#decorative fence panels

[barrierboss-fencing-ltd]

Top Benefits of Installing Decorative Metal Fence Panels

Decorative metal fence panels are becoming increasingly popular for both residential and commercial properties. Their sleek designs, durability, and security features make them a go-to choice for homeowners, landscapers, and property managers. Unlike traditional wooden or vinyl fences, decorative metal fence panels offer a modern aesthetic appeal, superior strength, and low maintenance requirements.

In this blog post, we’ll explore the top benefits of installing decorative metal fence panels and why they’re a great investment for your property.

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1. Enhanced Curb Appeal

Decorative metal fence panels come in various designs, styles, and finishes, allowing homeowners to enhance the overall appearance of their property. Whether you prefer intricate patterns, minimalist designs, or ornate details, these panels can be customized to complement any architectural style.

Aesthetic Flexibility: From modern and sleek to vintage-inspired designs, decorative metal fencing adds a unique touch to your property’s exterior.

Boost Property Value: A well-maintained and visually appealing fence can significantly increase your home’s curb appeal, thereby boosting property value.

By choosing decorative metal panels, you invest in a long-lasting, stylish fencing solution that can transform the look of your outdoor spaces.

2. Durability and Longevity

One of the key advantages of decorative metal fence panels is their durability. Unlike wooden fences, which are prone to rot, warping, and termite damage, metal fences can withstand harsh weather conditions and last for decades.

Weather Resistance: Metal fences are highly resistant to rain, snow, and wind. They won’t warp or split, making them a superior option for regions with extreme weather conditions.

Rust Resistance: Many decorative metal panels are made from materials such as aluminum or galvanized steel, which are resistant to rust and corrosion, ensuring a long lifespan.

The longevity of these panels ensures you won’t need to worry about frequent replacements or repairs, saving you money in the long run.

3. Low Maintenance Requirements

Decorative metal fence panels require very little maintenance compared to traditional wooden fences. Once installed, they need minimal care to stay in top condition.

No Painting or Staining: Metal fences don’t require regular painting or staining like wood fences. A simple cleaning every now and then is all that’s needed to keep them looking pristine.

Resistant to Pests and Rot: You don’t have to worry about termites, mold, or mildew. Metal fencing is impervious to these common issues, unlike wood.

This low-maintenance feature makes metal fence panels a hassle-free option for busy homeowners and commercial property managers.

4. Increased Security and Privacy

Security is a top priority for many homeowners, and decorative metal fence panels offer both beauty and protection. These fences act as a strong barrier, deterring potential intruders while also providing privacy.

Sturdy Construction: The strength of metal fences makes them difficult to break or damage, offering enhanced security for your property.

Customizable Privacy Levels: You can choose panels with closer spacing or integrated privacy screens to increase the level of privacy for your outdoor spaces.

Whether you want to protect your home or simply create a private outdoor oasis, metal fences offer the perfect balance between aesthetics and security.

5. Sustainability and Eco-Friendliness

Decorative metal fence panels can be a more environmentally friendly option compared to other materials like wood or vinyl. Metal is often recyclable and has a longer life cycle, making it a sustainable choice for eco-conscious homeowners.

Recyclable Materials: Many metal fences are made from recyclable materials, meaning they can be repurposed at the end of their lifespan, reducing environmental waste.

Energy-Efficient Production: The production of metal fence panels often requires less energy compared to the processing of wood or plastic.

By choosing metal fence panels, you’re not only enhancing your property but also making a more sustainable and eco-friendly decision.

6. Versatility in Design and Function

Metal fence panels are incredibly versatile and can be used in a wide range of applications, from residential homes to commercial properties.

Customizable Designs: You can choose from an array of designs, patterns, and finishes to create a fence that fits your style and needs. Whether you want a sleek, modern design or something more ornate, metal panels can be tailored to meet your preferences.

Multiple Applications: Decorative metal fencing is ideal for a variety of uses, including garden borders, pool enclosures, property boundaries, and even decorative features within your landscaping design.

This flexibility allows homeowners to use decorative metal fencing in creative ways, making it a functional and attractive addition to any outdoor space.

7. Cost-Effectiveness

While the initial cost of installing decorative metal fence panels may be higher than wood or vinyl, their long-term cost-effectiveness makes them a smart investment.

Long-Term Savings: With minimal maintenance, superior durability, and a long lifespan, metal fences save you money on repairs, replacements, and upkeep.

Value for Money: Given their durability and aesthetic appeal, metal fences provide excellent value over time compared to other fencing materials.

Investing in a metal fence may require a larger upfront investment, but its long-term benefits make it a more economical choice in the long run.

8. Customizable Features

Decorative metal fence panels can be customized with additional features such as gates, lighting, or privacy screens to meet your specific needs.

Gate Options: Metal fencing can be paired with custom gates that enhance both the security and style of your property.

Integrated Lighting: You can incorporate lighting into your fence design to create an illuminated, secure perimeter that enhances nighttime visibility.

These customizable options allow you to create a fence that is not only decorative but also functional and tailored to your personal preferences.

Conclusion

Decorative metal fence panels offer numerous benefits, making them a popular choice for homeowners and property managers alike. From enhanced curb appeal and security to long-lasting durability and low maintenance, these fences provide both aesthetic and practical advantages. Their sustainability, versatility, and cost-effectiveness make them a wise investment that will stand the test of time. If you're looking for a fencing solution that combines beauty and functionality, decorative metal fence panels are an excellent option to consider.

[viralarcadian]

the escape artist can longer escape and he's kind of mad about it

[tapeskingdom]

wood pattern washi tape

[felixandresims]

This is the third part of the Estate Set. This time, it's a mix of items. You will get items for the garden, and I finished a few objects for the interior, too.

You will get:

Garden Furniture, including an armchair, loveseat, lounger and a parasol

Wrought Iron Gate and Fence

Hydrangea Bush and Potted Hydrangea

Cone-shaped Topiary and Potted Version

Different Hedge Pieces

Potted Citrus Tree

Timber Panelling

Plaster Walls with Trim

Adam Style Wall with Decals for extra Decoration

Curtains for all three Wall Heights

Several people have contacted me because the wallpapers haven't been showing correctly in their games since the DirectX 11 update. This update is in beta; I think the mistake might be on the EA's end, and I believe this will be fixed once DirectX 11 is appropriately released. If you are playing on DirectX 11, there is a fix. You can Download the latest version of Sims4Studio and run a Batchfix. Go to Content Management -> Batch Fixes -> Misc -> Update images for DX11. That should do the job and fix your wallpapers.

This is the final Part of the Estate Set for now. I enjoyed working on this subject and will likely continue this Set in the Future. Don't worry if you liked this content. I shall stay in the same world for the coming months, but it will be Cottagy instead of estate. I enjoyed making the Plants and Vines in the Estate Set, and I think a Cottage Garden would be an excellent continuation from there :)

This Set is on Early Access and will be available for everyone in November :) And you will find it here

Thanks again for your support and lovely comments; I appreciate them!

Lots of Love,

Felix xxx

[lynxgriffin]

Eldritchrune - Dreemurr of Sacrifice

1 | 2 | 3

Story Setup Eldritchrune Masterpost

Back in the light world, Asgore is still dealing with the heartache of the sacrifice, even months later. Mayor Holiday is still set on moving ahead, though!

Yay, it's nice to finally get back to some light world characters here! More with the Dreemurr family will be coming along soon!

Alt text for these pages under the read more:

Page 1 Panel 1: a landscape shot of the Holiday house and surrounding garden, with Rudy and Asgore outside the fence and hollybush hedge. The Delta Rune is emblazoned over the door and spiky snowflakes decorate the roof and fence.  Asgore is walking by with a wheelbarrow. Rudy: “Asgore, you old goat! Been way too long!” 

Panel 2: A closer shot of the two men- Rudy is slim and dressed in a crisp tunic, Asgore larger and wearing slouchy overalls. Asgore: “Howdy Rudy. You’re looking well!” Rudy, hand on his knee, bends over to hack and cough. Rudy: “Oh y’know… well enough, I guess! How’s business?” 

Panel 3: Asgore looks down,ruefully scratching the back of his head. His wheelbarrow is full of droopy plants, ready for planting. “Could be better… Those soldiers hassle me almost daily. But, I’ve gotten used to it, so it’s all right.” 

Panel 4: Rudy puts a comforting hand on Asgore’s shoulder. “Aww hey, you can complain to me any time…” he says. Asgore doesn’t avoid the touch but he doesn’t seem comforted. 

Page 2 Panel 1: close up on Rudy, who jerks his head to look as far behind him the door of the Holiday house opens to show the silhouette of a woman in a long dress. 

