#cat herders day

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12/15/2024 is International Tea Day 🫖🇮🇳, Bill of Rights Day 🇺🇸, Cat Herders Day 🐈‍⬛️🇺🇸, National Cupcake/Lemon Cupcake Day 🧁🇺🇸

[subby-sab]

Today is 15th of December.

Today is National Cupcake Day, Ugly Sweater Day, National Wear Your Pearls Day, National Cat Herders Day.

[ami-ven]

Happy National Cat Herders Day!

[fancyfeathers]

@zainiscompletelydone333 asked a question

If the darlings were animals or birds, what would they be??

Oh this is an interesting thought

William’s darling would definitely be a rabbit or perhaps a mouse, like something very fragile and easily vulnerable to predators. Or I could definitely see a chinchilla as well.

Albert’s darling would definitely be a ferret since they're playful, affectionate, and quiet for a large part of the day. Ferrets also need to have others around, like other ferrets or their owners since they are social creatures.

Louis’ darling is a cat, but like the type who bites your hand if you even look at them wrong but then they are affectionate with only one person and you are just standing there like what the fuck. So feral street cat.

Sherlock’s darling is a dog, probably a husky or a beagle, super dramatic and whiney, but also super energetic and lively. Like she gets all whiney when Sherlock won’t let her in on a case just like a dog would.

Mycroft’s darling is a pomeranian, I can’t explain this one but if you know you know.

Moran’s darling is probably also a cat, but more of the ones that are super chill and honestly do not care what you do as long as you don’t bother them.

Bonde’s darling would be probably a robin since they are a form of songbird and it just fits the idea of Bonde’s darling being not to different from him when he was Irene Alder.

Von Herder’s darling would probably be an owl since they are often connected to intelligence and wisdom which kind of suits how I have written her.

Fred’s darling would either be a hummingbird or a doe, a female deer. I literally cannot explain this one besides it just fits with the vibes I get from them.

[mischieffae]

Immortal Ties | Loki x f!reader |

Summary:  Every year, the Gods descend to Midgard to choose mortal candidates for their brutal games.  If the last survivor wins, they will be blessed to have a seat within Valhalla and granted one glorious request.  Loki, God of lies and Tricks, settles upon his candidate Reader, a lone wolf desperate to claw her way from her harsh reality.  First chosen by mere curiosity Loki soon begins to realize they are more alike than he thinks.  Will the trickster fall head first for a mortal destined to win back her freedom?  And will you reciprocate said feelings for a God of Lies? 

Warnings: Graphic depictions of violence, blood, war games, eventual smut, cat and mouse, enemies to lovers

Chapter List - 1/? (this will be ongoing!)

Chapter 1: Hunger Strikes

A harsh punch struck your cheek, stars beginning to dance in your vision as you were lifted off the ground.  You’ve gotten yourself into trouble more times than you could count, but today was one of those days you would gladly take back.  Who knew that stealing an apple would cause this much havoc?  Ok, maybe it wasn’t just an apple, and perhaps one from the Goddess Idun herself, but at the time you were too hungry to care for the consequences.

Hunger always seemed to trump over sense.

You could feel a pool of blood begin to stir in your mouth, the copper tang causing your brows to knit before spitting upon the ground.  A small smirk formed on your face as the captor gripped tighter on your collar, shaking you with each biting word as if scolding a child.

“Is stealing apples your way of living, rat?”

You lift your chin defiantly, a single finger raised before giving a throaty chuckle.

“One apple, actually.  And don’t forget it’s golden hue.”

The farmer cursed under his breath before flinging your body to the ground, his hands patting together as if your very touch were filth upon his fingers.  A crowd had begin to form around you both, all eager to see how this show would play out.  But unfortunately for them, it would end all too soon.  Before the farmer could even turn his back, you were no where to be found, a puzzled look settling on his features. 

        · · ─── ·𖥸· ─── · ·

“Here, don’t eat too much at once.”  

You threw the golden apple in your band of misfits’ direction, little hands lifting to catch the sacred fruit in excitement.  A mop of tousled brown hair peeked from behind a piece of hanging tapestry used as a doorway, his toothy grin widening happily.

“An apple from Idun?  How did you manage to get one of those?”

A group of curious eyes glanced in your direction, one of the children holding the apple as if it would burn their hands.  They were a rough patch, all ranging from the ages of six to sixteen.  The home life hadn’t been very kind to them, so naturally you gravitated to being their provider and mentor.  You had been living on the streets since the age of seven, so you’ve had your experience.  You had never belonged anywhere, always fighting for your way to the top of the chain while struggling to keep food in your belly.  If you could provide them with the things you did not have, your life would be fulfilled.

“Now now, you don’t ever question the whereabouts of a gift,” said Finn, the oldest child of the group.  He patted the curious one’s shoulder in reassurance, giving a small playful wink. 

“You really ought to be careful there.  If they catch you, we might become lost sheep without it’s herder.” 

You let out a teasing huff, settling yourself upon a decaying wooden crate while using a dagger to clean your nails.

“I’ve been doing this for a long time kid.  Catching me is hardly my concern.”

“But it is ours!  We-….”  Finn swallowed thickly, the other children noticing his tension.  “We would be astray without you.  Don’t make it harder for us than it is.”

The playful tone he once had soon dissipated with an unsettled aura,  the sound of munching apple filling the air as he whispered closely to your ear.  “You’ve done so much for us in such a short period of time.  Please, do not gamble fate.”

“Sometimes you need to gamble in life Finn.  You might win a mighty prize if you do.” His eyes filled with realization from your words, his throat bobbing with a thick feeling in his stomach.  “You mean to-..”

You could feel your heart clenching in your chest from his look of fear, but it was the only choice you had for their possible freedom.  The thought had crossed your mind countless of times before.  But now, it could possibly be reality. 

“If I can win the tournament, I can grant one request.  I can grant you all freedom, a life without hunger and fear.  A life where you will all be safe, happy, with a roof above your heads and a fire to keep you warm.”  You paused, tears threatening to fall from your eyes.  “You will all have the life you’ve always wanted, and I can sit in the halls of Valhalla knowing that you are all in good hands.”

“But you will be gone….forever.”

There was a long silence around you, those words a heavy weight you could not bear to hold.  Finn could sense your discomfort from the truth, knowing fully well that once your mind was made up it was almost impossible to persuade.  What if you did succeed?  What if they were able to have the life they always wanted?  But what if you didn’t?  What if you lose your life, and they lose not only their protection but their friend as well?

But, life is a gamble.  One that they all must take.  And if anyone deserved to have a happy ending it would be you.

Sensing the turn in thought, you reach for the young man’s hand with a warm embrace, squeezing tightly with a trembling smile.  You could only mouth the words ‘thank you’, tears running down your dirt covered cheeks.

He just hoped, and prayed, that they didn’t make a mistake.

                       · · ─── ·𖥸· ─── · ·

You tug upon the hood of your cloak as you weaved in and out of the tight crowd of onlookers, the village’s once empty courtyard now riddled with excitement.  There was a cloud of dirt and smoke from the Bifrost’s landmark, various tall figures standing with a regal of importance.  There stood Thor son of Odin, Sif and the Warrior’s Three, and Loki Laufeyson, all eager to choose their mortal fighter.  The crowd hollered for acceptance, some trampling upon others to get in the front of the line.  It was like a hoard of mice.

Only one champion remained to be picked.  Loki’s regal blue eyes scanned the sea of onlookers, a slender hand outstretching to point at a brutish looking blacksmith.  The other hand, towards your direction.

“You, and you.  To the front.”  

A fire ignited behind your gaze, your lips forming into a smirk as the crowd dispersed to create a ring around you and the opponent.  This was it, this was the moment you were waiting for.

Your heart began to thud wildly in your leather bound chest, two daggers in each hand itching to land their mark.  

“You’re in my way, little mouse.  There is only one seat in Valhalla, and it shall be mine.” 

The blacksmith’s large war axe glimmered from the sun’s light, swaying back in forth in an intimidating motion.  But you have fought larger, and before you could form a retort the blade swiftly swung in your direction.  Easy, just move your body to the left and it will miss its mark.  Again, but the right side.  An irritated growl sounded from the attacker, your body moving in an elegant practiced form before landing a dagger to clang against metal.  He was faster than you would’ve liked, but still lacked the ability to properly dodge.  A hurl of your blade nicked his cheek, blood falling down freely to drip along his chin.  You stepped back to analyze more of the situation, his breathing heavy before launching himself forward in rage. 

This was the moment you were waiting for, a flaw in his stance.

With a dive of your body, you skidded along dirt to create a large cloud around you, his face contorting in confusion as your dagger embedded itself within the side of his throat.  Garbled sounds emitting from him, crimson coating your hand as you unsheathed yourself from his fallen body.

