#call-plasma-jane

[cowplant-pizza]

Hi! I saw you’re semi wcif-friendly, so please ignore if you prefer, but I wanted to ask wcif Maeve’s tie dye sports bra, black drawstring shorts, and also possibly her denim skirt from the other day? Sorry to bother, I love her/your style! Thank you and hope you have a good day/night! /762627073563033600/active-formal-cold-weather

hellooo, you aren't a bother at all! ♥ i think i just linked the denim skirt you're after here but let me know if it's a different one!

sports bra │ shorts

[nucrests]

Hi! Your sims are amazing and I wanted to ask wcif Pamela’s shorts from this post please? They look so familiar but I can’t remember where they’re from. Thank you!! /759833731713351680/thesmith-siblings

True Blue (Shorts) by @softerhaze

[kamiiri]

Hey, I just wanted to share that I love your Strangetown story and can’t wait for future installments! I’ve seen a few posts here and there but I finally sat down and read everything start to finish and I was blown away. I wanted to send along some encouragement and say you’re an amazing storyteller and creator. Hope you have a good one!

wow thank you SO MUCH for sending this to me!! i'm so glad you are enjoying the story <3333 i really appreciate u 💘💘

[mappingthesky]

burning through you - part 4

hi bbs <3 here's part 4 of the werk room drabble, which I am now calling 'burning through you' as it is turning into a lengthy fic! i'm very proud of this chapter, i hope you love it as much as i do <3

Day Five

By the fourth smirk Morphine gave her that morning, Jane was about ready to smack it off her face. 

She’d been in a bad mood since the main stage the night before. Something about Morphine catching a glimpse of her in a moment of uncommon softness had Jane feeling like she’d been caught. Like an animal in a trap, she was about ready to gnaw her fucking leg off.

She had settled for gnawing at Amanda instead, which was all too easy. Jane was bothered and Amanda was there and looking like that. Could anyone really blame her? Besides, Jane needed to maintain her reputation, if only to Morphine.

Jane considered her bitchy remarks the balancing out of her brief stint in vulnerability. Amanda was merely the victim, looking busted at the wrong place at the wrong time. Of course, Amanda was oblivious to this, and made the rookie mistake of taking anything Jane said personally. Morphine’s jaw hitting the floor just barely made the argument worth it. Jane got bored of talking in circles very quickly, and fuck, Amanda could talk.

Jane knew it wasn’t fair coming for Amanda like that. Her real gripe was with Morphine, the only one here who knew Jane in the outside world. Whatever inexplicable emotional hold Nymphia was developing over Jane may not yet be noticeable to anyone else, but she worried her friend may be more sensitive to Jane’s subtleties than the rest. She’d be damned if she would be discovered as having a weakness. The thought terrified Jane. If anyone else was to catch a glimpse of her panic, a fragment of her discomfort, it could undo the illusion of herself she'd so carefully built up. Embroiling herself in a feud had seemed to Jane ample testament to her toughness, yet there was that same, knowing smile on Morphine’s face the next morning. Seeing it, Jane was suddenly all too aware of the girl in the yellow hoodie hovering somewhere over her right shoulder. She silently cursed whatever force kept bringing them together.

Morphine had suggested they work together in the challenge that day. Jane shut them down fast. That wiped the smile off Morphine’s face alright. Jane would feel bad later, for now she was keeping her friends far, far away.

Working with Megami was strategic, and not just because Jane was confident she could out-perform her. Megami had been sitting beside Jane when Nymphia had elicited Jane’s first defensive response towards her. She would consider crushing her in this challenge to be damage control.

Jane ended up having much more fun than she thought she would. She enjoyed losing herself in a character. It reminder her of why she was here in the first place. She emerged from line-reading feeling lighter. It occurred to her then that she hadn’t thought about Nymphia in a suspiciously long while. Weird. Glancing around the room, Jane spotted the girl reading lines with her group. She sat with her knees to her chest, tongue working the inside of her cheek. The expression on her face was hard to read- not quite panic, but certainly not the confidence she’d exuded the night before. Jane felt a pang in her chest.

They were two of the last girls in the room that night for different reasons. Jane was having fun embellishing her character, while Nymphia was rehearsing hers in twelve slightly different, increasingly frantic fonts. Jane found herself striding across the room for the thirteenth.

“How’re you doing sister?” she said, knees brushing against the couch, unsure if she was welcome to sit. Nymphia’s sigh was half a scream as she stretched her long arms.

“I don’t knowwww,” she whined, and let the script fall to the empty end of the couch. Jane accepted the invitation.

Jane scanned the room for Sapphira or Plasma. “Where’d the others go?” 

Nymphia shrugged and picked at her nails. “They said I’m fine. But. I’m not feeling it yet.” She sighed and started rubbing her eyes. “I think they think I’m being dramatic. Or something.”

Jane scooped up the script and flipped to the lines highlighted in yellow.

“Show me what you have so far.”

Nymphia whined again, hands over her face. Jane knew from experience what faking it looked like. She didn’t think it looked like this. Neither one said anything for a long moment.

“This isn’t my thing,” Nymphia finally mumbled from behind her hands.

Jane was glad she couldn’t see her smiling. “Yes it is. You’re acting a fool half the time you’re here. C’mon, read with me.”

