”

Sha-Mod sighs, and even the crinkled Lightning picture looks sad. He stands and begins walking down the docks, boarding the boat of losers as McLovin follows after him. 

“I’ll win this for us, bro! We’ll have a real mansion someday! With real giant sand dollars!”

Sha-Mod waves as the boat speeds away. “I believe in youuuuuuu!”

“Wow, how touching,” Chris says in a monotone voice. “Will McLovin actually live up to his promises? Will Ass and Courtney ever make up? Find out next time- on Total! Takes! Island!”

[moonbiscuitsims]

Nervous Subject escapes to Night City

Sims 2 premades in Cyberpunk 2077 series:

This is an ongoing fanart xover personal project where I recreate Sims 2 premade characters in the Cyberpunk 2077 character creator. I just do this for fun.

CP mods: ⚡Equiment Ex (to layer the outfits in more ways),⚡ EE Unlock all outfits , ⚡Photomode Unlocked (as well as tons of custom poses, some are listed there in that mod) I used vanilla clothing for Nervous. Other premades from the series: 👾Lazlo Curious🛸 Vidcund Curious🖤Lilith Pleasant 🌸Angela Pleasant 💀Olive Specter (TW olive pics are bit more violence) 😍Ophelia 💋Chloe Curious 👽Bella Goth and More Bella Goth 💔Cassandra Goth (with mods) 🤑Dina Caliente 💜Nina Caliente 💅🏻Brandi Broke/Newbie (TW ptsd, self-harm, sad and dark themes)

Nervous doesn't remember much about his childhood other than traumatic memories. Hell he doesn't even remember his real name anymore... it's all blurred with nothing but physical pain, electrocution, strange drugs with bad side effects, torture, isolation... He vaguely recalls when they came to take him away from Olive... then he found them. As if the Strangetown Orphanage he'd escaped from wasn't enough, those two ....monsters took him in. He was alone one night in the park, starving hungry, the locals wouldn't give him any food, he heard the whispers, dark whispers about his mother. He had even tried to go back to her but a young girl named Ophelia opened the door and warned him to stay away, stating the rumours were true and to get out while he still could. He didn't believe the girl, who was apparently his cousin until she showed him proof, aside from the gravestones: Olive's diary, where she confessed that Nervous's father was in fact the Grim Reaper himself. Ophelia quickly hid her journal back in its spot and he agreed to find help elsewhere. He felt like a freak. He was ostracised and ignored and slept on the park benches until two strangers approached him, offering him not only a place to stay but a job. Nervous remembers feeling hopeful, happy even, as the couple who "adopted" him brought him to what seemed like a Castle. He was so excited, then they told him he'd be helping them do important research. They told him he'd be a scientist with them, and he believed that. He thought someone finally wanted him, Olive certainly hadn't fought for him and as the rumours stated his mother was really a killer. All those new graves in their "garden" that Ophelia had shown him had proven that. The first night in the castle was ok, though Nervous hated his room. It was a hole in the ground of a lab. After that he was subjected to certain tests. It was like the monsters knew something he didn't, like they were looking for something in him, waiting for him to do something but he didn't know what. Maybe they knew he was the spawn of the Reaper or that something was wrong with him...Over the years the experiments got more painful but Circe and Loki, those were the monsters names, kept telling him it was necessary for science, for knowledge and discovery, for the greater good. But it hurt, more and more, they had him brainwashed, had him believing he had nowhere else to go, no one to turn to, he needed their "care" and "protection" and they stopped paying him long ago. They were a lot nicer (as much as they could be) when he complied as opposed to when he didn't. Loki was a scientist and inventor at Arasaka and Circe was a medic and biologist for Biotecnica. They constantly used him for their experiments that they didn't have company approval for or wanted to keep on the down low, but sometimes it was for their own sick entertainment. He'd sometimes sneak out to the Curious household when they had to go to their HQ's in the city. Honestly they didn't even think to lock him up, they genuinely had him so brainwashed they thought he wouldn't try to leave. He ended up making friends with Pascal, who repeatedly told him to get out when he learned he wasn't happy, saw the bruises and scars; but he felt trapped and couldn't bring himself to admit to Pascal just what they were actually doing to him. Until one day he told him. He had to, he was in such bad shape, all bandaged up and bloody, Pascal forced him to sit down and confess. Pascal was horrified and offered for him to move in, but Nervous couldn't stand the thought of them finding him again. Nervous also knew he struggled controlling his outbursts, he often lashed out and panicked and couldn't behave like a normal person, he wasn't stable and Pascal had a kid to take care of. Pascal thought of the next best thing, helping him get out of town, start a new life in the City. He gave him simoleons and a vehicle and wished him luck, hoping he'd finally be able to start a life he could at least tolerate.