Panel 2: Rudy: “But uhh, I’ll let Carol here say her piece first. See you, Asgore!” He waves and pushes the gate open to go back to the house. Asgore looks taken aback. 

Panel 3: A textless landscape shot of the front of the yard. Rudy, halfway back to the house, turns to look behind him as Carol comes out of the large Holiday gate to meet Asgore, who is hunched in a half-bow with his hand over his heart. 

Panel 4: Asgore: “Howdy, Mayor Holiday.” He doesn’t look up at her, and we see only the back of her head, not her face. Carol: “Good day, Asgore. I appreciate you stopping by, as I wanted to inform you personally.” 

Panel 5: Carol leans into Asgore’s space, and he leans away, cowed. Neither of their eyes are visible, but we see their mouths: hers stern, his distressed. Carol: “We will be conducting the Ritual again in three month’s time, at the harvest moon. You and Toriel’s presence is required.”

Panel 6: Bust shot of Asgore, dismayed. “A…Again? You’ve… found another one?” His hand is still protectively over his heart. 

Page 3:  Panel 1: We see Carol’s face for the first time: she is severe looking, with medium length hair, a stiff dress, and a choker necklace and ornate belt. Her hand is also over her heart, though more like a formal salute. “I have tasked QC with obtaining the child.” 

Panel 2: Carol’s speech bubble continues as narration. “She’s been quite diligent in her duties, and believes we now have one open to the concept of self sacrifice.” The scene shown is QC- a friendly, soft woman with wildly curly hair- appearing to be at a street market. She is speaking to a child with a bandana neck scarf (Clover, from UT Yellow), but there’s no dialogue. 

Panel 3: Another shot of Carol in profile, gaze fixed intensely ahead. “With the Ritual rites already perfected, this time we will be successful.” 

Panel 4: A wide shot of Asgore, hunched over his wheelbarrow of wilty plant starts and flowers. There’s no dialogue. His expression is despondent. 

Panel 5: Carol: “Is there something you’re withholding, Asgore?” Asgore: “No. We’ll be there.” We don’t see his expression. Her hands are folded sternly in front of her. 

Panel 6: She moves once again into his space, pushing past the wheelbarrow to lean in. “I know that you two have been avoiding us in public since the last Ritual.”  Asgore cringes away like a dog that’s been scolded. 

Page 4: Panel 1: Carol continues. “Toriel has hardly spoken a word to me since then. I trust there is an explanation?” 

Panel 2: Asgore wrings his hands in front of him. His speech bubble covers up his eyes, but his mouth is downturned. “Carol… Toriel avoids you so much because she respects you. She does not want a confrontation.”

Panel 3: Carol, her expression still severe, almost angry. “A confrontation?” 

Panel 4: Asgore, still cringing and looking down: “I don’t know.. if I can explain just how badly losing Kris hurt.” 

Panel 5: His narration continues from the previous panel. “She’d be so cross if I knew I said this, but…” We see the past, Toriel kneeling and clutching the blankets of an empty bed, crying hard. Asgore kneels beside her, holding her shoulders. He’s crying too, unable to comfort her. “The night of the sacrifice, when we got home… Toriel collapsed and wept so long and hard I was afraid her heart would simply stop.” 

Panel 6: Sill the past with present Asgore’s narration over the top. “And then, once Asriel left too… Both of our children were gone.” Left to right, in the interior of the Dreemur’s house, Asgore stands dismayed as an unhappy Toriel rushes after Asriel, who is walking out the door with a bag on his shoulder. He’s looking back but is clearly set on leaving. 

Page 5 Panel 1: Back in the present, Asgore is even more hunched in on himself, hugging his fists to his chest with his expression drawn tight and sad. “I know Toriel acts as though she is fine, but that’s simply because she is stronger than I am. The tension between us is so terrible that I’m afraid she’d leave me if she had somewhere to go!” 

Panel 2: Close on his distressed, panicky face, looking away from the confrontation. “And part of me can’t help wondering… w-what if we were…”

Panel 3: Carol jabs a finger in Asgore’s face. “We. WILL. Be rewarded for our sacrifices. Of this I am CERTAIN.” She’s stern, but her fists aren’t clenched- she’s controlled. Asgore shrinks under her words, looking up at her as he stammers “I-I know, but…”

Panel 4: Carol’s speech: “You talk of heartache. Kris was not even your child by blood.” Asgore looks down, ashamed. 

Panel 5: Carol continues, hand splayed over her chest. For the first time her expression is something other than stern, perhaps angry- still that, but pained. “Do you think your pain is greater than the one I feel, for December? Whom I gave away first?” 

Panel 6: Asgore plucks at his sleeve, looking away guiltily. “No, of course not-” 

Page 6 Panel 1: Carol’s brief moment of any other emotion is gone. She sweeps her arm to the side. “And yet I have put aside my grief for years, all for the sake of you, and everyone else, in this town. I will do whatever it takes to drive this invader from our doors, and restore this town to the peace it once had.” 

Panel 2: Carol’s face is almost a snarl. “All I require is that you, my oldest friends, trust me.” Asgore looks abashed. 

Panel 3: Close on Asgore’s downturned mouth, so none of the rest of his expression is visible. “Of course. Of course we do.” 

Panel 4: Carol draws away, her face returned to calm sternness. “That’s good to hear. Our children don’t need our tears.” 

Panel 5: Carol turns to go back into her gate, dismissing Asgore with a wave. “But our town does need our efforts.”  Asgore watches her go, putting his hands back to his wheelbarrow. 

Page 7 Panel 1: Another wide shot of the Holiday house and gardens, with Carol walking back to the house and Asgore outside the gate. Carol: “So I’ll see you both at the next gathering.” 

Panel 2: Asgore looks down at his wheelbarrow, despondently. His plants are all notably wilted. “Good day, Mayor.” The sky behind him darkens. 

[bluebellsandcocklesshells]

Fire Pit Landscape (Toronto)

[fyeahlsy]

Eclectic Landscape - Landscape

[syninplays]

Medieval Set - ts3

It's been 84 years, but it's done. 35 objects from AggressiveKitty's Medieval Set now for The Sims 3!

Note: yeah I know a lot of stuff was left out, I tried to pick the things I actually liked and thought I would use for my game, plus passed on some stuff that is very similar to existing ts3cc or that was very high poly (*coughs* like the bed frames & the fireplace *coughs*)

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If you feel like it, you can support my tears me on Patreon or Ko-fi 🥺🥰

Polycounts + name references are under the cut ↓

Stone Tower - 1,1k

Medieval Cathedral Pinnacle - 4,1k poly (recolorable!)

Medieval Cathedral Tower - 3k poly (recolorable!)

Medieval Stone Panel Medium (& small) - 4,7k poly

Medieval Castle Stone Arch - 614 poly

Medieval Castle Square Tower - 6,5k poly

Medieval Gothic Trim - 1,5k poly (recolorable!)

Medieval Gothic Fence (trim) - 1,5k poly (recolorable!)

Medieval Single Star Window Bay - 800 poly (last swatch is recolorable!)

Medieval Top Dome - 2,5k poly (last two swatches are recolorable!)

Medieval Nuremburg Half Window Decor - 1,8k poly

Medieval Asset Spike - 6,1k poly

Medieval Castle Stair Tower - 6,6k poly

Medieval Tiny City Dome Full - 5,5k poly

Medieval Tiny City Dome Half - 5,4k poly

Medieval Castle Pack Long Tower - 5,2k poly

Medieval Castle Pack Stand Tower - 5,4k poly

Medieval Castle Pack Tower I - 550 poly

Medieval Castle Pack Building - 3k poly

Medieval City Small Dormer - 4,1k poly

Medieval Gothic Flower Divider Medium - 4,6k poly

Medieval Gothic Flower Divider Small - 4,6k poly

Medieval Gothic Fence Column - 6,7k poly

Medieval Lady Casket - 2,4k poly

Medieval Long Tapestry - 2,9k poly

Medieval Lord Gold Silver Wine Cup - 3,7k poly

Medieval Reliquary - 16,7k poly! (couldn't lower it more sorry!)

Medieval Open Letter - 2,1k poly

Medieval Small Reliquary - 3,6k poly

Medieval Ye Olde Book - 5,3k poly

Medieval Bereau Writing Box - 5,7k poly

Medieval Lady Gold Silver Wine Cup - 4k poly

Medieval Small Tapestry - 1,9k poly

Medieval Living Chair - 2,6k poly

[hometoursandotherstuff]

Detroit, MI is slowly coming back and you can find a very inexpensive home in a great neighborhood like this for under $200K. This is a little 1948 Tudor with 3bds, 3ba, and is only $140K. But, what is going on with the decor? Let's go inside.