Nymphia finally peered out from between her fingers, then dropped her hands. She groaned and sat forward, her knees brushing against Jane’s where they sat criss-cross applesauce on the couch.

“From the top,” Jane began.

Day Six

Morphine was still not talking to Jane, even though they were sitting side by side at the mirror. Jane knew how to apologize, a surprise to most, she just didn’t want to have to explain herself in this particular situation.

She didn’t have to. Nymphia skipped over to Jane’s station not long before they were set to film. She was humming when she hugged Jane from behind, long arms wrapping around her waist. Nymphia was a hugger, as Jane was begging to understand.

“Thank you Jane,” she sang, nestling into Jane’s neck all too comfortably. “For last night.”

“Feeling better?” Jane asked as nonchalantly as possible, pretending not to notice Morphine’s eyes burning a hole through the mirror. 

Nymphia nodded, unwrapping herself from Jane’s waist, “mhm. Thank you.”

Nymphia hovered for a moment, watching intently as Jane smoked out her black eyeshadow. Her hand reached out to ruffle through the hair of Jane’s platinum blonde wig, expertly disheveled for that just-fucked look. Nymphia, as Jane was not quite getting used to, was bad at keeping her hands to herself.

“You look good blonde,” Nymphia quipped, then turned on her heel and scampered away.

Morphine’s tongue popped. Jane pursed her lips and pretended she wasn’t blushing. 

“So is this why you’ve been a bitch to me this week, huh?” Morphine at least had the decency to wait until Nymphia was out of earshot. 

Jane scoffed, and smudged the corner of her red lip. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

Morphine just shook their head.

“Can’t believe you let her call you Jane. Bitch.”

-

Jane hadn’t been able to watch Nymphia’s skit, but she wasn’t surprised when she was called safe. Nymphia hadn’t needed the help. The girl had more than enough silly to go around. All she had needed was a little push. Still, there was something about being there for her that made Jane feel good inside. Nymphia mouthed another completely unnecessary ‘thank you’ to Jane as she scurried from the runway, her face glowing with pride. 

Jane joined Nymphia at the back of the stage not too long after. She tried to stand as far away from the girl as possible, because oh my god Nymphia was practically naked on the runway and her body was ridiculous and suddenly she didn’t know how to act. Nymphia did not seem to have the same concern. 

Nymphia’s perfectly manicured press-ons were flitting through the white feathers dancing at Jane’s sleeves, her mouth in a perfect O as she ooooh’d. “Pretty,” she whispered. A pause. “You look sexy in dark hair, too.”

Fuck.

Nymphia’s commentary made it hard for Jane to keep a straight face at the back of the stage. She was funny, or maybe Jane was just incapable of keeping herself together around the girl. Either way,it made Jane want to launch herself down a flight of steps, and then they were dancing to ‘Dark Lady’ and Jane was having fun. And then suddenly it wasn’t so fun anymore, because Mirage was standing at the end of the stage and dissolving into tears.

Jane could physically feel the energy in the room change. It ripped the air from her chest. Mirage was openly sobbing, and Jane felt hot tears spilling down her own face. The world, which had felt so very bright mere minutes before, was suddenly tinged with cruelty. Mirage, naive and messy and spitfire-sweetheart Mirage, was practically crumbling to pieces before their very eyes, and Jane felt she was looking reality right in its ugly face. It could be her, she thought to herself, it could be anyone. She felt Nymphia shaking beside her.

The moment seemed to drag on unbearably, and then Mirage was waving goodbye and the girls were trudging back through a darkened hallway, the heavy silence punctuated by breathy sobs and shaky gasps for air. Jane wasn’t sure who had reached for the other first, just that she was holding Nymphia’s hand and it felt like the only right thing to be doing in that moment.

The pair paused just before the light that filtered through the doorway. Virtually everyone had to collect themselves before passing into the next room, wiping the mascara from their cheeks and taking deep breaths. Morphine passed by, briefly leaning in to offer Jane a half-hug and a whispered ‘I love you’. Their gaze flickered to Nymphia for a moment, a look of concern crossing Morphine’s face before they disappeared into the next room.

Nymphia’s breathing was hard and heavy. Jane didn’t know why she asked Nymphia if she was okay. She knew what the answer was. Nymphia looked like she was searching for the right words, but nothing came out. Jane squeezed her hand.

“I know,” Jane said, “it’s okay,” It wasn’t, but its all she had. Nymphia nodded through tears.

Jane lifted her free hand to press the wetness from Nymphia’s cheeks. “I’d say don’t cry, it makes you ugly. But.”

Nymphia sputtered a laughed through her tears. Jane didn’t have to finish the compliment. Nymphia knew.

[anybodys-flowers]

Hi, I love your builds, they look so warm and realistic! I wanted to ask wcif the tv in this post? Thank you in advance! 760904951092346880/if-only-there-was-a-cc-sadako-coming-out-of-the-tv

@call-plasma-jane thank you! that's really kind <3 you can find the tv here.

[mogai-sunflowers]

MOGAI BHM- Belated Day 16!

happy BHM! today i’m going to be listing different important inventions by Black people!

Black Inventors-

Marie Van Brittan Brown invented modern home security systems.

Jane C. Wright invented several chemotherapy drugs still in use today.

Alan Emtage invented the first internet browser, which he called ‘Archie’.