 Nervous arrived in Night City, rented an apartment with Pascals simoleons now changed up into eddies and suffered the effects of PTSD for a long time, he heard voices as usual but it got worse over time. He'd hear the voices at night and pound his head into the window to stop them, shatter his mirror to shut it up or stop looking at that god awful barcode they put on him. At first he thought his bruises weren't healing but then he realised he was inflicting them on himself at this point. He spent a good chunk of his time in Night City just trying to get by, he didn't find any work other than small merc jobs, and seeing as he was desperate he got into it. In fact it was perfect, somehow it seemed Nervous had a lot of pent up energy, he never got tired no matter how little he slept, took gig after gig and they progressively got more challenging. He sucked at stealth, always charging in like an angry violent animal, but he always got it done. After what the Beakers put him through he was done with the bullshit, nothing would faze him. But the more time went by the more his fear and anxiety festered, he started to process, he held a grudge, he started to feel the anger, the years worth of anger he'd stuffed down and not been allowed to feel so he wouldn't be "ungrateful" or threatened by the beakers into even worse experiments, or made to shove his feelings aside at the promise of a reward like a shitty stereo instead of more electric shock therapy. No he was mad now... he didn't want to run away anymore, he didn't want to walk another day knowing those two were still out there, living their lives after what they did to him. Nervous started to get stronger out of sheer will, he didn't have much else to fight for in a place like Night City. He got new cyberware, tons of experience under his belt and it was easy enough. The violence was easy once he lost his fear, once he realised he was all he could count on right now. He never had time for friends, not like he was very likeable anyway with how broken he was. Part of him had wished to take Pascal up on his offer but he needed to heal. And to heal he needed to slay his demons, real and metaphorical. He didn't have time to play games. He was going back to Strangetown to settle his score.

[eycsnow666]

wanna hold your own spa day with your Faerûn besties? nws fam, i got u covered:

setting: act III, the shallow pool inside the Open Hand Temple in Rivington

Party Limit Begone mod to get all your spa goers in the same place at the same time https://www.nexusmods.com/baldursgate3/mods/327?tab=posts

pull the chairs surrounding the pool into your desired configuration. don't bother with the long benches, they'll be completely submerged and uninteractible

ungroup your party ('G' on PC, not sure abt console)

control your charas to sit in the chairs one by one, careful not to regroup them or they will immediately start scurrying about

extras:

comic sans https://www.nexusmods.com/baldursgate3/mods/2142

your favorite spa day outfits, e.g. Nightsong male outfit mod for Gale (currently hidden on Nexus tho). bc sometimes your magical girl is actually a magical greying middle-aged man💖

spa day for Mr Urge and friends

warned them abt all the FUN we're having

[thefauxsport]

Hey girls!!! Sooo, I was looking this influencer profile yesterday on instagram and I saw the patriots newest QB left a few likes on her page… so I went to his page and saw that he has a girlfriend for so long. What I found interesting is that he follows and likes a few sexy girls on instagram… is this is a burrow 2.0?

Mod 1 - Breaking news: man seen behaving....like a man

Mod 2 - Jacoby Brissett did what?!?

Mod 3 - I thought Zappe. The man likes everything. He'd probably like a post of himself being benched or cut. 😆

Mod 4 - I love all of the details you didn't share. Really helps not paint a picture.