Silence, the crowd gazing dumbly from the actions that just transpired.  Your victory.

Your eyes linger upwards while catching your breath, landing upon the very God that would soon become your lifeline. His own gaze held mischief, a satisfied smile etching on his chiseled features.

“Let us travel to Asgard.”

Tag list because I almost forgot!!! @thefairywithboots @oswildin @stilleobjection @chokilaufeyson @aislinnshifts @rainbowfishstix @queen-b @astarions-girl-dinner

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TTRPGs for people with dyscalculia?

THEME : Dyscalculia Friendly.

Hello friend, I’m going to first point you to the Math-Lite Chaotic Murder Hobos recommendation post I wrote up a year or two ago.

What I understand about dyscalculia is that in can affect the ability to do mental math, but I'm not sure how much it affects number recognition. I have a few games here that ask you to read the faces on a die, but I don't think any of them expect you to do any addition. I hope you find something fun on this list!

Cats of Catthulu, by Joel Sparks.

CATS OF CATTHULHU is the beloved rules-light roleplaying game in which the players take the part of ordinary cats, secretly defending human civilization from the Chaos Cults of the other animals. All the players have to do is act like cats, while the Cat Herder arranges exciting challenges for them—anything from snacky time to daringly interrupting dire rituals.

In Cats of Catthulhu, the way the story will go is always a mystery. You and your friends play to find out what happens. One person, the Cat Herder, arranges the secrets and situations, and sets the scene, but even they don’t know where the night will end. The players take the role of individual, ordinary cats. All you really need to do is act like a cat.

It might be a bit difficult to get your hands on them, but the original dice for Cats of Catthulhu don’t have any numbers on them; instead, they have sad cats and happy cats. Whenever a cat does something, they roll 2 of these dice. Rolling a Happy Cat is a success; rolling a Sad Cat is a failure. The reasoning behind these dice is: cats can’t do math!

If you can’t get your hands on cat dice, you can use any old d6, and regard 1-2 as Sad Cats and 3-6 as Happy Cats. You’ll also want to get some kind of physical token to use as Treats, which are player currency used to allow free re-rolls. Cats of Catthulhu is great for groups who are mostly getting together to just have a fun time, ready to act silly and get into all kinds of shenanigans.

DUSK, by Gila RPGs.

Equipped with the latest suntech, you are tasked with venturing out into the Dusk, and helping bring a new dawn to humanity. The Dusk does not want you there. 

Good luck.

In DUSK, you play as Shards, survivors on the planet Obron after the devastating nova-event that saw your world destroyed. Now you wield powerful technology fueled by pieces of your dead sun, in hopes of surviving another day. DUSK uses the LUMEN 2.0 system, and is a diceless RPG focused on resource management rather than luck or chance. 

As a diceless game, DUSK feels a lot different from a number of other diceless games, and I think that’s because of the style of game it’s working off of. LUMEN games are more about strategy than they are about narrative, and in DUSK that’s carried forward in the form of Suntech, items that require energy to power and provide specific advantages.

DUSK is still a relatively new game, but the designer is prolific in the amount of quality work he’s released in the past - and so when he says that there’s more to come, you best believe there’s more to come. If you’d still like to roll dice but you like the idea of the setting in this game, you might want to check out NOVA, which also uses the LUMEN system but gives you dice to roll or LUNA, a game about cultists trying to destroy the moon. Both of these games use pools of d6’s and ask you to look for the highest number, so I don’t think there’s that much math involved.

CASE & SOUL, by Briar Sovereign.

CASE&SOUL is a lightweight tabletop game for telling action-packed stories in the mecha genre. CASE&SOUL is designed for one-shots and short to mid length campaigns. Speed through a lightweight downtime; hire freelancers to pad out your Crew’s skills on missions. Customize your playbooks with SOUL moves, and enjoy a cut-down FITD gameplay with just the essentials for fast and flexible sessions.

Forged in the Dark games use a dice pool, rather than abilities with modifiers. You add dice from various places on your worksheet, and try to roll at least one 4 or higher. Rolling a 4 or 5 is usually a mixed success, and rolling a 6 is a complete success. Personally, I’m a big fan of games that use dice pools, as I’m also not a fan of trying to add up all of those numbers, and having to just look for the single highest dice helps speed up action resolution.

At the same time, Forged in the Dark games can have a lot of moving pieces at once, especially if the GM wants to track a large number of factions, or players want to plan multiple-stage missions. CASE & SOUL advertises itself as a slimmed-down version of these kinds of games, but I can’t tell whether or not that is the case when I look at the character sheets. What intrigues me is the CASE and SOUL tracks; I think your CASE is your Mech, and it receives Harm differently than your SOUL, which is an interesting way to measure how much your mech is (or is not) part of you.

Keyforge: Secrets of the Crucible, by Edge Studio.

In the center of the universe hangs the Crucible, a gigantic artificial world created by the enigmatic Architects and home to countless beings and cultures. Here, impossibly advanced technologies mix with arcane powers to make for a setting unlike any other! Uncovering the secrets of this mysterious world will take all your skills—but the potential rewards are boundless…

Explore this world of boundless opportunity in Secrets of the Crucible, a new sourcebook for the Genesys Roleplaying System set in the KeyForge universe!

You’ll need the Genesys Rulebook for this one, because the main reason I’m recommending Secrets of the Crucible is because of the dice system. Genesys dice don’t use numbers; they use symbols that represent success and failure - and they also have symbols that deepen the nuance of each roll. You can roll advantages or disadvantages that calibrate exactly how much you succeed, as well as triumphs or despairs that give you the same kind of highs and lows as a Nat 20 or a Nat 1 in D&D. This means that each roll tells you so much more about what’s going on around you than just whether you open a door or sweet-talk a guard.

As for the setting, Keyforge is originally a card game published by Fantasy Flight games, about a world called the Crucible, full of secrets that various factions are competing to unlock. It reminds me of the worlds of Magic: the Gathering or League of Legends, with various settings that look very distinct from each-other, and represent different styles of play.

SHIVER, by Parable Games.

WHAT IS SHIVER?

SHIVER is a tabletop roleplaying game that lets players bring their favourite scary movies, spooky tv shows, and horror stories to life. Ever wanted to play through the plot of your favourite film on the tabletop? Or wanted to make sequels, prequels and original stories in the worlds of pop culture you love? SHIVER lets you play that!

SHIVER is setting neutral allowing you to play any story, anytime, and as anyone. Want to play a game of teens in survival mode against a zombie horde? Kids on Bikes who dread exploring a haunted house on Halloween night? Or perhaps a medieval monster hunter looking for a werewolf, vampire or mage? SHIVER can deliver stories and characters for anything from cult pulp classic to Cthulhu fuelled eldritch mystery.

The designer of SHIVER set out with the goal of making games easier for his friends, who had similar struggles with games that had too much math involved. Players roll six-sided and eight-sided dice with various symbols on them, looking for the symbol that represents their character's strengths. The more difficult the task is, the more of the required symbol you need. The game itself is recognized as a class-act horror game, good for everything from pulp-action to gothic fiction to slasher horror. If you don't have the special dice, you can substitute with d6's & d8's, or you can use the free Dice Roller designed for this game.

Tournament Arc, by Biscuit Fund Games.

Are you looking to experience the triumphs and defeats of Space Hyper-Basketball? Need to feel the epic highs and dizzying lows of card games in the post-apocalypse? Want to face the trials and tribulations of the cheese-rolling World Circuit?

Tournament Arc is your very own collaborative sports anime experience, made in the diceless Belonging Outside Belonging engine popularized by games like Dream Askew and Wanderhome. In every thrilling episode, you’ll play the part of the Team as they negotiate the complexities of their daily lives, explore a collaboratively created world, and, most importantly, play the Game.

Tournament Arc is both diceless and GM-less, and is designed to tell stories about teambuilding and competitive sports, although the setting appears to be pretty flexible. The Belonging Outside Belonging game system provides each character type with prompts, and sorts those prompts into different categories. Usually there will be some things you can always do that generate tokens as well as narrative obstacles, and then other things that you can only do when you spend tokens - and as a result, also help characters confront those narrative obstacles. If you have players that like having something tactile to keep in their hands as they play, you might like Tournament Arc.

Warehouse Bitches, by Darling Demon Games.

The Time Worm arrived as it was prophesied just as the crown fell upon his head, and all potentials collapsed into a single haunted citadel, which you call Hex City. You are transgender punks and goths from earth, and in this place your powerful hearts make you witches, daemons, beast-people and arcane architects. We bide our time, smoking and drinking, playing video games and eyeing the crumbling walls of our enemy, The Lord of Olympus.