George Carruthers invented the ultraviolet spectrograph, which eventually accompanied probes to the moon.

Mark Dean invented forms of processor chips and co-created the IBM computer in 1987.

Patricia Bath pioneered early laser cataract surgery.

Lonnie Johnson invented the popular Super Soaker.

Lewis Howard Latimer helped invent the telephone and invented carbon filaments which hugely improved incandescent light bulbs.

Garrett Morgan invented a form of a gas mask and the three-position traffic signal.

Dr. James West helped co-invent microphone technology.

Lisa Gelobter was crucial to inventing Shockwave, the internet’s first web animation technology.

Frederick McKinley Jones invented and innovated refrigeration technology, including refrigerated trucks which were crucial in WWII.

Alexander Miles invented automatic elevator doors.

Madame CJ Walker invented a huge hair and beauty line for African American hair.

Elijah McCoy invented the portable ironing board and Sarah Boone innovated it.

Alice Parker invented a heating furnace system still used by many today.

Charles Brooks invented the design and technology for modern trucks that clean and sweep city streets.

George Alcorn invented x-ray imaging spectroscopy.

Benjamin Banneker invented America’s first clock.

Otis Boykin invented improved electrical resistors that are used today in everything from TVs to computers to radios.

Dr. Charles Drew created innovations in blood plasma that led to the creation of blood banks.

Dr. Philip Emeagwali invented the world’s fastest computer.

James Parsons work led to the invention of stainless steel.

George Washington Carver invented many, many culinary products derived from peanuts.

There are many, many more. I can not list them all here. I highly recommend looking more into the history of Black inventors and innovators, especially in the field of STEM! There are some good resources below to get you started!

Tagging @metalheadsforblacklivesmatter 

Sources-

https://www.black-inventor.com/

https://www.eduporium.com/blog/eduporium-weekly-celebrating-significant-stem-accomplishments-by-black-innovators/

https://sphero.com/blogs/news/black-leaders-in-stem

https://www.idtech.com/blog/black-stem-innovators-who-defined-modern-world

https://news.vmware.com/dei/10-black-technology-inventors-innovators

https://www.biography.com/inventors/madam-cj-walker-black-inventors

https://www.black-inventor.com/george-alcorn

https://www.black-inventor.com/benjamin-banneker

https://www.black-inventor.com/otis-boykin

https://www.black-inventor.com/dr-charles-drew

https://education.nationalgeographic.org/resource/african-american-inventors-20th-and-21st-century/

[caffeineyum]

Muffins (Chapter 2)

Here we go!!! @biomecharnotaurus

It had been about two weeks since Jane and Alba had initially met. Since then Alba had shown up every night around 4am for muffins. On the nights that Jane didn’t work, she left Alba a muffin or two wrapped up. And when she did work, which was most nights. Jane had a couple muffins ready for Alba and she’d come sit with the Spartan. Alba liked the company, despite struggling with what made for good conversation. 

At one point Alba had asked Jane what her favorite weapon was only to get the response of “a whisk.” When Alba asked what that was Jane ran off laughing only to return with the whisk. Needless to say that took a bit to explain that it was only a melee weapon against eggs.

Tonight Alba was far from mentally stable. She was sweating and shaking as she half ran on her way to mess hall. Only seconds ago she had woken up with her heart beating out of her chest and heaving in oxygen. Sounds of plasma weapons echoed in her mind, crescendoed by screams. 

The Spartan rounded the finally corner into cafeteria. 

“Hey Alba!” Jane called from behind the counter, as the Spartan sat down at the table closest to the counter.  

“Hello Jane,” Alba responded, she willed her voice to sound calm but it shook slightly. She took a deep breathe and gripped the table to remind herself where she was. It helped a bit, the screaming in her head quieted as she focused on her surroundings and took another breath.

Jane’s footsteps sounded from around the corner. At the sound, Alba let go of the table and her head snapped the of the sound direction. 

Jane had not one, not two but three muffins for Alba today. Alba blinked to clear her vision, unsure if she was hallucinating from lack of sleep. There were definitely three muffins on the plate. 

“Three?” Alba blurted out in surprise. 

“Yep,” Jane confirmed, putting the plate down next to her and taking a seat next to her. “Thought you could use them today,” Jane added with a smile. 

“Thank you,” Alba replied and started taking off the wrapper on the first one. Jane took her normal seat atop the table with her legs crossed.

“Are you alright? You look worse… than usual.” Jane asked gently, tilting her head to the side. 

“I-I don’t sleep well,” Alba admitted, that was really all she could think to say. Nightmares were a constant, the shrinks had called it PTSD. It was one of the reasons Alba had been removed from the field. 

“Is that why you’re always here around the same time?” Jane asked. Alba simply nodded, silently munching on her muffins. 

“Oh, I’m sorry. That has to be really hard,” Jane said, Alba took another bite out of the muffin. The Spartan had never really thought about it as “hard” it was just something her body did. Sure it was awful but now it was normal to her. Alba half shrugged in response, finishing muffin number one.

“It got me here,” Alba finally said, breaking the silence. “I like it here,” Alba mumbled, “the muffins are good,” she added. Jane beamed at the muffin comment. 

“Your job seems like it would be pretty fun!” Jane smiled at Alba, propping her chin up on her hand. “And the ship is nice, plus the people here are as well,” She added.