We begin with the fireplace decor. I have never seen anything like this, nor would I even think of such a configuration. Flanking the fireplace are tables made from vintage trundle sewing machine bases.

Have you ever seen such wall hangings? It appears that there's delicate black see-thru art placed over other art.

I'm fascinated. Is there a meaning to it?

The same theme carries over to the window. There's even a sort of fencing.

This would be the dining room.

If the new owner does not like the kitchen cabinet art, I wonder if it's removeable.

The pink & blue bath has some decals on the tile, and it looks like original 1948 tile. Look at all the fringe. Where do you get stuff like that?

There are more fringy curtains in the bedroom, and even the bedspread has it.

Perhaps the original owner was a flapper or a Go-Go Girl.

The stair and landing walls are decorated with various wallpaper squares.

This room looks like a den. I don't see a TV, unless it's hidden in the art.

The wallpaper collage continues in the upstairs bath, but there's some cool burgundy original tile.

Someone was very busy pasting wallpaper squares. You can actually go to a store that sells wallpaper and ask for the discontinued sample books, or even buy them on eBay. I used to use them for crafts as a children's librarian.

This small room has nice knotty pine paneling.

Looks like the basement is finished.

There's a laundry area in the back.

It's a large basement with several rooms.

And, this is a large half bath.

There's a sun room on the back of the house, plus a beautiful lawn and garage.

6,098 sq ft lot

[simstorian-blog]

Residential Floorplan Suggestions

New York City: TWO

(CC List + Links)

World Map: San Myshuno

Area: Spice Market – Waterside Warble

Lot Size:  30 x 30

Capacity:

A Dive Bar

An Internet Café

A Pizzeria

A Tattoo Parlor

Bonus: 6 residential rental units floorplans completed – not assigned

Gallery ID: Simstorian-ish

Packs Needed

Expansion Packs

Cats & Dogs

City Living

Discover University

For Rent

Get Together

Get To Work

Growing Together

High School Years

Horse Ranch

Snowy Escape

Game Packs

Dine Out

Dream Home Decorator

Jungle Adventure

Outdoor Retreat

Parenthood

Spa Day

Star Wars: Journey to Batuu

Strangerville

Vampires

Stuff Packs

Crystal Creations

Home chef Hustle

Laundry Day

Moschino

Kits

Castle Estate

Courtyard Oasis

Cozy Bistro

Desert Luxe

Recommended Gameplay Mods

(Please read through what each mod has to offer before deciding if it fits your gameplay style or not.)

Carl’s Dine Out Reloaded

City Vibes Lot Traits

Functional Tattoo Parlor

Functional Venue Lot Traits

Lock/Unlock Doors for Any Lot

Spawn Refresh

Use Residential Rentals shared areas as Community Lots & Create Multi-Purpose Community Lots

Build Mode

CharlyPancakes

Chalk Pt.2 (Tiles)

Felixandre

Chateau Pt. 1 (Stone Foundation)

Chateau Pt. 2 (Doors, Metal Pieces, Tiles, Walls)

Colonial Pt. 3 (Fence 2, Plaster Foundation 2, Railing 2)

Florence Pt. 1 (Fresco Mural)

Grove Pt. 4 (Plaster Column, Plaster Floor)

London Interior (Dining Chair, Stool, Walls)

Paris (Cartouche Large, Corbel, Swag)

Schwerin (Terracotta Female)

SOHO Pt. 2

SOHO Pt. 3

SOHO Pt. 4

Harrie

Brownstone Pt. 2 (Traditional Door Frame – Med, Traditional Door – Med, Traditional Window 2 - Med)

Coastal Pt. 2 (Column)

Klean Pt. 3 (Concrete Floor, Painted Walls)

Kwatei Pt. 1 (3x1 BiFold, Double Arch, Single Interior Door)

Mutske

Stairs Add-on

Lijoue

Louer Collection (Iron Fence, Railing, Stone Stairs)

Peacemaker

Bistro Expanded (Awning 1x1)

Graffiti Mural 01

Pierisim

Winter Garden Pt. 2 (Double Door High, High Window w Bottom x2)

Sooky88

Checkered Marble Floor

English Country Wall Set (Subway Tiles, Subway Tiles w Wallpaper)

Scandinavian Wall Set (Plain w Tiles)

Syboubou

Neighborly 1 (Ceiling Outdoor Light, Mailbox)

Neighborly 2 (Interphone)

Buy Mode

AroundTheSims4

Laundromat (Seating x3 – Metal Base)

Tattoo Parlor (First Aid Kits, Gloves, Ink, Ink Display, Light, Saddle Stool, Tattoo Gun)

Cepzid

Functional Tattoo Chair

Felixandre

Berlin Pt. 1 (Curtain – Tall)

SOHO Pt. 1

Harlix

Baysic (Coffee Table, container, End Table, Kitchen Cabinet, Kitchen Counter, Kitchen Island, Kitchen Sink, Kitchen Trolley, Kitchen Accent Counter 1-3, Sofa)

Jardane (Leather Pouffe)

Kichen (Cabinet, Cups, Glasses, Plant, Shelf)

Kichen 2.0 Pt. 2 (Glasses 2 & 4)

Harrie

Shop The Look 1 (Armchair, Coffee Table)

Shop The Look 2 (Ceramic Side Table)

Shop The Look 3 (Circular Cushion)

Spoons Pt. 2 (2 Tile Glass Pedastal- Short & Tall, Counters, Espresso Bar, Island, Pastry Platter, Pizza Board, Shelving)

Kiwisims4

Blockhouse Dining (Booth Seating)

KKB

The Chilling Home (Module Bar Stool)

LittlleDica

Greasy Foods (Napkins, Salt Shaker, Stalls Door, Stalls Wall, Vents, Wet Floor Sign)

Modern Kitchen Stuff (Soft Breeze)

Rise & Grind (Décor Mural 2, Décor Syrup Bottle, Décor Wall Painting Menu, Dining Tables – All, Wastebun Counter)

Max20

Happily Ever After (Sign of Attention)

NANDO

Fashion Store (Ceiling Lamp)

Pierisim

Coldbrew Coffee Shop Pt. 3 (Menu, Paper Cup, Tea Box, Tips Jar)

MCM Pt. 1 (Simstudio Display)

MCM Pt. 4 (Kitchen Island)

Ravasheen

Shake and Shimmy Dance Floor

Shop Chef (Drink Dispenser)

Severinka

Industrial Light II

Simkoos

Clutter Dump Pt. 2  (Boba Notepad, Boba Stacked Cups V1, Cafeteria Straw Dispenser)

SimspirationBuilds

Toffee Pt. 1 (Art)

Syboubou

Catherine Sushi Restaurant (Wall Shelf 1 & 3)

Contemporary Haven (Armchair, Artworks, End Table, Sofa 3P Left)

Macaron (Counter Display)

TaurusDesign

Lilith Chilling Area Pt. 1 (Bartender Kit, All Drinks, SulSul Sign)

Tuds

Cave (Panel Light 2 x 4)

IND 01

IND 03

Turn Couch

Wondymoon

Fraxinus AIO Computer (DL on Patreon)

DO NOT REUPLOAD MY LOTS.

DO NOT CLAIM THEM AS YOUR OWN.

DO NOT PLACE BEHIND A PAYWALL.

Tray Files: DOWNLOAD

[mainlyjustthesims]

CANDY NURSERY TS3

Candy Nursery for ts3

Build catalog: 2 walls with panelling, with wallpaper or paint and one carpet floor Functional items: Crib, toddler bed, changing table,rocking chair.pouf ottoman, dresser, potty, high chair, playmat,bookcase Lights : Ceiling lamp.rabbit lamp Decor: Wall shelves,books, cloud rug, diapers box, vanity case, plant, mirror and little shoe boxes,playpen fence with assorted gate.two toys,cat plushie.

All objects are low poly All objects are not recolourable !!NOTE!! You will need Midnight Hollow for the playmat to work and the baby changing table you will need the store changing table aswell as supernatural for the rocking chair to work!

All objects where converted by me! All credits go to @syboubou for the meshes and textures! Sims 4 version can be find here

TOU Please dont reupload! Dont upload behind paywalls! Dont claim as your own work! Read the original creators TOU before doing anything to there meshes!

OTHER NOTE Some functional objects isnt perfect but is tested in game and work perfectly fine!