[tallyquark]

Arcane Warmup

@ghostbo-yuh and I were talking about Jynx and Vi's tattoos and the idea was born in ghoob that it could have been the same tattooist. And then I wrote this as a warmup because I couldn't help myself and we're doing an Arcane rewatch

The lanes were falling apart after the death of Vander, the disappearance of his oldest daughter, and the death of his five others. For Markus, this was of little consequence; he liked the man well enough, and Vander had done a good job holding the Lanes together. But they hadn’t been close, beyond the fact that Markus had owned a small tattoo parlor close to the Last Drop, and once a month had both attended a community-led outreach program to provide food or services to families in need (or in Markus’ case, want). They’d only sat with the man on occasion, laughing at his crass jokes and, just the once, giving the man a tattoo that they’d been particularly proud of. 

Perhaps not close isn’t the right way to put it either. 

Markus watches from his shop as Silco takes over the Last Drop, ripping out the well-used benches and tables to replace with shiny, glittering things. They do their best to stay quiet, out of sight. Markus fought in the last war between the Lanes and Piltover. They can remember the way Silco used to be, but they’d always been Vander’s man, in a matter of speaking. In Vander’s camp. And then everything had gone to shit and you were lucky if you made it out alive, much less with all limbs functional and intact. 

Silco’s power move doesn’t come as a surprise to them or to any of their neighbors in this market center of the Lanes. They all keep their heads down, and Markus only takes note of the glittery pink drug that hits the streets, a super-soldier serum with an extremely addictive side affect of making one feel like they’re invincible. They have no desire to try this new drug, they need steady hands to complete their work with pride. 

People will tell you all sorts of things when they’re lying on your table for hours with only techno from the speakers and the sound of the gun buzzing to surround them. People will say almost anything, in those circumstances. 

Vander had known that. Markus just hopes Silco never thinks to truly look into where the old bastard had gotten some of his best tips. 

Markus and Vander had been close, and his death, and the death of all those kids, makes their heart throb oddly in their chest sometimes. But there’s nothing to be done about it now. All they can do is keep their head down and try to keep clients coming in so they can pay for the roof over their head, and keep their employees in a job. 

Years pass, and Shimmer floods the open and not-so-open market alike. Markus begins to see competition in the form of body modding, and as soon as they have a client come in who willingly cut off their own arm to have it replaced by a shimmer-powered mech arm, Markus goes out to find the installer and offers them a place in his parlor and the protection of living with a group of likemided people. The armorer agrees after some haggling, and then Markus is the proud supplier of body modifications ranging from piercings to mecha replacements. Lucky them. 

One day, a young girl slams both of their doors open, skipping her way inside. Bright blue braided tails of hair swing with her every step, and a somewhat manic gleam shines in her eyes. 

“The name’s Jynx,” she announces proudly, slamming a hand on Markus’ check-in counter. “I’m here for a tat.”

“Of course,” Markus says pleasantly. “You’ve come to the right place.” They narrow their eyes at the teenager before tilting their head to the side. “...Powder?”

The girl’s eyes widen and her face tightens into something angry. “It’s Jynx now, didn’t you just hear me? It’s Jynx.”

Markus blinks, and relief and disbelief and a thousand other emotions crowd for their attention. They push them away, settling on offering…Jynx…a wide smile. “Well, Jynx, it’s nice to see a friendly face. I’m glad you made it out of the whole mess. Everyone here thought you perished with the rest of them.”

Jynx stills at this, her fingers that have been tap-tapping away at her thigh stopping. Now that she’s stopped moving, Markus notices how frantically jittery she was. The stillness is somehow more eerie. “Silco took me in. He saved me. And Vi—Vi—” she pauses, and her fingers begin to tap again, one-two-three, on her thigh. She folds her arms, and now she’s tapping at her elbow, one-two-three. “You haven’t seen Vi around, have you?”