“It’s calm, here,” Alba determined, she liked the atmosphere here. Because the ship was a hospital and training ship it was rare for them to see any real threats. As for the people, she wasn’t too sure what she thought. Most kept their distance. Although her trainees were different, she felt a bit of a soft spot for them. And Johnson wasn’t too bad either, while sometimes annoying he was a grounding presence for Alba. Now this muffin angel Alba had met, she was starting to really like. But she wondered, why… why was she being so nice? Alba looked at Jane and into her grey star like eyes. There had to be a reason. Everyone else treated her like an outsider and yet this woman treated her normally. 

“Alba,” Jane started gently. “You’re doing it again,” Alba blinked at her, then she realized what Jane was trying to tell her. Alba had been staring at her. Jane had noticed Alba’s tendency to stare within the first couple days of them chatting. “What are you thinking about?” Jane asked. 

“Um… why are you so nice to me?” Alba asked, looking away from Jane and back to the muffins.

“What are you talking about?” Jane questioned. Did Jane not realize how Spartans were treated normally?

“Most people… keep their distance,” Alba paused. “They’re afraid,” she finished. Jane blinked a couple times processing what was said to her. 

“Well you’re nothing but human to me,” Jane smiled. 

“Why-y?” Alba stammered, she was grateful for Jane but it still didn’t make any sense to her. 

“I try not to judge people by how they look because under all that we’re all still human,” Jane paused. “My mother taught me that,” 

Alba felt a rush of emotions and heat to her face as her eyes watered a bit. The Spartan wasn’t quite sure what was happening to her but she felt happy. This was a kindness she had never felt before. 

Before she knew it, Jane wrapped her arms around Alba in a hug. Alba froze at first unsure how to process it or what to do before gently hugging Jane back. Her vision blurred slightly as Alba rested her head on Jane’s shoulder. 

“Thank you,” Alba whispered to her. The Spartans much larger frame hunched over into Jane’s smaller one.

[aurorangen]

15 OC Questions

I really wanted to do this so thank you for tagging me @natiesims ❤️ I've put it under the cut bc you know Bryce he would talk a lot!!

Are you named after anyone? I dunno but as you can tell my Dad wanted us all to have b names.

When was the last time you cried? Umm I don't wanna talk about it but yeah my break up...

Do you have kids? KIDS?!? Man I'm still young!!!

Do you use sarcasm? I'm the most sarcastic guy you'll ever meet.

What's the first thing you notice about people? Their eyes *wink*

What's your eye color? Green. We've all got our Dad's eyes.

Scary movies or happy endings? Scary movies heh. Me and my bro love to scare the shit out of Bailey when watching them.

Any special talents? Besides from looking this good *chuckles* so many, basically I'm good at everything there's-

Where were you born? Evergreen Harbour, I've got many bad memories from that place, I'm so glad to finally live the beach life.

What are your hobbies? Since coming to Sulani any water sports. You could say I'm your surfer guy.

Have you any pets? Our golden retriever Goldie. He's been with us for as long as I remember and I love him. Mum called saying he's not been well and had to visit the vets, so I hope it's not serious.

What sports do you play/have played? Y'know I'm quite an athletic guy and have done all sorts. Billy got me into football, but my favourite is definitely swimming.

How tall are you? 185 cm. I refuse to believe Billy is taller than me, apparently he's 186 cm. Must be the way he styles his hair.

Favorite subject in school? All the science subjects chemistry, biology and physics. Actually I aced everything...except maths. God I hated maths, just got a passing grade huh.

Dream job? I'm living the dream. A marine biologist right next to the water. Life is so sweet.

I loved doing this, to think and talk like Bryce!! I'll tag: @duusheen @minty-plumbob @plasma-janes @opheliasprings @d4isy-nukes but feel free to ignore, I don't know who's done it already!!

[kofencrew]

casual occult simmer with a tendency to build with a 5% skill buff from plasma janes. You can call me Jae.

Directory:-

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#buildbuymode

#sims-from-the-crypt

resources(TS2)

Challenges

ISBI :- casual — occult

build-a-city(BACC) :- Redwood Shores — Newberry Hills — The Narrow Wilds

Apocalypse Challenge — chrono • recent

occult sim challenge — my own CAS challenge centered around premades.

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[moonfromearth]

~ Catherine Calloway ~

for @wildmelon 's mini bachelorette challenge!!

💕 YA (technically) 💕 She/Her 💕 Good Vampire, Bookworm, Proper, Loner 💕 Cross-Stitch, Piano, Plasma Janes 💕 Mischief, Socialization 💕 Catherine isn't exactly what you'd call a "fun" sim. Even before she was turned her interests were much more quiet than those of the people around her. While others danced the night away, she much preferred a quiet corner, alone, with a book or her piano.

However, that doesn't keep others from trying to get her out and about. Her companions and coworkers drag her around the city to every party in town, forcing her to socialize and, occasionally, have a small amount of fun.

This year, they have their sights set on a lower east side party. How they were invited, Catherine preferred not to ask, but soon enough they were shoving an RSVP form her way, begging her to sign.

Deep down, though, despite her cold and practical exterior, she truly believes in love at first sight. That two people could lock eyes from across a crowded room and feel as if they were the only ones in it. But she doesn't think that happens for real... Or does it?