In Warehouse Bitches, you play as one of the titular warehouse-dwelling trans folk in the hellish Hex City. In this GMless Belonging Outside Belonging game with a unique coin-flip mechanic, you'll wield magic, build allies across the city and fight back against the bastards in subtle ways.

I’ve already explained a bit about how Belonging Outside Belonging works, but Warehouse Bitches adds another layer by using coins as tokens. Using coins, your options are different depending on whether or not the coin is on Heads or Tails. The moves on your character sheet are not just differentiated between Strong and Vulnerable, they’re also differentiated between Heads or Tails, and you must have matching sides of the coins showing in order to be able to use those moves. Characters also have Magic moves, which require the player to flip every coin they currently hold, and reassign those coins based on whatever side they land on.

Warehouse Bitches has only 4 playbooks as it stands now, so a group of 4 players is probably the largest group that can play the book as it stands now. The game is GM-less, but looking at the rules, I think it would be possible to have someone pick up the GM role in order to introduce complications and narrate the actions of various other factions in town. Similar to other BoB games, there are zones that have various elements and details that need to be decided as you play, which will also help provide events and interesting features that keep the game fresh and exciting.

[curiouspupsicle]

Good Omens Fan Fiction Friday (1/17/25) - "Animal Shenanigans" Fics - part 1

C'mon, the internet only exists to promote cat pictures. How could I ignore all the wonderful Good Omens fics that feature stories in which animals play a prominent role? Many of these are lighthearted. Some are absolutely hilarious. Thought it would be a good time to share my favorite fan fics featuring animal shenanigans. It's such a large category, I'll split it into 2 different lists. Most, but not all, are human AUs. I think you'll find it easy to tell which is which. You may have guessed, I'm a crazy dog person. So I have to start with A le Tue Creature Day Sustentamento (T) by malachitegrey. The writer beta'd a popular series that mentioned Meatball the dog and had to write their own fic. Meatball is dropped off at Father Crowley's door by a parishioner who needs a sitter for a few days. Crowley experiences the love of a dog. And discovers something he didn't even know he was missing. Very doggy--recognizable to anyone who's ever loved a pup. And very sweet.

In A Light in the Dark (T) by cyankelpie, Aziraphale falls after returning to heaven and becomes a demon. His animal form is a moth. Crowley cares for him as he heals from his experience. Angsty in the beginning. But an interesting exploration of Azra (Aziraphale's demon name) coming to terms with his animal nature.

@almaasi wrote an adorable crackfic, Blame It on the Goose (G), in which new village resident Crowley teams up with Aziraphale to deal with the geese (?) terrorizing the community. Lots of pining--the funniest examples turn up in the goose journals each of them keep. Bleating Hearts (E) by @hkblack is the fic that first inspired this theme. Aziraphale is a literature professor who returns to his office to find a visiting goat. Crowley is the goat herder responsible for recovering his beloved Bentley (yes, really). Of course, sparks fly. Come for the goat puns. Stay for the love story. @on1occasionfork charmed me with "But, soft!" (M) in which the star-crossed lovers are cats. Aziraphale's cat, Oscar, can't resist sneaking out to visit Crowley's cat, Major Tom, across the alley. Their humans cook up a scheme to help the feline friends spend more time together. The writer recently gifted us with a prequel, Floating in a Most Peculiar Way, that shares Crowley's backstory and how he met Major Tom. Here's hoping we get a similar prequel for Aziraphale and Oscar. Update: To Be Natural is now up sharing the origin story for Oscar and Aziraphale. It's lovely!

I've been enjoying the WIP, Dead Right (E) by @anatomic-girl (don't worry; it's being regularly updated--go check it out). Aziraphale risks losing the bookshop if he isn't married by a certain date. His friend Anathema suggests he talk to Crowley, a mortician who needs a place to stay. Crowley is willing--but only if his cats approve of Aziraphale first. Not entirely cat-centric. But the cats are very important characters and I suspect we'll see more of them as the story progresses. It's also a touching story about found family.

I've recommended this one before and I'll recommend it again. I adore in the reptile house (T) by @waywarder. Aziraphale visits the reptile house at the zoo to overcome his fear of snakes. Crowley is the zookeeper who helps him. Crowley is very sweet. But the writer is even sweeter. And they include some lovely direct address to the reader that is encouraging and wonderful. Definitely a feel-good read to treat yourself with when you need a written hug.

In Just Hold on Tight (T) by @hotcrosspigeon, Aziraphale rushes to visit Crowley in Mayfair as soon as Covid restrictions loosen up. Unfortunately, Crowley has transformed into a snake and can't seem to change back into his human form. It's a delightful story and it makes me jealous that I don't have as good a friend to be at my side when I get stuck turned into a snake.

So I'll close out part 1 here. Look for part 2 next Friday with more animal shenanigans. Reblog to keep track if you love animal characters in Good Omens fics as much as I do. And check out my pinned post with links to my other weekly fan fic recs.

[kenziesimsblog]

SIMS 3 YOUTUBER LEGACY

SIMS 3 YOUTUBER LEGACY

FOR THIS LEGACY YOU CAN CHOOSE WHERE YOU LIVE BUT MUST BE A CITY CELEBRITY WORLD FOR GEN ONE PLEASE NOTE NOT ALL OF THIS INFORMATION OR TRAITS/GOALS FIT THE YOUTUBERS!

GEN 8 WAS A FILLER BECAUSE I COULDNT THINK OF ANYONE THEY HAPPENED TO POP UP ON MY RECOMMENED !

GENERATION 1- TARA YUMMY

you grew up in a rural town moving to the big city as soon as you got the chance , your confident with yourself and love to be social what does the city life hold for you?

STYLE PREFERENCE - Y2K

TRAITS - social butterfly, irresistible, party animal, dog lover and vegetarian

LIFETIME WISH- blog artist

GOALS

run a 5 star blog

get a partner have a few kids THEN BREAK UP no marriage yet

go clubbing every saturday night

adopt a dog -your a party animal throw birthday parties every weekend

throw parties for holidays sometimes -do not eat meat your a vegetarian

become a five star celebrity

when you reach 8 days before elder status get back with your ex and have a private wedding with your family

complete your lifetime wish then gen complete

OPTIONAL IF YOU HAVE THE MODELING MOD JOIN MODEL CAREER AND MASTER MODELING SKILL*

GENERATION 2- SAM AND COLBY

your parent was kinda of a party animal they never really grew up as soon as you reached young adult status you left.

STYLE PREFRENCE - DARK ACADEMIA

TRAITS- adventurous, night owl, rebellious, loves the outdoors and easily impressed

LIFETIME WISH- paranormal profiteer

GOALS

meet your best friend in high school and stay friends your whole life -pull pranks -when your first move out have atleast 2 roomies aside from your best friend

move out of roomie house with your best friend -join ghost hunting profession with bff

fall in love with co worker or bestie

get married fast

have as many kids as you want

must have triplets {can cheat this}

complete lifetime wish

GENERATION 3- STURNIOLO TRIPLETS

you and your triplets have always been close and its hard to move on

STYLE PREFERENCE - STREETWEAR

TRAITS (only give to main heir) - good sense of humor, friendly, schmoozer , excitable, and vehicle enthusiat

LIFETIME WISH- reach max influence with all social groups

CAREER- self employed

GOALS {follow with heir}

stay close to other triplets

you all move in together -you go to uni for fun ultimately dropping out

meet partner in uni

join any freelance career -only have one kid

be extremley close to child and partner

GENERATION 4- SIMPHORA (WRITTEN BY @simphoraa)

Name - Simphora °❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･𐦍༘⋆

Description - You like to call yourself the “Jack of All Trades”, and eh.. you may not be actually considered one. But, you have a lot of interests, passions, the undying urge to explore new things, and acquire more knowledge and skills. Go show the world what you’re truly capable of!

Aesthetic - Luxurious Baddie

Traits - Ambitious, Dramatic, Computer Whiz, Hopeless Romantic, Workaholic

Lifetime wish - Forensic Specialist: Dynamic DNA Profiler

Goals:

Enroll in University and major in Technology

Live off-Campus and have one roommate

Get the disliked relationship with your roommate, and then find a reason to kick them out

Earn the Technology Degree

Reach level 10 in the Law Enforcement Career (choose the forensic branch)

Master the Logic skill

Create a Online Dating Profile

Fall inlove quickly with someone from the Online Dating website

Play video games once a day

Become a streamer, and livestream every Friday night (this is optional because you need to download the streamer mod from ModtheSims)

Befriend some supporters

Have as many kids as you want

GENERATION 5 - FLORYDA (WRITTEN BY @florydaax)

your life was cozy you wanted it more!