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[sleepingdeath-light]

myers’ girl ; 18

requested by ; anonymous (kinktober entry)

word count ; 1048

content ; sexually explicit content, public sex, vaginal sex, wall sex, rough sex, choking, possessive sex

fandom ; halloween / slashers

pairing ; michael myers (any) x cis female reader

read also on ; ao3

minors and ageless blogs will be blocked

Being known as ‘Michael Myer’s girl’ brought with it a great many unique experiences, both good and bad. Good, like people going to great lengths to avoid you on the street which meant that you had more than your fair share of personal space to do with whatever you wish. Bad, like the cashiers in the local shops refusing to look at you or otherwise acknowledge you as you buy what you need, making things much more uncomfortable than they ever ought to be. Good, like feeling safe no matter where you went or who you were with because the only killer in town was your boyfriend and nobody wanted to piss of the infamous ‘Shape of Haddonfield’. Bad, like people leaving all sorts of defamatory and insulting graffiti all over the five-times-repainted walls of your home: ‘whore’, ‘traitor’, ‘cunt’, and, of course, ‘Myers’ Girl’ (usually misspelled in a slightly different way each time it was written). 

Just calling your experience a mixed bag would be the understatement of the century.

But so long as you had your Michael by your side you found yourself (mostly) unbothered by the behaviour of your previously chipper and chatty friends and neighbours. He was all you really needed, after all… even if sometimes he thought you needed to be convinced of that yourself, which lead to some of the most enjoyable but mortifying moments in your relationship.

Moments like this.

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Your position was precarious to say the very least and had you been able to form a coherent thought you might have just complained about it: the palms of your hands were pressed flat against the spray painted, white panelled front wall of your house, the decorative wood rough and damp beneath your skin as you tried hopelessly to try and brace yourself against the slippery, splintered surface; your legs were spread as widely as they could go with Michael’s heavy boots placed on the inner side of each foot to keep them in place, the tattered remains of your knife slashed underwear and jeans just barely hanging on around your knees, exposing everything from your thighs to your midsection to the cool autumn air (and anyone who might walk past your home); one of his large, calloused hands was wrapped around your throat, thumb rhythmically caressing over one side whilst the rest of his fingers periodically tightened and relaxed, giving you just enough room to breathe whilst making it abundantly clear what he could do if he got the impulse; his cock, thick and long and hot, was pounding into your dripping pussy from behind, hips slamming so hard against your ass that had it not been for his harsh grip on your body you’d have surely gone flying whilst he filled and stretched you to the brink over and over again.

It was mortifying, humiliating, degrading, to be fucked so primally against your own home, the only thing separating you from the rest of your neighbourhood being some tall bushes and that feeble fence you really ought to replace. One neighbour going on a midday stroll away from being caught with your pants around your ankles and a dick stuffed inside of you whilst you drooled and whimpered like a bitch in heat — if they could even see you with Michael’s imposing figure looming over you, that is.

Not that that would make your reputation any worse, being ‘Myers’ Girl’ had already murdered your social life more than any act of public lewdness ever could, but it was more about the principle.

Then again you were much too distracted to bother thinking of anything beyond his hands on your body or his length stretching your cunt beyond what you thought possible. Too caught up in the feeling of that large hand wrapped around your throat as it tightened, and relaxed, and tightened, and relaxed, a warning so deliberate that even your pleasure-fogged mind couldn’t miss it. Too preoccupied with the wet slap of his skin colliding with your own as he pumped that thick shaft into your pussy with so much roughness and speed that you felt less like a partner and more like a glorified cock sleeve. Too engrossed with way his other hand groped at your chest and waist, keeping you in place and exploring what belongs to him at the same time whilst only making your mind fog worse and worse as you started to mount your peak. Too far gone to think as you lost yourself to the sound of his voice, rough and scratchy and quiet from lack of use, as he panted and grunted under that mask of his, the well-worn latex just barely brushing against your ear with each and every thrust.

It was too much and yet precisely what you needed, with every movement and sound pushing you closer and closer to the edge until, finally, something snapped and you were sent spiralling into a climax so intense that you’d have surely collapsed to the floor had it not been for Michael’s strong grip on your body. Coming so hard that your vision whited out and your senses were so overwhelmed that all you could do was call out for him, too far gone to notice or care how loud you were being as he continued to fuck you through your climax.

Not even altering his roughness as he went, not caring to make it easier on you as you started to straddle the line between overwhelming pleasure and overstimulating pain and your moans and whimpers turned into sobs and gasps. Only slightly loosening his grip on your neck to let you breathe better when you started to pant and wheeze for air. Only barely slowing down when you started to tremble and quake beneath him, giving you just enough change to stop you from being in too much pain without compromising on his own wants too much — but he didn’t stop, not for more than a second at a time, anyway.

This was about showing you who you belonged to, after all, and Michael Myers wouldn’t be content until the only thing you could say was his name — and until you were screaming it so loudly that even your farthest neighbours knew how proud you were to be his girl.

[hamsterbellbelle]

CC list for The Columbarium🎦:

3D wall art || Candles holder || Chair || Cinder block pile/scaffolding || Clock || Counters || Cup clutter || Drink crate || Entrance plaque|| Floor dirt || Floor/light strip || Floor/wallpaper/fence/arch/pillar/square skylight || Floor || Floor (Day 12) || Folded chairs ||

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[theidiotwhowritesthings]

A Fresh Start [2]

Din Djarin x F!Reader

Warnings: none? reader is still hiding secrets of her past, mentions of like depressive symptoms without using that specific word though

Word Count: 5,940

Summary: When you made plans for your future they never involved being hired by a  Mandalorian to baby-sit his adorable, green gremlin of a child.  However, after your life fell apart in the span of one disastrous night,  you found it to be the only feasible option you had left. Nevarro was a  far cry from Coruscant, but the thriving community turned out to be  exactly what you needed. Every day you spend in Nevarro you fall more  and more in love with your new life, but when your past rears its ugly  head you find that perhaps peace wasn't meant for everyone.

Chapter #02: ARE YOU TRYING TO SAY BEAR?

Chapter Summary: You’re settling into a new city, and the Marshal lowkey thinks about firing you twenty minutes into the job.

  “make sure

  that the walls

  you build

  to protect yourself

  do not become a prison.”

  ⏤yung pueblo

There were three small neighborhoods that surrounded Nevarro, and the Marshal lived in the one closest to main street. After meeting the Mandalorian and his son, Nima took you back to her house. You planned on staying with her through the night and then starting your trial period today. You considered bringing your belongings with you but decided against it. What if you failed after a measly 24 hours? What if you were so terrible that Mado sent you home before dinner? It’d be embarrassing to carry all your stuff out after just carrying it in.

You admired the houses as you passed them looking for the address Nima had supplied you. It was a nice neighborhood. You weren't sure how an area settled in a lava plain could look like a place someone would want to settle, but this neighborhood was on the same side of a volcanic spring which left rivets of spring water all throughout the collection of houses. The homes were made to match the town itself and the white stone was a sharp contrast to the glassy, black ground that wasn't already paved with gray foot stones. Not much could grow in the ground underfoot, but planters had been designed all around with greenery and plant life. Despite it only being a little after 7 in the morning, the neighborhood was awake with movement. A man working on a fence around his home waved at you as you passed him. Two houses down, a mother checking her mail, infant in arms, greeted you as well.

It took a few more minutes to come across the house you were looking for. It looked similar to all the others. A small, one story home with shades of light and dark blue decorating the white rocks. The shutters on the large round windows matched the blue tones. There was a planter in the front yard where a thick tree resided. Gray stones led up to the front porch where a bench sat off to the side. It wasn’t the kind of place you could imagine a Mandalorian calling home. Not that you had a mental image of what a Mandalorian should call home.

Nervously, you straightened your clothes and pressed forward. The Marshal said he liked to get to work about 8:30 so you wanted to get here early enough to help out with Grogu while he got ready for work. You jogged onto the porch and knocked on the door.

A minute or so passed before the wooden door swung open revealing the same towering form covered in silver beskar as yesterday. Today he didn’t have on the baby carrier that lessened his intimidation factor. Your spine stiffened involuntarily, but you forced a smile and nod. “Morning!”

“Good morning.” He stepped off to the side. Quickly, you stepped in and let your eyes glance over the foyer. There was a small dining area to the left and a set of closed, glass paneled doors to the right that looked like an office. Ahead was an open kitchen and living room. The living room had tall glass windows to let in natural light, and there was an archway on the other side of the kitchen that you assumed led to the rest of the house. It was a neat and clean area with simple furniture, but little aspects like the folded clothes sitting on the couch and the stuffed animal lying on a rug next to some knick knacks made it feel lived in. “Did you have trouble finding the place?”

“No,” You said quickly, “It was easy enough. Sorry if I’m late.”

“You’re fine. Grogu is eating breakfast, but I do have to head in a little early.”