(private download)

[glassfullofsass]

tagged by @eyrie-of-synapses 💚

I am really bad about responding to these even though I love being tagged and snooping on everyone's responses. If you've tagged me and I didn't answer, please know that I am not ignoring you. I am just suffering.

Favorite color: green. Soft, sage greens down to the really, really dark greens that are almost black.

Currently reading: To Be Taught if Fortunate by Becky Chambers, a space exploration novella. I'm only a chapter or so in, but her Wayfarer series is pretty good (the second book, A Closed and Common Orbit is the best). Also Pride & Prejudice by Jane Austen, which I've read before, but it's an easy size and shape to manage one handed so I read it when I'm giving plasma.

Last song: "Tumbleweed" my favorite song off of Jeremie Albino's recent album The Tears You Hide.

Last series: TV, Killjoys, a SyFy show from...geeze, cir. 2016? I watched most of the first season when it aired, but just picked it back up again. I'm mid way through s2. Definitely some heavy handed tropes - I'm talking Femme Fatale and Gay Bartender caricatures moreso than characters, but it's still pretty satisfying if you want space and pretty people to look at. Podcasts...I just finished Novitero, InCo, Erraticus, and This Planet Needs a Name all within the last couple of weeks. I'm clearly in a Space mood. I am buying Stars, Hide Your Fires as we speak (thanks for the reminder Synapse!)

Last movie: the 2005 Pride & Prejudice. I watched the BBC miniseries recently also. Also in a Jane Austen mood. Please comment all the Good Jane Austen in Space adaptations.

Currently working on: hahaha uhhh a bunch of fics that I'm not making a lot of progress on. I'm always knitting a dishcloth because it keeps my hands busy during zoom calls. I finish one and start the next. I'm slowly painting my house room by room. I still need to finish the trim in the office.

Tagging some friendly faces from the feed - feel free to join in if you want- just copy the questions and make a new post! @spocks-evil-godmother @jonquila @show-me-orion @party-gilmore

[anarchosimdicalist]

entries for @slothseasims love is blind challenge! biographies and image descriptions under the cut.

Lysander the Monstrous

Age: Somewhere in the realm of 600 (appears early 30s) Gender: Trans man (He/him) Location: Forgotten Hollow Sexuality: Gay Occupation: None (living off mysterious vampire money hoarded over the centuries)

Adrian Judith "AJ" Blum

Age: 24 Gender: Nonbinary (They/them) Location: From Henford-on-Bagley, living in San Myshuno Sexuality: Bisexual Occupation: Aspiring photographer, actual retail employee

Lysander has been kicking around a long time, and he's done all the vampire-y shit you can think of. He's led armies in wars long forgotten about; ruled lands that no longer exist; drained more people than you've met; been woman, man, both, neither and man again; fallen in love over and over - and, of course, outlived every last one. He learnt to compartmentalise, learnt to get used to grief - but what goes up must come down, and when all the loss built up in him, he holed away in his castle to do the most vampire-y shit of all: mope around like a big loser and think about death for a few decades.

But no more! Last year, Lysander found out about a fascinating new invention called "tele-vision" - and it gave him a new lease for life! Now, instead of gazing dramatically out of his windows for days at a time, Lysander could gaze instead at his fancy new television. In particular, he took an interest in Love Is Blind. When he realised, to his delight, that they were looking for contestants for their new season, he didn't hesitate. It singlehandedly pulled him out of his stupour, and he's been a new man since. He's dyed his hair, got a whole new personal style going on - all because he's ready to fall in love again, and this show is going to help him! No, he doesn't know what a midlife crisis is. Stop asking.

AJ would like to make it clear up front that they don't usually go in for this sort of thing. As far as they're concerned, this is a bourgeois exploitation of human emotion, all for the bottom line of a streaming company that only cares about people like AJ when it makes them money. They spent a month watching the show every night after work - ironically, of course - and, quite wine-drunk, signed up as a joke. That's all. And sure, they could have backed out by now. It would have been easy. But...

Okay, fine, so there is no "but". So they're a hypocrite. The truth is, moving out of their parents' house to San Myshuno has been harder than they thought. They told themselves they hated Henford-on-Bagley, hated its oppressive small-town sweetness, hated the inescapable green of it all. But now they're out of there, all they want is to hike through the woods again, look for birds, see familiar faces every day. San Myshuno feels so big, and they feel so small there. They can be as cynical as they like - it doesn't change that the city makes them unbelievably lonely. So maybe marriage is a patriarchal scam, and maybe this show is an exploitative performance of it. But maybe it'll be fun. Maybe it could be good for them to meet someone.

[ID: two images, the first of Lysander and the second of AJ. In the first, tinted pink, Lysander is floating on his back in a swimming pool, wearing floral-patterned swimming trunks. Superimposed on top of this are the words "Lysander the Monstrous" and "erratic, childish, adventurous" in pink, and two further screenshots of him - one on the left dancing in a hawaiian shirt with a banana pattern and trousers with a wavy blue and orange pattern and one on the right drinking a plasma jane in a black fishnet shirt under a red crop top that reads "bite me", and heart-shaped sunglasses. Lysander is a slightly chubby vampire with long wavy pink hair, a beard, and off-white skin. The second, tinted sepia, follows a similar structure. The background image is of AJ in a green jumper, grey fanny pack, and brown tartan trousers, crouching down to pet a brown rabbit in front of some overgrown ruins. The text is in green and reads "AJ Blum" and "loves outdoors, slob, art lover". In the left screenshot, AJ is jogging, wearing a green long-sleeved shirt and yellow dungarees. In the right, they are sitting in a red armchair, reading a book with a hammer and sickle symbol on the cover, wearing an open green dressing gown with a floral pattern and green trousers. They are a thin sim with a light brown mullet, an angular face, tanned white skin, and tattoos on their forearm, collarbone, stomach, and hand.]