TRAITS- bookworm, cat person , clumsy, loner and socially awkward

LIFETIME WISH- the cat herder

CAREER- Lawyer (custom career by missyhissy) or law enforcement

GOALS

Join the Ballet/Dance after school activity as a child

Get a parttime job at the supermarket as a teen -Go to university and get a degree

Have at least 2 cats -Get married to your first boyfriend/ partner

Have 2 kids

Buy and read books every week

Master the Social Networking and Writing skills -Complete the lifetime wish and reach the top of the career

GENERATION 6- MR BEAST

you had a good life and you want to make sure others do to even if yours goes downhill

STYLE PREFERENCE= COMFY/ CASUAL

TRAITS- good, lucky, nuturing, ambitious, and charismatic

LIFETIME WISH- leader of the free world

CAREER- political

GOALS

donate to a charirty every week -do any opportunity that earns money or relationships

you meet a partner in high school but they cheat on you

your single for a while, until you meet a single parent

become close to them and there child

adopt 2 strays

adopt a kid

play a lottery when you can

your partner suddenly dies take in there kid'

have atleast one kid with your partner before they die

never remarry

complete lifetime wish

never have a bad relationship or distant friends

GENERATION 7- CATALEAH

you love animals and want to save them all

STYLE PREFERENCE - COTTAGECORE

TRAITS- animal lover, eco friendly, loves the outdoors, socially awkward and green thumb

LIFETIME WISH- the ark builder

CAREER- horseman

GOALS

get your first animal as a gift from your parent

have two of each animal that lifetine wish says

farm animals optional

master gardening skill

have a "perfect" garden

go to equestrian lot

learn to ride horse

be close to every animal

meet another animal lover

be close to your kids you lost your parents

complete lifetime wish

GENERATION 8 - CARLO AND SARAH

you want the perfect love life

STYLE PREFERENCE- FANCY

TRAITS- hopeless romantic, family orenited ,artistic, friendly and neat

LIFETIME WISH - surronded by family

CAREER- FREELANCE ARTIST

GOALS

meet your best friend in high school

when you graduate go to france

find your partner there

they move to town you get married

have 5 kids

do a family activity every holiday

throw many parties

complete lifetime

DONE

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[leafofkudzu]

Hello and Happy New Year!!! The first Saturday of a new month will soon be upon us, which means it's time for another art party hosted by my guild, Verdant Shield [VS]! But this one is extra special, because exactly one year ago was my first real foray into the world of event hosting - that's right, it's the one-year anniversary of [VS] Art Party!!!

The very first [VS] Art Party was held January 7th 2023, and was a very quiet experiment with no visible tag, announced only two days before and hidden away in an obscure corner unlikely to be noticed by non-participants. I was nervous, but with a modest 20ish-person turnout and a chill energy not dissimilar to the current EU parties, it seemed to go over great! As art trickled into the tag over the following days and weeks, people started asking about future parties, and even about hosting ones on EU servers, which I could certainly do since I already had an EU alt. And so, a monthly tradition was born!

For those unsure of what an art party is, they're a concept carried over from Final Fantasy XIV - in-game get-togethers for artists/writers/creatives of all kinds to hang out, chat, and create together! Grab your character and outfit of choice, head to the party location, find someone that inspires you, and create! Afterwards, everyone posts their creations in a shared tag (ours is #VSArtParty) so others can see, interact, and share! The tl;dr I've been repeating since the very first announcement post is simply this: the 'goal' of an art party isn't to be drawn, but to draw others, and share with the community!

Time and /squadjoin information is under the cut, but will be posted again via reblogs as the squads go up on the day of the party!

Location Information:

It's a bit tricky to get to if you're F2P, but there was no way I wasn't returning to the location of the original party - the uninstanced asura home instance in Rata Sum, the Applied Development Lab! I've even dusted off my original map image, complete with hand-drawn arrows:

(That's Magustan Court Waypoint, by the way.)

This area is only accessible via flying mounts or with the use of a Teleport to Friend, so be sure to have one (or both) handy when the time comes!

Time & Squad Details:

As per usual, there will be two 3-hour parties - one on EU servers and one on NA ones - with an hour break in between. People do tend to arrive early though, and those with multiple accounts often jump directly from one to the other, so don't be surprised to see things running late and/or starting early!

The first party will be on EU servers and begin at 9pm Central European Time (aka 3pm Eastern Standard Time or 4 hours before in-game reset). I’ll be hosting on my EU alt account, so to join either /squadjoin or whisper Paranomalous Plexxi for an invite.

The second party will be on NA servers and begin at 7pm Eastern Standard Time (aka 1am Central European Time or at in-game reset). I’ll be hosting this one on my main account, so to join either /squadjoin or whisper Teekzi for an invite.

Closing Words:

The engagement, energy, and love in these events always blows me away, and words can't express how happy I am with what we've all created together. I'm so glad that I took that first step last year and extended an invitation to what would've likely just been a throwaway guild event to the best section of the GW2 community I know. GW2 tumblr, keep being amazing. I love you guys so much, and I can't wait to see you guys on Saturday, and for many more first-Saturdays-of-the-month to come!

Ever your diligent cat herder,

Meka ♥♥♥

[oneknightstand-if]

Say deep into the romance(the notorious L word has been said and everything), how protective of the MC's are the RO's? And how would they handle losing the MC(i,e the MC died in the final battle/sacrificed themselves to win the day or something angsty like that)?

Well, a bunch of the ROs will already be trying to protect the MC as much as they can even before any romance, so there's not too much room to improve there. Also high affinity platonic bond can trigger this as much as any romance.

Merlin: Already the resident bodyguard/babysitter/cat-herder of the group. May give the MC a bit more attention when the group is in danger... but they're already watching over you. They'd perhaps feel more regret if they had to cut the MC loose.

For them, MC's death is... expected. Human lives are so ephemeral, after all. They'll always remember you... even thousands of years later and will bring the MC up in random conversations to random people. Probably MC's most embarrassing moments. For anyone paying attention & talking extensively to them in the game, Merlin already has repeatedly brought up their last longterm lover.

Biggest change here would be Merlin nearly killing themself to make certain that the MC's soul doesn't get dragged to Heaven or Hell. That's the fate that they'd find horrific for a loved one, not the natural death expected of all mortals.

Adrian: He's already potentially carrying the MC away from danger through half the city whether they like it or not so there's no room for Adrian to get more protective without going full yandere on you.

If the high affinity MC is dead, then Adrian is also most likely dead as well. He's the most ride or DIE of all the ROs and this already has implications if you go through the route where the MC refuses to leave their apartment and gets kidnapped by Merlin and Adrian.

Arthur: Due to his nature, he's already MAXIMUM THE PROTECTOR. He may be paying a bit more attention to you during times of danger, but he's already protecting you to his full capability and won't be acting any differently... after all, he's the High King and can't prioritize your safety over all others.

The same goes for the MC's death. The Post Apocalypse is still going to be a complete clusterfuck so he won't have time to stop and grieve. (The same as he won't have time to stop and grieve the fall of Camelot and the deaths of most of the people he knew because unlike the other Harbingers who reincarnated or who actually lived through the 1500 years span of time, to him Camelot fell last week.)

He'll create a suitable memorial customized exactly to the MC's tastes once things have calmed down. And Merlin will sneak over to comfort him, because Merlin's one of the few who can see past Arthur's strong front.

Percy: He's going to be hanging around a high affinity MC a lot, romanced or not. You're probably not going to notice much difference protection-wise as he's the sort who'd jump in to help you without a moment's notice even if he didn't like you.

At the MC's death, he'd probably disappear into a forest for several weeks without anyone being able to find him. He'll eventually return to the group though because he knows that he's needed. The MC would've been his first romantic love... and most probably will be his last as well.

4̷0̸4̸ ̷E̷r̷r̵o̴r̵ ̶N̶o̴t̷ ̴F̵o̸u̵n̶d̵: [SPOILERS]

Cassandra: She's a cop, so she's already keeping a protective eye out on the entire group as a whole. She'll be making extra special precautions for a high affinity MC. (This is probably one of the safest positions to have during the Apocalypse... as long as the MC behaves themselves).

Cassandra has some pretty traumatic stuff in her background, so this won't be the first lover she's lost. Her reaction will also depend on how you went... in an awesome blaze of glory (she'll build a statue for you) or something painfully drawn out & full of regret (heads will roll).

Vivian: Uh... you are probably going to need to have a 'discussion' with Vivian regarding her protectiveness. It can get a bit overwhelming at times. Like Merlin, she is well aware of the inherent ephemeral nature of a mortal.

So wouldn't it be better if she just 'took care' of all those people who approach you, just in case they turned out to be dangerous? And actually, why don't you stay with her at the bottom of the lake from now on? All the time. That would be very safe.

Otherwise, whatever killed the MC better hope it's already dead before Vivian gets at them.