You followed him through the wide arch that took you from the foyer into the space that sat between the kitchen and living room. Hidden from initial view, Grogu sat in a high chair between the kitchen counter and island. His tray was covered in fruit and scrambled eggs. The child paused in eating to lift his gaze to you and gave a small wave. You chuckled and waved back. Grogu began to babble, but he was quick to return to eating.

“The bedrooms are down the hall and so is the fresher. I haven’t completely finished with a space for you yet, to be honest.”

You chuckled and waved your hands. “Don’t even worry about it. This was all sort of short notice-ish, right?” He nodded once. “I didn’t even bring my stuff with me yet so… um, anything I should know before you go?”

“Do you have a frequency number?”

“Oh.” You blurted. It was on your to-do list to get one, but you had completely forgotten. “I don’t actually. Mine broke when I was leaving Tatooine, and I planned on getting a new one while here."

Mando walked past you back toward the front of the house. You followed him with your eyes, but stayed stuck in place. A little laugh made you look over to Grogu who was reaching out to you⏤ his tray now clear of all food.

“You ate that stuff really fast.” You mumbled. When you reached out to hold his hand you realized the kid’s grip was sticky from the fruit he had eaten. “Oops, hang on.” You searched the kitchen and found a rag to run under the sink. Once damp with warm water, you came back to the kid and began to clean off his hands and around his mouth. “Messy little boy. Where’d your dad go? He’s not gonna kill me for not owning a communicator is he?”

Grogu giggled in response to your question. That wasn't a 'no'. The sound of approaching footsteps made you turn, and the Mandalorian returned with a new item in hand. He held it out for you, and you set down the rag on the high chair tray to take it. It was an older communicator built into an arm band.

“Thank you.” You said and struggled to attach it to your forearm.

“Those are tougher to break.” Mando’s words sounded like a teasing joke, but it was hard to get a read on the helmeted man. So you just shot him a smile in response. He wasn’t wrong. Granted, you broke your communicator throwing it into a wall after a fit of anger when news of the trial's most recent update had reached you. Since you didn't plan on checking in on anymore updates, any communicator in your grip was probably in safe hands. “It already has my frequency programmed into it. I’d prefer if you only called if there’s an emergency, but…I’d also like message updates. If you could.”

You nodded. “Absolutely. Is there anywhere he needs to be or anything specific that needs doing today?”

“No.” Mando shook his head. “He doesn’t start school for a few more weeks.”

“Well, alright. We’ll just hang out then.”

Mando stepped closer, toward his son, and you backpedaled so you’d be out of his way. Mando rubbed Grogu’s head lovingly, “I have to go, ad’ika. I’ll be back for dinner. Be good today.” He pointed a finger at him. “No trouble.”

Grogu grasped the finger with his hands. His eyes glanced over at you before returning to his father. He began to babble as he usually did. It was hard to tell, but it seemed like Mando’s shoulders slumped a bit. Was he nervous about leaving his son with you? You could understand the sentiment. You cleared your throat and hoped to reassure him. “I’ll keep a good eye on him, and we’ll have a fun day!”

“Alright. Thank you.” Mando nodded. He leaned down to lightly tap his forehead against Grogu’s. The child preened in excitement, hands batting at his helmet, and Mando chuckled in response. “Don’t hesitate to call if any issues arise.”

Mando left, giving Grogu one last glance over his shoulder, and you heard the front door close. With a steadying breath, you glanced down at the child who was staring up at you with curious eyes. He grunted out a chirp and you shrugged in response. “Now what?”

“Sorry, I’m late.” Din huffed as he hurried into the room. Cara sat at her desk while Mayfeld stood off to the side throwing darts at the board pinned to the wall. “Where’s Karga?”

“Just missed him.” Mayfeld responded without looking over at him. “He got tired of waiting.”

“I’m two minutes late.” Din argued.

“I’m just the messenger, boss man.” Mayfeld whistled. The man had drifted to Nevarro a week or so after Din accepted Karga's offer to be Marshal. As a 'dead man', all he had to do was stay out of the attention of the New Republic. Considering Nevarro was being advertised as a trade port truly independent from any well known bureaucracy in the system. It made sense for him to drift here, and once Din saw him he offered him work. Pirates and hunters still showed up here and there, and Din needed more than just himself and Cara. "He went back to his office."

Din resisted the urge to roll his eyes. Karga had said it was important they spoke this morning. He had rushed out of the house at his friend’s request, and it annoyed him that Karga wasn’t here. If this meeting was getting postponed regardless he could’ve just stayed an extra half hour with his son.

Cara chuckled from where she sat. “How’s the new nanny?”

“You hired a nanny?” Mayfeld turned, dart in hand, with wide eyes.

“He sure did.” Cara answered. “Nima’s not cousin.”

“What’s a not cousin?” Mayfeld furrowed his brow. He crossed the room to sit on the edge of Cara’s desk.

“A cousin you’re not actually related to.”

Din sighed with a shake of his head. “I think I have to let her go.”

“Seriously?” Cara sat up in her seat. “What happened? What’d she do?”

“Nothing.” Din responded quickly. “She’s…nice.”

He felt bad for even bringing it up. Cara and Mayfeld both stared at him waiting for him to elaborate. It wasn’t that Din had a problem with you personally. Yesterday's meeting had gone well. He had gotten a good feeling. You seemed trustworthy, smart, and kind. Din trusted his gut explicitly and his gut wasn't warning him of incoming danger. That was the best kind of recommendation a person could get.

However, this morning Grogu had held back. He chose to babble rather than use basic or Mando’a. It was a little thing, Grogu not referring to him as ‘buir’ when he said good-bye, but it sat wrong with him. Their home was a safe place. Din still wasn’t sure why his son was so peculiar about when he chose to speak and when he chose to babble, but he knew Grogu was comfortable enough to do it at home with him. He didn’t want to risk losing that. Not to mention, how would he take his helmet off with a stranger wandering around his house?

“We have a system. I don’t want to risk ruining that.” Din said.

Cara shook his head. “That’s not a good reason to fire Nima’s not cousin.”

“It’s not firing.” Din sighed. “We agreed on a trial. So, technically…”

“Poor, poor girl.” Mayfeld shook his head with a cluck of his tongue. “She didn’t stand a chance, did she?”

Din set his hands on his hips in annoyance. He reminded himself that firing his team would just mean having to find new people to help him watch over the city. Cara rose from her seat and clapped her hands. “Let’s go see Karga. I can lecture you on the way there.” He sighed while Mayfeld just chuckled and went back to throwing darts. While Cara and Din went to city hall, Mayfeld would man the station in case anyone came running in with an emergency. “Come on, Mando.”

The Magistrate's building wasn’t a far walk from the station. They could’ve taken the speeders if they wanted to, and saved themselves fifteen minutes, but Din liked walking around the city ensuring everything was in order. He hoped it brought comfort to those establishing their lives here that they were safe. The more Nevarro grew, the more risks came into play. Pirates, wild animals, hunter, and bandits. There was a list of dangers to keep an eye open for. Those reasons aside, Din also knew Cara wouldn’t pass on an opportunity to tell him he was being an idiot.

“You do realize it’s a bad look to promise a trial period to a woman then decide to fire her twenty minutes into her first day, right?”

Din shook his head and kept his gaze on the buildings around them. “I haven’t made a decision yet.”

“The fact that you’re even thinking about it though…”

“Grogu is settled in our routine. He’s doing so well, I don’t want to mess that up.”

“I think this might do him some good.” Cara argued. Din waited patiently for her to explain her thought process. He valued his friend’s opinion and though any topic about his son was a touchy one, he’d always hear them out. “Up until now, who all has been watching him?”

Din shrugged. “Peli mostly. Ms. Jeelk from the flower shop. You and Karga in short moments.”

“The kid needs to meet new people to grow. It’s why you’re so excited for him to start school. Isn’t it?”

“Well, yes.”

Cara nodded. “It might take the little guy a minute to warm up to her, but introducing him to different people is probably a good idea. It’s just an adjustment period.” Both her and Din returned the warm greetings of a few people they passed. “He’s safe here, you know.” Cara reached out to punch him in the arm with a grin. “You did good, Mando. You made him a home. The fight is over.”

They continued on to the Magistrate's office, and Cara gave him the time to mull over what she had said. She was right. This was the safest they had ever been, but it was hard to shake the fear. It was less than a year ago that he was on the run with Grogu avoiding the Moff Gideon and the Imps who wanted to hurt his son. Grogu’s nightmares may have stopped, but Din still found himself looking over his shoulder waiting for their bubble of safety to pop.

As they neared the end of the road, the statue of IG-11 came into view. Coming down from the stairs of the building was Greef Karga as he spoke to the Captain of the local fire station.

“Maybe,” Din spoke up and both of them stopped a few feet from the building, “I’ll give her a better chance.”