[victorluvsalice]

-->Anyway – once Smiler was done with their sale, I had them pack up the stand and the food, all while Janae – our Customer Of The Day – kept chatting with them (possibly hoping for another hit of that sweet sweet pumpkin spice). I realized that they’d probably had enough good interactions for a thirsty Smiler to get a drink off her –

But then I thought, “Wait, it’s Night On The Town. And I don’t want Smiler to have a bad holiday – maybe I should have the gang hit a bar real quick so they can order a Plasma Jane? Aw, but that doesn’t help poor Marm – really, he should ignore this holiday, he doesn’t freaking eat–

“...hold on a second. I learned earlier with Victor and Alice that it doesn’t matter if you GET the food, only that you ORDER it.” Pause. “Oh, ALEAH~”

XD Yes, in a twist move, that stupid glitchy food stall proved to be the key to making sure ALL of my Sims successfully completed the holiday, not just the ones capable of eating normal human food! I had Smiler go ahead and hit up Janae for the drink (which she gave willingly) while directing Marm to fly over to the stall to order a carrot cupcake (he took his book with him, amusingly – the library’s going to want that back, Marm!). Sure enough, Aleah closed up shop the moment he ordered, and he successfully fulfilled the tradition – I then just let him hang out until Smiler could fly over and unsuccessfully order a drink to successfully complete the holiday. XD This game is fucking bizarre sometimes… But yeah, I was pretty happy to have turned the glitch to my advantage, and resolved to just let everyone hang out until Alice finished her jog up to the Prescott house…

-->Aaaand then it started raining again. And when I tried to get Marm to fly back inside the library, he wouldn’t do it, instead just standing in the rain and losing durability at an alarming rate (at least until he remembered to put up his umbrella). Okay, time to head home then! I had Smiler make the call and get them back to the farm (where it was fortunately still dry), then had them give poor Marm a tune-up by the sign while Alice went to feed Toothy and Victor went back to the piano to keep working on his song. Alice then published both of the books sitting in her inventory (the “Tarts” book got sold to a regular publisher, while “Nicer Stories of Wonderland” got submitted to the literary digest) before heading upstairs to start a new one – a romance book called “Polyam-For-Me.” XD What can I say, I like a pun! While she wrote about her experiences as one side of the “hinge” between Victor, Smiler, and herself, Smiler finished Marm’s tune-ups, then went to put the laundry in the dryer while Marm flew off to practice some Simbles. *nods* Important party skill, that. :p I then noticed that both the radio in Smiler’s own room and in the party barn were broken, so I had Smiler fix both, then decided to keep them busy by having them upgrade the party barn stereo with “Super Reception” to get more stations and “Firaxium Wiring” to make it unbreakable. *shrug* They had the parts! Marm finished up their solo Simbles game, so I sent them to the living room to read the Herbalism skill book we got at some point (more skills, more enhancement data), then checked in on Alice –

-->And found her werewolf Fury getting worryingly high because I hadn’t realized her “I have to go outside” instincts had triggered. Whooops. I decided “okay, at this point, it’s just easier to knock you over than calm you down,” had her run out into the backyard, then had her transform, howl, scavenge, and mark her territory until she pushed herself into a RAMPAGE! Where I had her keep scavenging for a little bit (she picked up a ruby, which was nice), before having her regain control of herself and return to normal. XD Yeah, rampages are – really not a threat to her and her friends anymore – they’re more just a good opportunity to get werewolf XP. With her Fury cleared, I had her run back upstairs to get back to work on her book –

Aaaand she almost immediately finished it. XD Leaving her in a very focused mood where she felt capable of accomplishing great things (thanks to the book apparently being a masterpiece, nice). I thus sent her downstairs to paint –

And the day came to an end with Victor working on his song, Alice painting something impressionistic, Marm reading more books, and Smiler finishing up their radio upgrades. And all of them having had a successful Night On The Town! *whew* Another long playsession, but definitely a good one. And here is where I would normally give you a teaser of what's coming up in the next update –

Except. I unfortunately have some very sad news. I attempted to play Sims this past weekend, and discovered that I can no longer actually access the lot that Victor, Alice, Smiler, and Marm all live on in the Chill Valicer Save. It seems to have fallen victim to an infinite loading screen bug. I initially thought that the issue was related to Wonderful Whims in some way (judging by the Last Exception files I was getting trying to access the household), but after a few e-mails back and forth with "Husk" (who answered my query to the Wonderful Whims e-mail), my latest test revealed that the infinite loading screen happens even with an empty Mods folder. Meaning, unless Husk gets back to me with a definitive way on how to fix things, we're going to have to consider this the last Chill Valicer Save update. :( I will give you an update as things develop, but – yeah. At least this isn't a terrible note to end things on?