Gwen: She's more the type that people protect than the type who protects people. The support from the background type. But you get close enough, that will not stop her at all and she will absolutely try to protect you to the best of her ability. Like right up there in the frontlines. You both may need to end up saving each other in that case.

About the MC's death... it's fine. It's fine. You've already died and reincarnated once. It can happen again. She'll be waiting for you. Eternally if necessary.

Lorelei: She'll already be highly protective of certain types of MCs (romanced or otherwise). Unlike some of the others, there'll actually be a noticeable change in her demeanor.

She's not the type to ever abandon someone in danger, but she will absolutely prioritize a romanced or high affinity MC over others. To the point where highly skilled fighter MCs may need to tell her to take a step back because she's jumping in even when it would be better that she did her own thing.

Will be quietly having a BSOD upon the MC's death (which she' ll blame entirely on her failing to protect and be there for the MC at the last moment). She'll eventually come back to the group as the icy version of Wrath, barely interacting with others while still carrying out her duties. (The other Harbingers are going to really have their work cut out for them there.)

Broderick: Another one who's demeanor will change after getting close to him... especially after what happens in his subplot. He'll be constantly protectively hovering over high affinity MC. But just during the dangerous times. (Which is actually all the time.) The MC will probably need to work through a few issues with him.

He'll be completely gutted by the MC's death and not really functional for quite awhile after that point. Definitely a changed man (and not for the better). It might take years for him to recover.

[gallifreyianrosearkytiorsusan]

Brand New Day

Next

Author's note: Jophiel's debut in Husbandry.

Summary: You encounter a wounded astartes. He looks... different thank you expected. You heard that Dark Angels could look Angelic, but you didn't know they had angel wings.

Warnings: none? Let me know if I need to add something.

Tagged: @barn-anon, @bleedingichorhearts, @c-u-c-koo-4-40k, @egrets-not-regrets, @kit-williams

Tagged: @sleepyfan-blog, @whorety-k

You had heard something rustling around in your barn recently, something large, which was concerning you. You eyed your cattle, none of them seemed particularly spooked and your guardian dogs, herder dogs and your 'recon cats' as you called them. They were excellent mousers and helped guide your guardian dogs to trouble spots that they noticed.

One of your mouser cats had entered the barn recently, but had yet to come out. So, carefully, cautiously you entered the barn to see what had entered the barn that shouldn't be in there. At first all you can see is feathers- you blink in surprise, massive white feathers floating down as you go through your head what kind of bird had such massive white feathers, and come up blank.

Then you spot something dark, almost blood red and see the massive form of an Astartes. You had heard of Astartes, and knew of some of your cousins in the city had an Astartes, and you'd seen videos and read stories about them online, but no one had told you that some of them could have wings. At least, not Loyalist Space Marines.

The Chaos ones could come in an almost insane variety of forms, some more human-looking while others are looking almost eldtritch in nature. You'd head that some of the 'Death Guard' could have insect-like wings. While some of the skull-faced Space Marines, known as Night Lords could have bat wings. But you haven't heard of Space Marines having Bird wings.

You see that his helmet is off and he looks unconscious. He has long blonde hair and light-colored skin. You fluster a little, as he looks so handsome with large white wings spread out haphazardly. The armor that the space marine had looked like it was broken in several places, which had you frowning in concern as you fumble for your phone to try and contact someone who knew someone that could get one of the medically inclined Space Marines over to where you were as you could see blood pooling and clotting around him.

Before you can finish entering the phone number a large hand grabs the phone and pulls it from your grip. You jump back, startled, and wide eyed, some how for someone so big and wounded he'd moved so fast. He chirps and trills at you in the language of the Space Marines frowning at the device and he says something in their language. You guess that he doesn't want to get any one involved as you gently take the device and turn off the phone.

"Okay buddy," You say nervously, but trying to keep a soothing tone.

He tilts his head and looks at you with deep red eyes, a questioning trill in response to your words.

"I won't call anyone," You say, "but you are hurt and need help."

You gesture at his wounds as he looks to where you gesture as he frowns at his wounds. Then looks back at you with another bird-like movement. You nibble on your lower lip trying to figure out how to communicate with a very large, very dangerous sentient being that doesn't know a language that you do, who's wounded and likely upset.

"I can get bandages to help you heal," You offer to the wounded Space Marine in the armor of a Blood Angel.

He chirps and trills at you and as you slowly move, he follows after you carefully, slowly, his feathers and wings which had half mantled like a bird's threat display had slowly de-mantled and he'd slowly closed his wings behind his back as he followed after you are chirping and trilling.

His voice was very melodic, and a calm fell over you. He didn't want you to contact anyone, but you knew you could help him with the bandages and other first aid equipment that was good to have on hand, just in case.

So, you carefully get out your medical supplies and slowly turn to the Blood Angel Space marine and nervously eye the large, you thought that he was a bit larger than normal for a Blood Angel, but you have only seen videos and pictures of Space Marines, so he could be normal size for a Space Marine.

"I know that you can't really understand me, and I can't really understand you," You say carefully, "But I want to help you and part of that is you need to remove your armor so that I can help patch you up since you don't want me to call for help."

You try to project confidence, calm and an aura of I-want-to-help-you. Which has the Blood Angel chirping and trilling down at you tilting his head from side to side before slowly removing the parts of his armor that reveals the nasty wounds on his chest and sides. You slowly approach, narrating, rambling almost, what it is you are doing and the next step. Half remembering your first aid classes.

Although, he does seem to be healing on his own. The rumors about Space Marines having a crazy fast healing factor is something that you now know is fact and truth, instead of just the ramblings of people on the internet, which should be taken with a heaping of salt and knowing that it's likely inaccurate to some degree.

He had quietly watched you only letting out the occasional hiss of pain, mostly keeping still and silent as he watches you intensely. Such vivid red eyes and long golden locks. He's still very handsome, if somewhat intimidating. You immediately scold yourself for getting distracted by his musculature.

You scold yourself for getting distracted by how handsome he looks; how warm he feels underneath your fingers as you carefully tend to his wounds. He is trilling at you again, voice softer as he gently grabs one of your hands with his after you finish tending his wounds. He croons at you, likely thank you for the help.

"You are welcome," You say slightly flustered.

He trills at you again, and as you go about your day, he follows you around, occasionally singing at you in Space Marine Language. He occasionally helps you out, carefully grabbing and lifting heavy things, even though it makes you worry and fuss that he'll open up his injuries as he sing-talks to you some more.

[murderousink23]

12/15/2023 is International Tea Day 🍵🇮🇳, Bill of Rights Day 🇺🇲, Cat Herders Day 🐈🇺🇲, National Cupcake/Lemon Cupcake Day 🧁🇺🇲, Underdog Day 🐕🇺🇲

[canine-classified]

Australian Cattle Dog

Other Names: Blue or Red Heeler / Queensland Herder / Australian Heeler

Date of Development: 1880s - 1890s

Type: Herding

Registries: AKC, KC, FCI, UKC (All major registries)

Height: 18 - 20 inches (male), 17 - 19 inches (female)

Weight: 35 - 50 pounds

Life Expectancy: 12 - 16 years

Fun Fact: They are related to Dingos!

Coat Type: Short, double coat

Coat Length: Short

Breed Colours: Blue, Blue Mottled, Blue Speckled, Red Speckled and Red Mottled

Breed Markings: Tan Markings, Red Markings and Black & Tan Markings

History:

Australian Cattle Dogs were originally bred and developed by Australian settlers in the 19th century to herd cattle on large ranches, as it was found the Collie’s and other dogs brought over to Australia could not handle the harsh working conditions and bold livestock that awaited them. Over 60 years of crossbreeding went into producing the Australian Cattle Dog that we know today, with breeds including the Dingo, collie, sheepdog, Kelpie, Dalmatian and Bull Terrier being used in their foundation. An instrumental person in this breeding is Robert Kaleski, who took up breeding ‘Blue Heelers’ in 1893, and showing them in 1897, drawing up a breed standard that resembled the Dingo, believing they should be modelled after the canine that is naturally suited to the Australian Outback. This standard was approved by The Kennel Club of New South Wales in 1903, being first known as the Australian Heeler, coming from its herding technique of nipping heels to ‘drive’ the stock, and later being named the Australian Cattle Dog, though heeler is still a popular nickname for the breed, often fronted by the colour of the dog or ‘Queensland’, where the breed was particularly popular. This breed was key in helping ranchers expand the Australian beef industry and proved to be the most popular among ranch owners and drovers, still being used as herding dogs today with a strong instinct to do so, often trying to herd other animals, including children and cats if not given a proper outlet.