Markus shakes their head, chilled all of the sudden. If Silco took this girl in, they can’t trust her anymore. It hurts to think; they can remember her running around at the monthly function, can remember her watching them with wide, interested eyes when they’d do pop-up flash booths in the streets. She even came into the shop once, trailing behind her firecracker of an older sister with a snaggle tooth and spiky hair. 

“Figures,” Jynx mutters. “Anywho, let’s get to it!”

“What do you have in mind?” Markus asks, professional as always. Just a job. 

She smiles wide and pulls a sheet of paper from her back pocket, handing it over to them. Markus takes it and unfolds it, eyebrow raising. They look up at her. “You know, something this size will take a few sessions. Also, its not policy for something like this to be a walk-in. However—”

She’s slams a gun on the table, something stocky and powerful. They hadn’t even seen the holster for it. Markus rolls their eyes, unfazed. 

“However, seeing as you’re an old friend, I’m willing to bend the rules a little. Give me a few moments to check my schedule and I’ll take you back.”

She preens, pleased. “Thanks Markus. Knew I could count on you.” She slings the gun around her pointer finger before shoving it back into it’s holster and going to sit down in a chair near the door. 

“Damned whipper-snappers,” Markus mutters, snapping their fingers. Latisha pops her head out of her office at the noise. “Ya boss?”

“Clear my schedule for the day, would ya?” They say, rubbing at their eyes. “Take any that are willing to change, and tell the rest to fuck off until next week. High priority client came in.”

Latisha side-eyes Jynx, who in now playing with string, looping it around her fingers into intricate little knots. “Will do.”

***

Markus prints out the stencils and places them across Jynx’ body, readjusting where she tells him to as she watches herself in the mirror. 

For the first session, he outlines it. Swirl after swirl, it begins to take shape under their hands. Jynx says nothing the first session; the only indication she’s even alive are the little huffs she sometimes lets out when they go over a tender spot. 

“See you in two weeks!” She says after their first session, and Markus shakes his head, smiling. 

***

The second session she won’t stop talking. Markus begins the process of coloring in the lines, carefully dabbing at her skin as ink and blood well beneath their gun. It’s a lot of blue. 

She chats about her day, and then about her week. She talks about who she killed the other day, and how she’s finally perfected the little bombs she used to work so hard on. Markus responds when they feel they need to, but otherwise lets her talk and talk. 

They finish the session and she beams at Markus, sweeping them into a big hug that shows off the strength of her wiry frame. They don’t know why they’re surprised — any one of Vander’s would be strong, and anyone close to Silco is stronger. 

One more session

***

This session, she’s a little quieter, but Jynx talks about how much she missed her sister, and how much she misses Vander. Near the end, with the voice of a confessionary, she talks about the night Vander died, and how Silco stepped in to take his place. Markus doesn’t know what to say as she cries silently, but they squeeze her shoulder once, to show that they’re listening. 

It’s finally done, and Jynx babbles about how much she loves it, and what a good job Markus did. She hugs him again and promises to keep in touch. Markus chuckles as she goes

***

Three days later, Silco himself is in their shop, fucked-up eye and all. Markus silently pushes a small button under their desk, and they hope their employees and any clients get out while they can. 

“The only reason I’m not killing you right here is because Jynx is ecstatic about the work you did, and I myself am pleasantly impressed,” the man says, a small smile on his lips. “I thought I had wrapped up all that remained of her old life. I hope you understand, this isn’t personal.”

Markus barks out a laugh, something stilted and rotten. “Just business, eh?”

Silco shrugs. “You’re a painful reminder of the past. I want to keep Jynx looking towards the future.”

With that, he snaps his fingers and Markus is grabbed, roughly. They don’t fight it, can’t. These are shimmer-junkies, and Markus has never even tasted a drop of the stuff. 

***

Prison sucks. Markus never thought they’d get to know this detail so intimately. Prison sucks, and they get beat up by the guards or fellow inmates or some combination of both. They eat slop, try to avoid solitary at all costs, and build tattoo guns out of trades gears and needles, buying ink off of someone with contact to the outside.