[romilly-jay]

COSY CATASTROPHE: A glimpse at the WIP...

Finding ways to process this existential threat was central to my doctoral thesis, Working Through Climate Grief (2021), and floats in the background of my WIP, although it is never directly a plot point.

Nevertheless, the sense of unfolding crisis permeates; it is a hot core to my work, with no single story or simple resolution.

Jane Alison has a name for this kind of structure in her creative writing craft book, Meander, Spiral, Explode (2019). She calls it a radial or explosion structure; radial, in the sense of petals around the centre of a flower, and explosion like the flares of solar plasma being expelled from the burning heart of the sun.

Alison’s example text is Gabriel Garcia Marquez’s Chronicle of a Death Foretold:

We know from the first paragraph that it will happen but then circle around and around it, near and far, until finally striking the bloody centre. This could have been a linear narrative. Why start at the central moment and circle around it for 100 pages? Because the killing isn’t the point, of course; what matters are the omissions and consequences (Alison, 2019, p. 169-70).

Underlying the rising and falling action of the mechanics of the plot, my WIP novel has a pervasive ambivalence, which is driven by awareness of lurking dangers on both small and large scale.

I believe and hope that I’ve created a satisfying, morally nuanced world that my readers* can enjoy discovering.

Part of writing this story against a backdrop of dramatic, turbulent events includes not making light of the background deaths (except in one instance where the reader is invited to find this unacceptable) and not allowing the main characters to behave as if the background disaster never happened – at least, not all the time.

The result is cosy-ish rather than cosy.

[*I'm choosing to believe they do and will exist...]

References

§Alison J. (2019) Meander, spiral, explode: design and pattern in narrative. New York: Catapult.

§Marquez , G. G. (2014) Chronicle of a death foretold. Translated from the Spanish by G. Rabassa. Reissue edn. London: Penguin. (First published in 1981.)

[handelplayssims]

It is 6AM! It is evidently the holiday of TV Season Premire, a holiday only teens care about! Anyway, I’m actually around to do some gardening around the house! The gardening of plasma fruit and the other strange plants that work for vampiric drinks. I tend to sell the wolfsbane and the mosqito trap though. Only the plasma fruit do I really need. Annnd we got work with Omar alongside the kids going to school. Been an age.

Okay here’s a thing that’s been bugging me. Omar was going to work in his casual outfit. I tried to get him to modify his career outfit but he was still in his everyday one. I think it’s a vampire thing. So now we’re just going to switch one of his everyday outfits into a doctor one. ...our doctor thing wants us to run a treadmill test and we can’t do that on children. All of our patients are children! And I didn’t get the diagnosis right on the kid. It was a 50/50 shot since all I saw was the fever. House call popped up so at least I can do that to make the day better. And maybe get adults waiting in line when I come back.

...all of the house patients are not sims of this household. Ha. All three got examined and medicine and then it’s back to the hospital. Still nothing but kids back there. Alas. At least we got the kid treated for her illness. There we go! We got a lady with an illness. ...and she despises Omar. FUN. Since it’s near the end of his workday, we’ll just run some tests before heading off.

We return home and both Tamarra and Harrison are off at their other jobs. Fun! Oh and Roxana is thirsty. Let’s mix up a plasma jane for her then. Let’s see. Selena wants to become enemies with her father Omar. Glorious! Well, I was just going to have her shout forbidden words and then discipline her and then the Sims decided to be even more mean to each other. Great. Wonderful. And trying to teach manners didn’t work. Ah what fun. Welp, time to see if being mean does raise social and yep! It does. Anyway, now Selene is in time out and Omar is just going to do a punch downstairs. Boxing thing set up after all.

Ha! Roxana wants to have a child but alas, she is vampire. Which I mean, she could, there’s nothing to say vampires in the Sims 4 can’t have children, I just find it weird that she can in the first place. She did have Emile and Selena but at this point, I made her ‘infertile’ by making her not be able to have children in the sexuality settings. You gotta have some drawbacks to being creatures of the night!

...WOW. Roxana’s second whim is to be mean to a child, as apart of her childish trait. WELL NOW. I’m going to put her into a playful mood and then impishly pester Selena. That seems about right. She jokes but jokes in a way that actually hurts her kids feelings. Hmm. She got disciplined again for being mean...I could have her apologize but she likely thinks her parents are too weird with their strange hissing. So another insult! And we’re up to level 5 social! Now let’s let Roxana put her to bed. Oh and Omar and Emile also watched tv alongside them. Just weren’t apart of the conversation.

Let’s see. Oh geez. We’re having a lot of vampires pop on by our doorstep. THEY KNOW. But hey, it’s not as if Roxana and the rest of the family wouldn’t mind. Time to say hello and befriend these other vampires! Annnd Tamara is now a vampire. Fun! Once we’re done with this day, we’ll move her out elsewhere. Honestly, I would stick her in Del Sol Valley, if it weren’t for the fact that A) vampire, and B) it’s a rather extremely sunny area.

Anyway, I did my usual thing of pulling up outfits from the main sim into the normal sim and turning them black! Very simple. I don’t really use dark mode much anyway. Now let’s see...I don’t much like getting abilities until we have a good selection of weaknesses to choose from but at least the first tier is free. Let’s pick up detect personality and occult disciple to start with. Her first whim is to...become enemies with Jeb. Could do but we have a vampire gathering going on! I’ll at least set up Roxana to try to teach Tamara the basics of vampirism.