Temperament:

Australian Cattle Dogs are extremely intelligent, possessing an immense work drive and boundless energy, a true working dog. They excel at controlling and moving livestock, known to be devoted to their duty, but outside of the ranch, these qualities make them excellent companions for those that appreciate the adventurous way of life. To their handlers they are incredibly loyal, tenacious and trustworthy. Their protective instincts make them a self-appointed guardian to his family, his herd and his property. As a result, the ACD is alert, watchful, courageous and may be wary of strangers, but this should not mean unfriendly, he is just devoted to his owner and family, wanting to go wherever you go. They thrive on being part of all family activities and having a job to do. Being easy to train and very fast learners, they can learn a variety of commands and are known for their problem-solving skills. This intelligence and energy can manifest negatively if they are not appropriately challenged, becoming easily bored and getting themselves into mischief. They have a habit of routinely outsmarting their owners and they’re not easy dogs to tire out. They need almost constant mental and activity to keep them out of trouble. They are known to be destructive, chewing and tearing up items you really don’t want them to, so owners should be committed to keeping them busy. They are also quick to react and have a tendency to use their teeth to move animals and humans alike, which can become an issue in the home, as well as struggling with dogs outside of the home, so early and consistent socialisation is needed, but if their needs are met you will be rewarded with a loyal, hard-working companion.

Exercise:

It is recommended that ACD owners engage in work, sport, and/or regular exercise for at least 2 hours a day with these versatile dogs to keep them mentally and physically fit. Being a very active, high-energy dog built for long working days in the outback, the Australian Cattle Dog needs more than just a quick walk and playtime in the yard, ideally having a job in order to remain happy and healthy. If being placed in a farming home this energy will be no issue, especially with animals to herd, in other living situations, they should be given lots of opportunities to expend this energy, through running, hiking, swimming, dog sports and more. They typically need a lot of space and do best with a garden and may not adapt well to apartment living. 

Training:

Early, consistent socialization and obedience training are a must for the Australian Cattle Dog, they are a highly intelligent, energetic breed that is only really happy when on the job. Training and participation in activities such as obedience, herding, or agility is highly recommended to keep them busy. This type of training can and should take up a large part of owning this dog, but it is important to create and strengthen your bond. An intelligent, energetic dog who is not kept occupied will become bored, and a bored, energetic dog can be destructive. Generally, ACDs are easy to train, while it is understood that they can be stubborn at times, but ultimately they are eager to please their people and consistent training will help tame this independence. While it is tempting to let this dog be on to go constantly, it is important to help teach this dog an off-switch, teaching them to settle down at the end of the day will be invaluable to both you and them.

Health:

Deafness

Progressive Retinal Atrophy (PRA)

Hip dysplasia

Elbow dysplasia 

Portosystemic Shunt 

Congenital deafness

Eczema 

Glaucoma

Urolithiasis 

Sources: 

https://www.purina.co.uk/find-a-pet/dog-breeds/australian-cattle 

Picture Credit: https://www.alkc.org.br/en/australian-cattle-dog

[ami-ven]

Happy National Cat Herders Day!

[moriartyluver]

ARE YOU MINE CHAPTER III

"FIFTY QUID FOR A CUP OF COFFEE?!”

"Keep your fucking voice down, Sherly!" (Name) whisper-yelled at the noirette "We didn't come here to drink the stupid overpriced coffee anyways." 

It was a Monday afternoon, about 4 ish now, and (Name), as well as her fellow band mates, had the bright idea to go to an expensive coffee shop in central London. 

So here they were, in an exclusive coffee shop full of white men in suits or stressed out secretaries, and the occasional rich women hanging out. 

"Kopi Luwak.." James muttered "What even is that..? It's so damn expensive..."

"Bet you could still afford it with those sugar daddies of yours," Sherlock remarked before (Name) kicked his leg under the table to shut him up 

Obviously they weren't here without reason. (Namen had seen a TikTok talking about all the places to find a rich boyfriend, which she wasn't really interested in, but she decided that because coffee shops usually were full of businessmen around this time of day, it would be a perfect place to find themselves a rich manager. 

John took out his phone, Googling the expensive coffee, before showing James and Sherlock who sat opposite in the little booth with wide eyes. 

"It's made of what?!" James exclaimed 

"You guys didn't know that?" (Name) raised an eyebrow 

"What and you did?" Sherlock mimicked "No wonder..you're always picking up random facts." 

"Why would they drink that crap in the first place anyways?" James asked, looking through the Wikipedia article on John's phone. "Like why do they need a weird cat raccoon thing to eat the coffee cherries and then take their poop for the coffee..?"

"It more because of processing rather than the actual crap that comes out." (Name) said "Hey what if I order a large cup of plain coffee and then get some extra cups for free so we don't look stupid while also not spending a shit ton on coffee either?" 

"Good idea, I'm not paying." Sherlock said bluntly 

"Fucking cheapskate." (Name) rolled her eyes "I have enough to buy a cup but it's like twenty quid for a large cup...I'll make sure to get as many sugar packets as possible, okay?" She said, standing up to go order at the counter. Everyone nodded, prompting (name) to leave. 

As she waited in the queue, a man carrying three cups on coffee as well as a few biscuits and cakes in little boxes. His arms were full and he was clearly struggling to keep everything together, not to mention, he looked exhausted! 

With the current rush in the coffee shop, it wasn't really that surprising, but based on the man's appearance, he did seem to be quite the wealthy businessman. She could see the little Cartier watch on his wrist and his suit was clearly expensive. 

Another, likely wealthy, businessman and walked right by him, ruining the balance of items and causing the brown haired gentleman to drop his coffee cups. (Name), who's attention was turned away for a moment as she moved along in the queue, turned around as if she had spidey sense or something. 

Before they could hit the ground though, (name), who was stood fairly close, managed to catch it all in time, almost comically. 

'How the fuck did I manage that..?'

'How on earth did she manage that..?'

"Yikes .." (Name) chuckled awkwardly, "that was a close one" she said, handing the items to him with a small smile. She looked up and met eyes with the stranger, her mind racing back to the other day. 

"You're.." The green eyed man muttered to himself, recognising her as the girl Herder knew of as (Name) 

"I see my reputation really does precede me.." She hummed "The world really is small, huh?" 

"it is indeed," Albert smiled "I've heard..great..things about you and your band." 

(name) blinked in surprise "Really? because I'd expect that Mr Von Herder would paint me out as some sort of war criminal..hah.." her eyes drifted back to the rest of the band in their little booth "I'm assuming he told you about my little musical ambitions.." she said as Sherlock mouthed a 'the fuck are you doing?' to her  

"He did," Albert confirmed with a nod, then looked to his watch on his wrist, cursing under his breath "Deepest apologies, but I must be going..my brothers are waiting for me." He said, somehow retrieve it a business card from his pocket and handing it to a dumbfounded (Name) before taking off. 

Her eyes scanned the card. 

Albert J. Moriarty 

'What a fancy name..' 

(Name) eventually came back as planned, the business card in the pocket of her jacket, and a large cup of black coffee, a few empty cups and a lot of sugar packets. 

"So, were you just eyefucking that rich guy or am I high?" Sherlock asked, right before (name) kicked him in the shin. "Ow!" 

"I wasn't.." she raised her eyebrows, moving her eyes around in a strange manner, conscious of  the members of polite society around them "you know..you lot couldn't hear me, but rich guy was at Herder's the other day, and I just happened to remember him while he was about to drop all his stuff and have a big dramatic disaster." She said, sitting down beside Sherlock, opposite James, who looked anxious to say something. 

"Anyways," (Name) continued with a grin. "He gave me this." She slid the business card onto the middle of the table, recreating that one scene from 'American Psycho' "mission: find potential manager is a success!"  

John picked it up, inspecting it closely, then put it back on the fancy table "this is legit! The card and the font and everything, it looks like a real rich guy business card." 

"I don't think I've ever heard you say legit before." Sherlock said "also how do you know so much about business cards?" 

"A lot of old guys think I'm gay." 

"Moving on," James said, giving John a little side eye before allowing a wide smile to creep up onto his already cheerful face "I have some news~" 

"You're starting an onlyfans?" (Name) asked 

"No-" James scrunched up his nose, looking offended "I, your extraordinary bassist, got us a gig." 

"You did?!" (Name) exclaimed "Are you for real?!" 

"I did indeed," he said smugly, leaning back in the plush seat  "It's a birthday party-" 

"I knew there was gonna be a catch," (Name) sighed, resting her forehead against the table as Sherlock gave her a sympathetic pat on the back. 

James shook his head "it's not a kid's party, don't worry. The birthday girl's turning 18 and she wanted the party to be like a concert I guess, so she wants us to do a hunch of Arctic monkeys covers instead of the usual stuff," he explained 

"If she wanted a concert, then why doesn't she just go to one?" Sherlock groaned 

(Name) lifted her head up "in what universe would the Arctic monkeys play at a birthday party full of kids? Besides, they're not on tour in the uk anymore, so it's not like she could go to a concert for her birthday either." She said "I mean, it's fine as long as the songs she picks out are good...I don't wanna have to play any of the TikTok famous ones anymore." 