“A better chance than the twenty minutes you’ve already given?” Cara teased.

Din chuckled. “Yes.”

“Mando!” Karga cheered. As he drifted toward them dressed in his Magistrate robes of gold and red. His assistant droid meandering behind him. Cara and Din gave a quick good-bye wave to the fire captain as he left. Karga pulled the attention back to himself. “What took you so long, my friend?”

Nanny dilemma aside, it was time for him to focus on work.

“Personally, I’ve never been a fan.” You continued to color on the paper laying on the floor in front of you. “Some of the dried fruits just have a weird texture to me. You know?” You lifted your gaze to point your crayon at Grogu who was alternating between drawing and snacking on a bowl of dried apricots that you had rustled out of the pantry. “But something tells me that you eat just about anything. That’s the vibe I’m getting.”

Grogu chirped out an acknowledgement.

Since Mando had left, the day had gone fairly easy. Grogu was cute and keeping him entertained had been fun thus far. You had been busy with him playing with his toys, snacking, running around the backyard, snacking, drawing⏤ and of course, more snacking. The kid was like a black hole. You thought after preparing him a lunch of a sandwich and chips it would’ve kept him full, but only an hour later he was gulping down apricots while drawing.

“Am I supposed to be feeding you this much?” You asked. “How much does your dad feed you?”

Grogu babbled his response without looking up at you. He was working hard on a picture of his dad and what looked like some kind of bulky ship behind him. It was pretty good for a kid. All the papers he had colored on were of either him and his dad or a collection of other people you didn’t recognize. One was another Mandalorian but in different colored armor. You wondered if this armored man lived in Nevarro as well, and if so how many Mandalorians this place had in total.

“Who is that?” You reached out from where you rested on the floor to point at the picture of his father. Grogu lifted his head to give you a curious look. His head tilted comically and you grinned. “Who is this, Grogu?” He babbled in response. You didn’t spend a lot of time with kids and it had been ages since you practiced any kind of pediatric medicine specifically, but you remembered enough. Developmentally, you knew talking to a kid in full sentences with an actual vocabulary was better than baby talk. It was also good to ask them questions for them to answer. “Who is that?”

Grogu lightly slapped his hand against the paper while he chirped out nonsense.

“Is it your dad?” You asked. “Da? Daddy? Dada?” You weren’t sure what the kid called Mando if he knew how to say anything at all. “Father?”

Grogu grew quiet for a moment, staring at you, and you just offered him a soft, patient smile⏤ giving him the time to offer a response in any way he could. Finally, Grogu carefully set his hand on his father’s drawn chest tenderly. “Buir.”

Your eyes widened in surprise at the new sound. “Who is that?”

“Buir. Buir.” Grogu gave the page a soft pat and he said the word slowly as if he were trying to teach you now.

“Boo-uur?” You tried to repeat. “Byu⏤ Are you trying to say bear?”

Grogu shook his head, ears whipping around him, and he leaned forward the pat your chin. “Buir. Buir.”

“Buir.” You repeated the sound he made. Grogu beamed and bounced in place. “Okay, buir.” He ate another apricot and went back to drawing. “So you call your dad ‘buir’. Is that Mandalorian?” You paused. “It’s not called Mandalorian.  He’s  a Mandalorian. I can’t remember… Mandai? Man…” You shook your head and colored a bit more on your paper. “Buir. Interesting.”

Both of you colored in comfortable silence for a few more minutes before Grogu tossed his crayon aside and began to waddle away. You tilted your head to try and see where he was going, but your view was blocked by the couch as you laid on the floor. “Hey,” You called out, “Are you going to the toilet?”

You learned quick that Grogu was potty trained which was great. He had his own little toilet in the bathroom that you just needed to empty after use. Grogu stopped in place and turned to look at you. He pointed in the direction of the front of the house and grunted out a sound. You pushed up from your spot to go to him. Grogu held his hands up in a grabby motion.

“What is it you want, buddy?” You scooped him up. He tapped your arm then pointed and you followed. Inside the office, parked to the side, was a floating egg shaped pram. Curiously, you tapped the button on the front of the top opened up to reveal cushioning and blankets. Grogu didn’t hesitate to leap from your arms into the pram and with ease he somehow began to navigate it himself. The pram floated past you and stopped at the closed front door. You nodded, “Alright, we can go out and walk around the neighborhood, but you gotta promise not to float away from me. Deal?”

Grogu bounced in place. “ ‘lek.”

“Just wait there, let me grab us some water.” You hurried back to the kitchen fridge to grab two bottles. On the way out, you scooped up a light blue, soft doll in the shape of a cartoon frog. You handed it to Grogu who set the stuffed amphibian beside him in a way where it looked like the frog was the co-pilot of the pram. You set your hand on the doorknob then paused to turn to Grogu. “No floating away. Right?”

“‘lek, ‘lek, ‘lek, ‘lek.” Grogu bounced with each sound.

You hoped that was a sound of acknowledgement and agreement then opened the door. It’d be really awkward if you lost the green ball of energy the first day you had him.

All day long you had continued to send Mando updates as he requested. A quick message about lunch, a quick message that you were out in the backyard playing, another message that you were feeding him for the twelfth time that day. He hadn’t actually responded to any of your many messages, but you assumed no response was a good thing. At least he wasn’t calling you demanding why you were doing something or another. That was probably a good sign.

You trailed a step behind Grogu as he drifted down the sidewalk in his pram⏤ letting him run the show. The watch version of a communicator was kind of a pain in the ass to type on, but you were beginning to get mildly decent at it. It was the little victories, after all. You fired off another quick message letting Mando know that you and Grogu were walking around the neighborhood.

Not even a minute had passed before your watch beeped with an incoming message.

  ‘Okay. Please be careful.’

Your eyes widened at the first response you had garnered all day. Did this mean he was upset you had brought him out? Maybe upset wasn’t the right word. Nervous? Mando didn’t demand you take him back inside immediately so it must not have been too awful of a crime. Still, getting a response at all made your stomach flip. Seeing Mando interact with his son was sweet and it softened his image significantly, but you still found yourself intimidated. He was a Mandalorian. Yes, all you truly knew of his kind came from stories and legends, but if any of those stories were even remotely true they were something to be feared. Hardened, seasoned fighters capable of unbelievable feats. Warriors who, once upon a time, hunted Jedi just for the hell of it. Add all of that to the faceless nature of the man who gave you chills. You weren’t sure of the rules of his helmet, you had heard conflicting stories of that, but it felt odd not being able to see the expressions the man wore. It added to the mystique and fear factor.

‘We will!’ You typed back to send and grimaced at how dumb the simple statement sounded. It was embarrassing how long you contemplated using the exclamation point or not. You were definitely overthinking this.

The sound of unfamiliar cooing made you look up from your new accessory to see Grogu had drifted close to a fence with buckets of flowers hanging from it. A young woman, wearing a large sun hat, working in the yard stood on the other side wiggling her gloved fingers at him.

“Well hi there, cutie! Wook at you and your wittle froggie.” Her words turned to unintelligible babbling that Grogu copied with gusto. You chuckled in amusement. “Oh yes yes yes, you are such a good wittle boy and good wittle boys get pwesents!”

The woman plucked some flowers from her hanging pots and handed them to Grogu. You inched closer to the scene. Had you suddenly become invisible? When you saw Grogu’s eyes light up, flowers in hand, you snatched the plant away right before he could swallow a mouthful of purple petals.

“Whoa, little man, we don’t eat flowers. We smell them.” You held the flowers out to him again. “Can you smell them? I’ll give them back to you if you can.”

Grogu bobbed his head in excitement and you handed him back the flowers which he took happily. His eyes glanced at you questioningly and you raised an eyebrow at him in warning. In response, he buried his face into the flowers without eating them. You breathed a sigh of relief.

“Who are you?”

Your eyes snapped back to the woman who was staring at you with a frown and furrowed brow. Apparently she could see you now. "Oh, I'm Soran." You introduced yourself with a smile and a small wave. The woman seemed unimpressed by you so you cleared your throat and added. “I’m Grogu’s nanny.”

“The Marshal hired a nanny?” She gasped. You nodded. “Well, he didn’t have to do that.” She turned back to the pram with a wide grin. “I would’ve been more than happy to watch this cutie.”

“I’m sorry. I never caught your name.” You chuckled.

“Torlee.” She responded without making eye contact with you. Torlee rubbed the top of Grogu’s head. “You tell your daddy that Torlee gave you those flowers.”

Grogu babbled once then began to drift down the path once more. You chuckled and followed after. Over your shoulder you tossed out, “It was nice to meet you.” Torlee didn’t return the sentiment. It was a bit of an unusual interaction, but you didn’t put much stock into it. “Those flowers are really pretty, aren’t they?”