Right. One of the things for Omar to do is to go into full parent mode. So I’m gonna cheat the system and have Harrison shout forbidden words and then discipline him and then cheat that until he gets to go into full parenting mode. There we go! And now his need decay will slow down a lot for 2 hours. And considering he’s on the cusp of thirsty, that’ll help. Let’s see. Last thing is to have a child with three positive character value traits. I hope Harrison will count for this. Anyway, he’s ageing up this time so normally, I would rotate off of that aspiration but I might as well keep it on. Besides which, he still needs that empathy up! Let’s see...you know, we can still volunteer, even at this time. Let’s get that empathy up!

And with Emille, the always sleeping, finally waking up, and Roxana training her new protege, we head towards-

Neighborhood Watch!

Forgotten Hollow: The Goode household moved out.

And let’s get Tamara into a new home! Until she can meet the money threshold for Del Sol Valley, she’s gonna stick in San Myshuno. In the last low-cost apartment available. Which is not a good apartment at all to linger in so GOOD LUCK!

[maccreadysbaby]

saw you have a voltron oc can you answer these

Name

age

species

Affiliation (galra, blade of marmora, team voltron, etc)

backstory

family if any

role in voltron series

Heheheheheh okay!

Voltron Character Sheet!

Name; Cassiopeia Jane Piersen — goes by “Cassie,” “Cass,” and “Jane” (Jane is only used by her father)

Age; Eighteen

Species; Half-human, half-Adorian. Adoria is an earth-like planet in the Skalronic System, where three small planets orbit two stars, Skalron and Havarus, in a figure-eight pattern. Adoria is primarily blue when looked upon thanks to the five to six hundred foot tall blue trees that glow at night. The inhabitants live mostly in carefully built cities shielded from a bird’s eye-view by the trees.

Affiliation; The Trepidation Society (formerly), Team Voltron (Paladin of the Purple Lion)

Backstory; Cassie grew up on Adoria with her single human father, Dawson, and her half human, half Adorian brother, Atlas. Their solar system was more or less safe from the Galra due to its relatively small amount of beneficial resources — there wasn’t much to be desired from their planet. Or so they thought. When Cassie was just twelve, the Galra ransacked the planet to get their hands on the plasma that made up the planet’s core. It was frighteningly unstable and a source of sustainable energy that didn’t require Quintessence. Cassie watched most everyone she knew die at the hands of the Galra — including her father.

She and about a hundred others managed to escape the planet on a ship harbored by their local trader. The ship was called the Oddessey.

They wanted to fight back against the Galra. Their temporary leader, Vexen, had been in the Adorian military and decided they were going to train and fight back.

That’s how they formed The Trepidation Society. A small group of combat and stealth enhanced individuals that wanted nothing more than to destroy the Galra. They’d contacted the Blade of Marmora several times but never made a tangible alliance.

During her six years living in the Oddessey, Cassie met Alden, a boy only a year older than her that had fled Adoria as well. He didn’t look like them, though — Adorians had green skin and hair, built like a human with big black eyes. Cassie was half human, so she had human colored skin, gray human eyes, and green hair. But Alden — he had blue skin. Blue skin with highly distinguishing, lighter marks around his eyes and on his forehead. His hair was stark white. He was half-human, built like a human, colored like a species no one had ever seen before. He was truly a phenomenon.

They became close friends growing up in the Trepidation Society and tan several successful missions as partners.

Then the Galra found their ship. And they destroyed it. Cassie and Alden escaped in a pod.

Then, while Cassie was flying it, the back half was compromised, so the cockpit sealed itself off and separated Cassie and Alden in two halves of the ship. She was too focused on trying to get the door open that she didn’t dodge an incoming laser. It blew the back half of the ship off and took Alden with it.

Cassie, sealed in the cockpit and riddled with grief of losing everyone she knew, sent out a distress signal and fell unconscious due to the failing life support systems. That’s how she woke up in the Castle of Lions, in a healing pod.

Family; She grew up with her father and brother, but lost them when she was twelve. The closest thing she has to family after that is Alden, her best friend, and Vexen, their mentor.

Role in Voltron; Cassie pilots the purple lion, respectively named Violet, as a kind of backup for Voltron. No one, not even Allura knew the purple lion existed until they found it. It doesn’t connect to Voltron at all — rather serves as a kind of sidekick. She can’t fly it for a while at first, because she lost Alden while flying a ship and gets awful flashbacks. But when they really need her, she’ll get over it and be there.

Also wanted to include some extra cool lore I came up with for her Species and Lion!

Vintex; The Vintex is a traditional Adorian weapon that resembles a two sided light saber. It is a very complex nanotechnology that bonds to its owner and feeds off of their emotions and energy. It can do many different things, but it only unlocks when the owner needs it. Cassie doesn’t have her own Vintex — she has her brother, Atlas’s. It hardly works at first because it isn’t bonded to her but… she’ll get there.

Bayard; The suit and bayard for the purple lion were contained inside of it. Her bayard turns into a bow with almost a dozen different arrows that have different abilities. She uses it more than her Vintex because it actually works.