Sometimes they lay awake at night and tattoo meaningless designs into the skin around their ankles. They run out of space there, and move up. It’s soothing, familiar. 

***

They get moved, and they don’t know how long they’ve been down here. Could be decades, but has probably been years. Someone slaps their tray down next to theirs the first time they eat in their new place.

“Hey Markus. Long time no see.”

Markus looks up, and a fiery, grown-up Vi smirks at him, genuine and real. 

They stand to hug her, and Vi returns it, squeezing hard until a guard yells at them to break it up. 

“You’re not dead,” Markus says in wonder, and Vi shrugs. 

“Got nabbed by Silco’s corrupt cop the night everything went down. Been here ever since. But enough about me! What’d you do to land yourself in here?”

Markus shrugs. “I was always Vander’s. Silco just finally figured that out.”

She leans down, something hopeful in her eyes. “Have you seen Powder? 

They nod. “She’s out there. Silco has her, seems like ever since shit went sideways. Gave her a tat. It was a good one.”

Vi closes her eyes, settling beside them. “Fuck.”

***

They eat together the next day, and then Markus doesn’t see Vi for a few weeks. When they do again, she’s spitting mad and in a bad mood. 

“I know you have a contraband gun,” she says, settling heavily besides them. 

Markus nods, eying her warily. 

She clenches her fists on the table. Markus notices they’re bloodied and chaffed. She has a bruise under her eye. 

“I want something big,” she says, ignoring her slop in favor of flexing her fingers, clenching and unclenching them over and over. 

Markus shakes his head. “Of course you do.”

“Can you do that for me?” she asks quietly. “I think I’m being moved soon. Please.”

“Alright. Tonight,” they reply. “Anything in mind?”

Vi’s eyes go far away. “Back and shoulders. Arms. Gears. Smoke. And initials.”

Markus sighs. It will take all night. But if Vi wants it, they’ll do it for her. And then they’ll consider whatever debt they might still own Vander as repaid. 

“I’ll see what I can do.”

***

They end up having enough ink stored around for the idea forming in their mind. They get to work and Vi just sits silently, hands clasped into a fist that she rests her chin on. When Markus asks her to move, she does. When they ask her to stay still, she does. It’s morning meal by the time they finish, but Markus is proud of their work. Vi looks tired but extremely happy. Markus feels sore and achy and their fingers are half-numb from working for almost nine hours straight, but they are content. It's a sick piece of ink, if they do say so themself.

They eat together two more times, before she is moved, just like she said she would be. 

Markus never sees her again.

[meanwhileinstasiville]

If you want *me* to dispair over your relationship (hot girlfriend whatever) else *approve of your relationship* from this bench, (where a phil expy just "oh yeah?!?" rode by and to park next to an instantly materializing crowd of like twenty people, a not at all gang like situation)

Remember, your parents probably don't care so you think that someone should care about;

your resembling a television drug dealer stereotype from thirty years ago shaved head on the sides and all that stuff

your girlfriend's questionable relationship choices because people in the drug trade used to always have nice stuff

And bear in mind that I'm from Oregon where drugs were currency *especially in Ashland*, where I watched *a couple subsequent generations of drug dealers* do the same thing.

She's driving a car. Probably an SUV or else an upper grade stationwagon. She owns it because sex work is "clean money". She's hauling around a guy with one or possibly all of the following

Mod boots or doc martens

A shaved head partial or total

Dead eyes often covered by block raybans and later aviators

An apartment in the closest thing this community has to the projects.

Doesn't have the car because he has drug money. She's with him because he has nice stuff. This was the 80s and then the 00s up to today. *Motor mouth walks by* yes, and the source of that experience was a squat and fat Mexican with surveillance over the internet. And they remain Mexican despite that.

So back to the point, what are you guys going to do with children when you end up with them?

Because *single parent mother's* who I knew to be party girls back in the 2010s or even 00s, **are everywhere**. And *you want me to care* or people to envy you because that's better than no one does. So those kids you have or end up having; who raises them when *you,* had no parents? For real.