The kid had set aside the flowers in his pram, but at your words he plucked one up and held it out to you. He cooed and pointed to your face as you took it from him. Understanding what he was asking for, you tucked the flower behind your ear. Grogu laughed and clapped his hands.

If there was one thing he could alter about his job, it was the paperwork. Din never had to file a report on bounties. He got the puck, caught the quarry, then collected the reward. Easy, simple. However, establishing a new town was filled with busywork. Him, Cara, and Mayfeld were still in the process of setting up security protocols and mapping out the region for safety reasons. He took a step back from his desk, hands on his hips, as his eyes scanned the map on his desk. Something didn’t look right, but he couldn’t quite put his finger on it. Din sighed in irritation and resisted the urge to pull off his helmet so he could rub his hands over his face. As if that could solve his exhaustion.

“Hey.” Cara knocked on the door frame.

“Yeah?”

“I got a message from your neighbor Torlee.” Cara chuckled. Din tilted his head in confusion. Torlee. That name was vaguely familiar. Despite not seeing his expression, she must have realized he was struggling to place a face to the name. “Like three houses down from yours. Short black hair. Human.”

“Yeah, I think I know⏤”

“Gardens in her front lawn. Definitely wants to fuck you⏤”

“Okay, okay.” Din waved his hand at her. “I said I knew. What about her?”

Cara chuckled, “She called in to talk to you, but when she couldn’t get through she just messaged me.” She came into the office, communicator in hand. “Torlee wanted to know if you hired someone to watch Grogu because she was concerned someone was stealing your kid.”

Din’s lips twitched up in amusement. Now that he remembered who she was talking about, he knew Torlee had a tendency to overreact. “Did you let her know Grogu wasn’t being kidnapped?”

“I did. But before I explained your new nanny situation she sent me a picture of the perp in question.” Cara held up the communicator for him to take. Din let out a light laugh at the picture sent to her. The picture must have been taken from across the street. You were knelt down by the side of the pram holding a bottle of bubbles while helping Grogu blow out of the wand. A large purple flower was tucked behind your ear. Cara hummed. “It’s a good thing you’re letting her go today.”

Din sighed and handed the phone back to her. “I said I was going to give her a real chance.”

“Yeah. Doesn’t mean I’m gonna stop making fun of you though.”

You stayed out with the kid for about an hour exploring the neighborhood, and he was making out like a bandit. Every single person you passed had to stop the two of you to chat and many handed out small gifts to him. Other than the flowers he had collected a few snack foods, a pinwheel, and a little bottle of bubbles that one mother had shared with the two of you as she was out with her own small children. All the interaction must have worn him out because Grogu passed out for a little bit which gave you the time to clean up any of the messes made in the house.

There were some dishes in the sink from breakfast and lunch, plus all of Grogu’s toys were scattered about the living room. Cleaning up didn’t take very long. You even stuck all the art the kid had created on the fridge and set the purple flowers from Torlee in a vase on the kitchen counter.

Grogu stayed in the pram while he slept, you didn’t see the point of moving him and risking him waking up. While he slept, you took the time to walk through the house and explore the bits you hadn't seen. The hall attached to the kitchen broke off to the right where a tiled room designed for washing clothes sat. It had a set of glass doors that led out onto the back porch. Further down the hall were three doors. The first door was open and you could see that it was a bedroom. All you could see from the doorway was a half made bed and dresser. You didn’t spend too much time looking since it was obviously Mando's room and looking felt like an invasion of privacy. The next door led into a simple bathroom, and the last one was a smaller bedroom. This one felt less lived in.

A bed frame sat in the center with a clean but uncovered mattress. There was a small nightstand made of the same light colored wood as the bed frame. There was no dresser but a side door led into an empty closet. This must be the room meant for you. That left no separate room for Grogu. The kid probably slept in his father’s bedroom then, but you didn’t want to look further into the room for Grogu’s little bed.

Faintly, you heard Grogu’s voice and hurried back down the hall in time to see him wiggling out of his pram in the living room. You were halfway to him when he turned with his arms outstretched.

“Did you have a good nap?” You picked him up and Grogu didn’t hesitate to snuggle into your chest⏤ still drowsy from sleep. Lightly, you rubbed his back and swayed in place. “Aw, you want some cuddles, kiddo?”

“Mhmm.” Grogu mumbled as he began to drift off again.

The kid was incredibly cute. More so than you initially thought, and you came into this thinking he was super cute. For the last couple months, you had limited contact with anyone. You kept in touch with Nima, of course, but that was about it. This time last year, you had a very active social schedule. You had been thriving. Then, the night had happened. The worst shift of your life. Things had spiraled from there and you grew distant from your friends. Months passed and just as things were beginning to get better, you nearly died.

Your hand drifted away from rubbing Grogu��s back to trace the scar along your collarbone once more.

The attacker had gone on trial while you were in the hospital, and it was still ongoing today. After your release from the hospital, it was recommended to you that you rely on your friends and go to therapy, but you had done the exact opposite. You fled Coruscant, found a shitty little apartment in Mos Espa on Tatooine, and disappeared from everyone’s radar. Nima was the only thing that kept you human. On nearly a daily basis she’d invite you to visit her, but you always turned her down.

Holding Grogu in your arms right now, you wondered if you finally accepted Nima’s offer because of how much you missed interacting with others. It only occurred to you now. This was your first non-Nima hug in Maker knows how long. You smiled to yourself and went back to lightly rubbing the dozing child’s back.

“Thanks for hanging out with me today, kid.” You mumbled softly.

Close to 7PM, the sound of the front door opening interrupted Grogu from whatever story he was babbling about as you stirred the pot on the stove top. He was seated on the counter a safe distance from the open flame playing with a small, silver ball.

“Buir!” Grogu shouted. You caught him before he leapt from the counter and carefully set him on the floor. He waddled out of the kitchen as fast as he could. “Buir! Buir! Buir!”

You chuckled and lowered the heat on the stove and covered the top with a lid. Grogu’s voice was so excited and when you turned the corner into the foyer you saw Mando holding him in his arms listening intently as the child spoke. Grogu slapped his hands lightly against his father’s helmet.

“I know, ad’ika. Not yet.” Mando said. His helmet rose until the t-shaped visor was facing you rather than his son. “How was your day?”

“It was great!” You replied. “We had a lot of fun. Grogu was very well behaved.”

“Very well behaved? That’s a first.”

You motioned to him. “How about you? Good day at work?”

“Yes.”

There was a beat where only Grogu was speaking. He had gone back to tapping on the helmet with his small hand. Mando held his hand to stop the motion and Grogu responded by nuzzling his head into the crook of the Mandalorian’s neck. Again, it was hard to be intimidated by the Marshal when his child was in his arms.

“I, um,” You cleared your throat, “I made dinner. Just some stew⏤ nothing fancy.” Mando nodded and you crossed your arms. “I told Nima I’d get dinner with her tonight. I figured you’d want some time alone with Grogu anyways, but if you need me just call and I’ll come running.”

“It's okay.” He said. “I’m not on call tonight so you don’t need to worry.”

“Great.” You stepped past Mando toward the door then awkwardly hesitated, not knowing if you should say more before leaving. “Same time tomorrow?”

Mando shifted so he faced you. “Yes, please.”

“Got it.” You tilted your head and waved your hand. “Goodnight, Grogu. I’ll see you in the morning. Can you say good night?”

Grogu lifted his head from his father’s shoulder and beamed at you. “Ca!”

Maybe this week you'd work on teaching him easy words like 'yes' and 'night' and 'bye'. Mando’s head snapped down to stare at him though, and you found yourself wishing you could see what expression he was wearing. It was so hard to gauge the Mandalorian’s mood. You moved to leave, hand on the door, but Mando’s voice calling out your name forced you to pause.

“I was thinking…” Mando began. “I’m on call tomorrow night. Maybe you can bring some of your stuff in the morning? I can show you your room.”

You smiled and gave him a small nod. “Yeah. Sure. See you tomorrow, Mando.”

“Good night. Thank you.”

When you stepped out, there was still light in the sky. The sun was only beginning to set, but you knew it’d be dark before the clock stuck 8. It wouldn’t take that long to reach Nima so you weren’t too concerned. Besides, walking after dark in a city this small and cozy had to be safer than Coruscant. You swung your arms by your side as you walked feeling lighter than you had in quite some time.