"She seems like the type to like every song, but the list I've got is a bit of a mix," James said, pulling out his phone, reading off his notes app "Teddy picker, Bet you look good on the dance floor, cigarette smoke..stuff like that." 

"Well that's bearable then," (name) nodded "When's the party?" 

"Uhhh.." James trailed off nervously "Friday.." 

"Oh, next Fridays alright, a bit soon, but we can manage," she said, brushing away her hair from her face 

"I mean, this Friday..like in four days.." The blond sank into his chair, bracing himself for (Name)'s reaction. 

"What?" She blinked "Are you fucking shitting me?" 

"It'll be fine, (name)," Sherlock reassured, dragging his words  "you always work best under pressure anyways." 

"Yeah well you lot clearly fucking don't." (Name) glared at her friend beside her, then sighed deeply "Okay, this is fine. We'll have to start practicing all the songs immediately, it should be fine considering we've done most of them already," she muttered to herself "The band t-shirts I ordered should be here by Wednesday..we'll be fine..we'll be fine." 

The noirette groaned "see, you're freaking out over nothing."

"As usual." James added. 

(Name) rolled her eyes, taking a sip of her coffee. "As the band leader, I'm the one who needs to be in charge of things until we get a manager, that means I have the right to freak out over this shit." 

"Who made you band leader?" Sherlock asked, raising an eyebrow. 

(Name) scoffed "you think you would do any better? I literally just got us a potential rich manager just by being pretty and memorable. Besides, I'm the leader singer  and guitarist, and the only girl and we all know girls are much more mature than you xy chromosome havers." she said, putting a hand to her chest. 

"She has a point." John agreed 

"Shut up, John." Sherlock kicked him beneath the table. He turned to (name) "So are we gonna start practicing today or..?" 

"I don't know, do you want to sound like shit or..?" (Name) mimicked. "Of course we'll practice today, we don't have that much time, stupid." she said, standing up "We need to make use of the next 100 or so hours we have left." 

"You calculated it?" James asked

She rolled her eyes again "Obviously." 

"I literally have nothing to wear, James, I'm freaking the fuck out," (Name) spoke to her phone, propped up on her desk as she walked around the room "I mean I'm not much of a party goer, so obviously I'm not gonna have party clothes, but I thought, maybe I'd have something!" 

James sighed, his face filling the screen on (name)'s phone as they FaceTimed. "Just put on one of those shirts and a pair of bootcut jeans and you're done." He suggested as she dug through her wardrobe. 

"No, I need something wow, you know. Something that'll make an impression." She said, pulling something out from the hangers. A cheetah print coat. "Perfect." 

"What is it?" James called out to her 

"I just so happened to find this old thing," she said, going back to her phone and showing him the jacket "If anything I own screams arctic monkeys, this definitely does." 

"Ohh..that is clever. You put on some red lipstick and a pair of boots and you're done, might as well change your name to arabella." James smiled before returning to his mirror to apply some eyeliner. "Do you think sherly and John would be ready by now?" 

(Name) rolled her eyes as she's looked for a pair of jeans/black skirt to wear with band t shirt she had got and a pair of black boots, putting her phone down so James could only see her cieling while she changed. "Knowing sherly, he's probably asleep or something. I swear if he didn't wear that outfit I planned for him, I'll beat his ass." 

"Yeah, he really suits that whole emo boy look, I think it's the hair." James agreed as (name) propped her phone back up once she was done. "I'd bring some eyeliner and eyeshadow just in case be does use the cheap stuff you lent him." 

"I'd be surprised if he even managed to open the makeup at all by himself, he's so incompetent." She sat down, quickly putting on her makeup, messing it up on purpose

James laughed "Well at least he can play guitar, half decently." He said "Hey you think I should look through my 2020 alt stuff, see what I can salvage?" 

"God no." (Name) advised. "Unless you plan on getting tomato's thrown at you the entire gig." 

"Yeah you're right," the blond admitted "those boots have outgrown me anyways since I started taking hormones." He said, putting down his eyeliner. "You done yet?" 

"Mhm." 

"Gimme a spin, we need to mutually agree on your cuntiness." James said, his voice going up a couple octaves. 

(Name) snorted in amusement, backing away once she'd finished so he could see her full frame, twirling around, kicking her leg up to the back of her knee as she posed, eliciting a few cheers and 'yas queen slay!'s  (Obviously not in a serious sense) from James. He even took a few screen shots so he could post them on his Instagram story after the 'concert'. 

"Alright. I'm gonna hang up now,so I can get going." She said eventually, thumb hovering over the 'end call' button. "Call sherly and tell him to be at john's in like Ten minutes ish. He's driving us, Yknow." 

"Yeah cool." James said, fixing up his smudged eyeliner, emphasising those bright blue eyes of his. "I'll remind him of your little murder threats, too if you want." 

"Alright, see you later." (Name) chuckled hanging up. 

"Look who's not an hour late," (name) called out her friend as she saw him approaching johns house just as she was about to knock on the door. 

"Look who isn't an hour early," Sherlock retorted. His deep blue eyes landed on a little waggon beside her feet. "Is that..?" 

"My guitar and amp? Yeah, it is." She looked at sherlocks own equipment on his old skateboard "I'm assuming we had a similar idea, just different executions. Just goes to show why I'm smarter than you." 

"Tell that to your exam results." He spat 

(Name) scoffed "as if yours are any better." 

"Bitch." 

"Druggie." 

"Punk." 

"Emo." 

Sherlock gasped dramatically "I am not an emo!" 

"Well either that or your zesty," (name) smirked "I mean, with that hair, you definitely have tried a little more than most." 

"I'll have you know I've only ever been attracted to p-" Sherlock was cut off by the door opening, revealing John and James at the door. 

"There you two are!" John beamed. He looked his usual self, but instead of his usual dull jumper, he wore a black t shirt with the words 'Baker Street boys' in a thick white font, just like the other members, except Sherlock was wearing a pair of baggy dark jeans with an embroidered skull to match his skull ring, (name) was..slaying, to put it simply and James was wearing a pair of pair of straight legged jeans, covered in rhinstones to match the glitter on his eyes. 

"Alright, we all ready? We need to hurry if we wanna get there on time." James said, exiting the door to walk towards johns old car. "Put your stuff in the back and we'll get going." 

"Didnt you say we'd be going to one of those rich neighbourhoods?" (Name) asked, putting her guitar in the boot of the car carefully. 

"Yeah," James nodded, opening the door to the passenger seat "The kids turning 18, so her parents let her do whatever the fuck she wanted. One of those new money types, you know." 

"That explains the money we're getting then." Sherlock said, shutting the door to the boot "If we can get more of their little rich friends to hire us for a parties or something, we'll be rich in no time." 

"Which will only happen if we don't play like shit." (Name) said harshly as she put on her seatbelt "You guys remember the song list?" 

"Considering we've been playing it non stop since Monday, yes, yes we do." James peaked behind his seat to look at her. He looked at Sherlock sat beside her. "You need to get your make up done before we start playing." 

"It's not my fault that shits so difficult." Sherlock groaned, folding his pale arms over his chest "Cant we just do it before we start playing?" 

(Name) sighed "you really are incompetent, arent you?" 

"At least my parents love me." 

"Are you the band?" A girl, about 19 or 20, asked the four at the door. 

(Name) held up her red guitar "obviously." She said "Where should we set up?" 

"Follow me," the girl said, guiding them through the large house to a big hall "There's only a few people here, you're lucky you arrived early." She explained while the band dragged their equipment in there. "You can set up in here, get the band stuff out that car, and you can start playing when there's like more people or whatever. The birthday girl's with her friends right now, but she'll come in here soon." 

"Alright, thanks." James murmured as she walked away "god this place is fucking huge." He said, turning to (Name) who was busy plugging her amp in

"I hate rich people." She whispered to him "Bet they have a pool or like a cinema room or some shit...Wonder how they could afford all this." She turned to Sherlock who had a blank expression "go help John get his drums in, dude." Sherlock rolled his eyes, walking out and dumping his guitar on the floor. 

"Her dad's an mp and her mums like a model, vogue and everything," James said, setting up his bass guitar 

(Name) narrowed her eyes at him as she put the mic down "how do you know that?" 

James chuckled nervously "err..google?" 

"Whatever." She said, turning her attention to Sherlock and John who were bringing in the drums. "Hurry up, I heard some cars pulling up out there. We still have a couple of things to do." 