[trulybetty]

Pickled Peña | Resolutions

Prompts: pickles, resolutions & "You stand there and accuse me, but where were you at the time?" Pairing: Javi P. x gn!reader Word Count: 1,041 Warnings: alcohol, hangovers, smoking, resolutions & maybe some angst? oh, and pickles if you hadn't worked that one out 😋 - oh, and author has watched like four episodes of Narcos and copious amounts of gifs! Summary: you had one resolution for the new year, yet somehow you managed break it before the new year could even really start AO3: Linked Masterlist: check out @pickled-pena for the full masterlist of entries 🥒

A/N: this is my entry for the first @pickled-pena challenge. The rules were simple, use all of the three prompts, a minimum of 500 words and have fun with it. If you want to join in on the fun, you have the month of January to post your entries. Head over to @pickled-pena for more information or feel free to reach out!

You blinked against the harsh sunlight streaming through the window, the remnants of last night's celebrations lingering like the dust in the air that could be seen in the streaks of light. You'd ended up in Javi's bed, the sheets tangled around your legs, a testament to the chaos of the evening before. 

You groaned, you couldn’t remember much of what happened once you’d made it back to to his place. You tried to focus enough to look at the hands of your watch, but at that moment it was proving difficult without inciting a further pounding to your head.

What you could remember though was that it was January 1st, 1999, because last night you’d attended a New Year's party hosted by Javi’s cousin.

The house was silent and still, as if it were taking in a deep breath after the milestone of another year gone by.

With two failed attempts at getting out of bed, on the third you successfully swung your legs over the side, your feet sinking into the artificial shag of the carpet. You scrunched your feet, feeling the fibres tickle between your toes. The dark cherry hardwood panelling lined all four walls, only broken up by the sun-faded buttercup yellow curtains that framed the small window across the room.

The room, and the house encompassing it, were frozen in the fifties, the last time the home’s decor had received any attention. 

Managing to pull yourself up you found the woollen sweater you’d had on the night before and after some searching managed to find your leggings on the other side of the room. The rest of your belongings had been strewn about the house in a pathway that led from the front door to the door of Javi’s room.

Stepping out of the bedroom to the living room, you were grateful the curtains were still pulled. The smell of coffee had you shuffling to the kitchen, pausing only momentarily to pull the crocheted afghan from the back of the sofa around your shoulders. The patchwork of colours was almost too bright in the light of the headache that had moved behind your eyes. You just hoped it’d stave off the cold that had settled in the house. 

The kitchen tiles were cool under your feet, and had you bouncing on the balls of your feet. The cold too much coming off of the carpeted living room. You poured yourself a steaming cup of coffee. It was strong and black, the bitter aroma wrapped around you like a familiar embrace.

With the chipped mug cupped between your hands, you slipped on your boots and stepped outside. The air was chilly and the blanket wasn’t enough to stave off the cold, but it felt refreshing in your hungover state. Though very much a stark contrast to the warmth of Javi’s bed you’d left behind.

Shielding your eyes from the morning sun there he was at the edge of the property, where the land stretched out to rolling hills. He was leant against the fence, the one he and his father had built the week before, a cigarette dangling from his lips. There was an aura of peace about him that you couldn’t help but gravitate towards.

If he knew you were there, he didn’t make it known. Only acknowledging you with a brief nod when you handed him your coffee to hop up onto the fence before taking it back to fill your hands with the warmth it held.

Exchanging a look between the two of you, you accepted the silent offer of a drag from his cigarette. The smoke filled your lungs, a familiar burn that didn’t quite hide the taste of last night's mistakes.

“I broke my resolution already,” you said, the words floating out with the smoke from your lips.

Javi turned to you, a question in his eyes. “What was that?”

“That I wouldn't sleep with you again.”

You don’t know when he’d gotten that much closer, the heat of his body was in contrast to the chill of the morning. He nuzzled your jaw with his nose, a gesture so typical of him that it tightened something in your chest. “Why's that?” he asks, his voice a gentle rumble.

“You know why, Javi,” you reply, the reminder bitter on your tongue.

He smiled, a flash of teeth and mischief. “That was last year.”

“We got back here at 2 am, Javi. Hardly a new leaf turned.”

His chuckle was soft, almost lost to the wind that rustled through the trees. “Things got fuzzy after those shots.”

You both fall silent, the ridiculousness of last night's concoction making you grimace. “Who told Leslie-Ann that mixing pickle juice with tequila was a good thing?”

Javi just laughed, the sound echoing in the crisp morning air, as if the absurdity of the concoction was a fitting tribute to the absurdity of resolutions—and maybe, to the unpredictable nature of the relationship between the two of you.

He moved closer, the look in his eyes a mix of warmth and something a little more earnest. His hand found yours, fingers entwining as if they always belonged together. He leaned in, his lips meeting yours in a kiss that held the soft promise of the new year. It was a kiss that spoke of the years gone by, of the turbulent history shared, and the magnetic pull that kept drawing the two of you back to each other.

The kiss broke, leaving you both slightly breathless. You looked up at him, your eyes locking with his as you steadied your voice, “You stand there and accuse me, but where were you at the time?”

Javi's eyes softened, the playful edge giving way to sincerity, “I was right by your side sweetheart, making the same foolish decision as you to drink that shit.”

The intensity of his gaze held you captive, his words holding a deeper meaning tethering you to the spot. You felt the weight of the unspoken feelings between you, the years of near-misses and what-ifs crystallizing into a single, fragile moment under that New Year's sky.

[bberetd]

Now it's YOUR turn for a writing prompt 🫵

💪 - bridal carry with Mario/Daisy (as a ship if that's okay, or as friends if it's not) or Luigi/Daisy if you'd prefer that ship.

OR

🩸 - patching up a wound with Mario/Daisy (ship or friends, whichever you'd prefer doing)

oop 😳

i'll go for 💪 and I'm gonna try Mario/Daisy! They'll still retain the dynamic I established in my headcanons, but add in a pinch of pining Daisy (and mayhaps a pining Mario ;))

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Mario knew it would happen. In what world did Daisy think she could drive around Luigi's circuit while standing on her motorcycle? And with her dress? He swore if she weren't as beautiful as she was, he would've been facepalming a lot harder.

Daisy knew exactly what was coming. Mario had been racing on the track with her when the accident happened. He was going to come over and go on and on about telling her so, that she was careless to have steered the motorcycle to the dash panels. She didn't even remember what she was trying to prove. She just knew she had to get up quickly and walk off her injuries before she wouldn't hear the end of it from Mario. But it was too late; she could already hear his distinct footsteps rushing in the grass.

"Daisy-"

"I'm fine. I just..." Daisy grabbed onto the nearby fence, squeezing her eyes shut at the surprisingly great effort it took to stand up. Why does it hurt so much? Where's my crown? Is Mario gone? Please go away, Mario.

Daisy heard a dreaded crack coming from her leg. Shit-

Daisy's knees buckled, and she collapsed onto the ground once again. She didn't even want to see the damage waiting for her underneath her skirts. She grumbled more expletives, sitting back up to go for attempt number two. But before she could do so, she felt one arm around her waist, and another go under her legs, easily lifting her up from the ground. She looked up to come face-to-face with Mario, a little too close. But she supposed Mario didn't feel the same, because he just smiled gently at her.

"You can ask for help, you know. I'm not in your life just for decoration."

Daisy blinked a few times before hesitantly bringing her arms around Mario's shoulders. She strangely found it hard to tear her eyes away from those royal blue eyes. "Eh heh... right."

Mario's smile grew. He adjusted Daisy in his arms, pulling her closer. "Come on. I'm taking you to your castle to get ya fixed up."

"On foot?" Daisy's eyes widened. "Sarasaland is practically lightyears away from here!"

"Won't be a problem. I've walked further." Boy have I walked further. "Besides, you're lighter than a feather."

Daisy gawked. "I am not! I am perfectly in the range of weight for women my age." She huffed, crossing her arms. "You're just strong as hell for no reason."

"D'aww, you think I'm strong?" Mario cooed, getting close to Daisy's face to tease her. "Am I your big, strong, dashing cavalier?"

Daisy's face became a brighter red at the closer proximity of their faces. She hissed and turned her head, pretending to frantically claw at his face to back him up. "Never in a billion years! Caviar is disgusting! Sushi is way better."

Mario stifled a laugh, forgetting she didn't know the meaning of the word. He noticed that she didn't exactly deny what he said before that, but he'd keep that to himself for now; he had a hurt princess in his arms. "Okay then, Princess. I'll be your big and strong sushi. And by the way, I'm taking you on my kart, not walking. Seems all logic escaped that pretty little head of yours when you took that hit."

Pretty? Daisy shook her head, willing her face to not be as red as Mario's cap. "Whatever. Just take me back to my castle."

Mario gave Daisy an expectant look with a raised eyebrow.

"....pleeeeeeaaaaseeeeeeeee?"

He smiled, and pulled Daisy close to his chest once again and walking to his kart. Ti ho presa, bellezza.