"Actually we're pretty much done after we put these instruments in place," John said matter of factly then paused "oh wait, Sherlock needs to do his Makeup." 

"You're making me sound like a girl." Sherlock glared "I have no idea what I'm supposed to do. (Name), can't you help me out?” He begged with a whiney voice. 

“Sit down.” She said, pointing to the drummers stool before pulling out her makeup bag, kneeling before him. “Close your eyes.” She said, applying dark blue eyeshadow on the centre of sherlocks eyelids, surrounding it with glittery black eyeshadow on the edges. She took out an eyeliner pencil, asking Sherlock to open his eyes again and look up while she applied it to his waterline, smudging it slightly. 

“Done.” She held up her pocket mirror to his face. He took it, looking at his eyes slowly. “You look like Effy stonem if she was a guy.” 

“I’ll take that as a compliment,” Sherlock said, shutting the motto and handing it back to (name) who was putting away her makeup. “Thanks.” He said reluctantly. 

“Don’t mention it.” (Name) stood up, checking the mic to make sure it was working correctly. 

John peaked outside the open entrance, looking down the hall to see a storm of teenagers, mostly 17 and 18. He turned to the band, sitting down by his drums “ready?” 

“Barely.” (Name) groaned, watching the crowd gradually form while someone switched off the lights. She could smell the faint stench of alcohol flood the air, along with the scent of body odour and..was that weed..? 

“PST,” someone hissed from the side of the makeshift stage. It was the girl from earlier, the birthday girl’s older sister. “Hurry up, these kids are waiting.” She whispered 

(Name) ran a hand through her (hair colour) hair, messing it up on purpose as she picked up her guitar, leaning forward to the mic in front of her. 

(Quick A/N: this is the first song btw, super good, please listen to it.) 

It made a loud noise before she spoke. “Um..we’re the Baker Street boys,” she said nervously “Happy birthday,” she shut her eyes trying to remember the name 

“Tabitha, happy birthday Tabitha.” She repeats. “My name’s (Name), f-from the Baker Street boys, here with Sherlock,” cue a few giggles at his name “James, and our drummer, John.” She hesitantly smiled. “And this is ‘I bet that you look good on the dance floor, by the Arctic Monkeys, which is funny because uh..we’re doing only arctic monkeys covers today, haha.” 

Crickets. 

“A-Anyways, make some noise, or whatever.” She muttered as she took a deep breath, strumming her guitar while John started drumming. “Stop making the eyes at me, and I’ll stop making the eyes at you.” Her voice had cracked mid line in a whine, but somehow she had pulled it off, sparking a few of the sweaty teenagers to start singing along, despite it not being a typical TikTok song. 

“What it is that surprises me is that I don’t really want you to,” she sang, gripping the mic with one song whilst the rest of the band played in the background. 

Surprisingly or not, (name) was stiff, lacking any stage presence she may have previously had while she attempted to sing and play at the same time. She couldn’t believe she was thinking this, but thank god Sherlock was there as the backup guitarist. 

“And your shoulders are frozen,” She continued, slowly getting more confident 

“Cold as the night!” 

At least the others managed to remember to do back up vocals. 

“Oh but you’re an explosion!” (Name) had slowly begun to realise the rawness in her voice actually made this particular cover sound fairly good, and with the encouragement of those around her, the confidence had started to settle in. 

“You’re dynamite!” 

“Your name isn’t Rio but I don’t care for sand and lighting the fuse might result in a bang b-b-bang-oh!” She sang, fingers pointed in a gun while the other strummed at the guitar strapped over her chest “I bet that you look good on the dance floor, I don’t know if you’re looking for romance or, I don’t know what you’re looking for! I said I bet that you look good on the dance floor, dancing to electro pop like a robot from 1984, well from 1984!”  

“I wish that you’d stop ignoring me because it’s sending me to despair. Without a sound, yeah you’re calling me, and I don’t think it’s very fair,” she raised her voice slightly as she tried to sing over the increasingly loud crowd before her, her body much less stiff than when she started. She continued with the chorus, earning a few cheers as the band played better with each passing second. 

“Well from 1984..!” She almost panted, losing breath as she strained her vocal chords “Oh, there ain't no love, no Montagues or Capulets, Just banging tunes and DJ sets and dirty dance floors and dreams of naughtiness” 

While she sang that particular line, a face popped into her head, or rather the face. What was the posh blond man doing in her thoughts while she was screaming her lungs out singing some indie rock song? 

“Well I bet that you look good on the dance floor! I don’t know if you’re looking for romance or what, I don’t know what you’re looking for!!” Frankly, she doubted she would ever see him again, as upsetting as that seemed. Not like she had much of a chance though. “I said, I bet that you look good on the dance floor,” it would be funny, a smart guy with a rockstar wannabe like her “d-dancing to electro-pop like a robot from 1984,” She did want to see him again though…but he was probably an apparition or something, that explained why he looked so angelic. No. She had to see him again some day.

“Said from 1984!”

A/N: I wonder what will happen next >:). I’m so sorry for those who are only reading for Liam, I promise he’s gonna make another appearances in like a couple of chapters. Also this arc is kinda inspired by the Pistols series so watch that because it’s so good. Off topic but I got a cat and he’s so cute but also looks like Alex turner it’s hilarious.

[vals-sims-world]

Because I believe in saving the best for last let's start off going through the family with the most oc filled household, the Ealdor family.

This is Merlin's childhood best friend Will's family. Everyone but Will is an original character, though some are loosely based off of his family in a fic called Sunrise in Ealdor, Sunset in Camelot by mobycotton. We have Will's mother Sarah, his grandfather Aric, and his little brother Evan.

They're a peasant family working as swine herders and hunters, they provide the town's meat supply. However, that doesn't stop Aric and Evan from being massive animal lovers and adding 2 dogs, 2 cats, and a horse to the family over time.

Let's have a quick tour of the house they started with!

Pigpen out the front, two bedrooms, and a kitchen/dining area in the middle. Nothing fancy but enough to get by. The Ealdor Farm is a simple peasant home for a simple peasant life.

Their neighbors kept things interesting though. Merlin, Hunith, and Gaius live just across the road. Will and Merlin followed in their show counterpart's footsteps and became best friends very quickly. They frequently hung out at the tavern together and visited each other's houses. Sarah and Hunith also got along very well. In fact, they took quite a shine to one another and started a relationship. There was talk of moving in together after their boys got settled into their own lives, however this was not to be.

As winter started to approach a sickness swept through the town. It hit the Ealdor family hard. Aric, Sarah, and Will all succumbed to it leaving young Evan alone just as he was entering his teen year.

Thankfully he wasn't alone for long. A kind, but down on her own luck, cousin of Sarah's named Heather heard about what happened and came to take care of Evan. There was an adjustment period as the two got to know each other but they found their own rhythm of Evan going out hunting and Heather selling the meat to others in town. They managed to stay afloat and really bonded while cooped up during the winter.

One day Heather visited the Druid camp to try to sell to them.

While there she saw one of the druid girls bullying another druid girl, the two yelling at each other and fighting with the confrontation ending with one of the girls using magic to light the other on fire. Heather helped put the fire out and brought the girl back to her house to help her clean herself up. There she learned her name was Sefa and the girl she had been fighting with was Kara. Sefa got along with most of the druid camp, especially her best friend Daegal, but she and Kara hated each other and Kara made living there difficult for Sefa. Hearing all this Heather asked if Sefa would like to live with her and Evan. Sefa happily accepted.

Evan had been off on a hunt during all this but sparks flew the second he saw Sefa and he was more than happy to welcome her into their home. The two of them started a romance soon after and before long Sefa was pregnant. As soon as he found out Evan proposed and the two were married before their daughter Emry was born.

Sometime during Sefa's pregnancy, Heather met a kind, handsome knight named Sir Gregory Oliver. They fell for each other hard and fast. Not before long Gregory proposed. Heather accepted but was reluctant to leave Evan and Sefa. They were still so young and had a newborn on their hands. Gregory completely understood and moved in with them to help out as well. When Emry aged up to a toddler and Evan and Sefa seemed to have everything under control Heather and Gregory moved out into their own home. And just in time too cause Heather found out she was pregnant just after they moved. Her son Sean came just as news of Sefa's second pregnancy arrived. Heather and Gregory proved to not be able to keep their hands off of each other and their second son Trevor arrived a day after Evan and Sefa's twins Ari and Rena were born.

And now we've caught up to the present

Evan, Sefa, and their children carrying on the Ealdor family name after the tragedy of losing Sarah, Will, and Aric. Heather and Gregory Oliver starting their own family. We'll see how their story continues.

I'll leave you with some tour shots of their current homes The Ealdor Farm:

The Oliver Fisherman Hut:

Tagging those who asked: @tansyuduri @building-camelot