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just admiring the view 🐟🥥
Lǐyú - “… and if we eliminate all other possibilities, the secret realm entrance should be here- are you even listening?
Monkey - ૮ ᵒ̴̶̷̤ ﻌ ᵒ̴̶̷̤ ა
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got the map from the big book of tashi! here is the source of picture
#s0rr3l's art#black myth wukong#destined one x oc#liyu x yezi#black myth wukong oc#liyu#damn bro who got you smilin like that ❤️❤️❤️#dw the map is a duplicate :) liyu would NEVER draw on textbooks#that is what monkey is for ^^#not posting the speedpaint. the amount of time i took to colouring the whole piece and then deleting all the layers for solid colouring is-#owksmokwnskwomss#shading is ok i guess but i wanted to do something more like. intimate#mood lighting if you will#2nd pic is much better but it not communicate the mood as well#kenndijend#lineart is my passion :)#branched out and tried some new brushes!! very cool of me#if you’ve read this far on the notebook is a lil penis. monkey contribution
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Ok so I know that I just did a poll for what to focus on but I really just need to get this Drabble out and then I’ll focus so hard on my Eddie Big Bang fic.
Anyway! I’ve been thinking about false positives and how that could correlate in presenting in the omegaverse. Like it’s rare but it can happen.
For example Steve Harrington has been forced to go to the doctors every month to take a hormone test to see if he’s going to present as an omega, beta or an Alpha. His parents desperately want an Alpha and are taking every opportunity they can to ensure Steve will be one. His father, an alpha, is purposely scenting Steve every morning before he goes to school. His mother had taken pills when she was pregnant with him and makes him lunches that have strong testosterone levels. It’s now getting to the point where he’s getting close to being able to predict what he’s going to be and it’s a very stressful time.
So when he goes to the doctor and the test finally comes back positive to him show casing alpha hormones he’s relieved. His parents throw a party to celebrate, and when they realize their efforts worked they return to disappearing on business trips. Leaving for weeks on end. Now, all they have to do it wait for Steve to present, but they already know Steve’s going to be an alpha so it wouldn’t be productive to be home when that happens.
Though their plans sort of back fire and Steve hasn’t presented on time. He’s extremely late while his peers all proudly announce their secondary genders. He’s a little disappointed but knows he doesn’t have long to wait. So he decides to throw a party for his friend Chrissy. Who just presented and is the first Alpha female in Hawkins ever. Even though that’s not what her mother wanted, who purposely did similar things to Chrissy as Steve’s parents did to him. They actually both bonded in the doctors room because of it.
So that’s how the both of them find themselves sitting across from Eddie Munson, who had also recently presented as an Alpha. They wanted to have pot there, Steve really enjoyed getting wasted and stoned at the same time. Chrissy just didn’t care, it was a huge party. So they offer to include Eddie in the celebration, as he just presented and hasn’t really thrown a party.
He declines.
Neither Chrissy or Steve see or talk to him until the party. Chrissy had been so busy that she didn’t notice Steve not feeling to hot. Or the way he stands next to Robin Buckley, an omega from band, and has the best conversation ever. Between feeling the most comfortable he has ever smelt under her smell, and feeling like he just met his long lost friend something shifts. His stomach cramps up, his chest grows sore and he feels over heated.
He has to step away from the party before anyone notices. Steve’s pretty much having a panic attack on the stump hidden in the woods when Eddie finds him. His scent smelt a lot stronger than it had at the picnic table. And now that Steve thinks about it he hasn’t been able to really smell anyone until he started to talk with Robin.
Steve doesn’t want to ruin Chrissy’s party, nearly going into distress about that. He knows she deserves this but his entire body hurts.
Eddie sits next to him and without thinking carefully rubs his shoulders. It’s best that everyone presents with only their family members, but Steve didn’t have anyone and he was scared. He’s lost in a haze and being wrapped in one of the best smells and being lead to a van. He doesn’t know what’s happening but Eddie seems a smidge freaked out as Steve’s body temp keeps raising higher and higher.
They somehow find themselves at the Henderson. Dustin’s mom was a nurse and would know what to do. Immediately Steve is taken care of. Eddie is forced to stay, just in case as he was the only alpha in the house and Claudia may need him.
Steve is pretty much stripped to his boxers, and both Eddie and Claudia think he’s about to present as an Alpha. He’s showing the signs of it up until the middle of the night and something in his body completely shifts. His scent changing from the hickory to a soft sunflower. He watches in real time as Claudia goes from being tensed up from the alpha smell to relaxing from the scent change. Her eyes are beginning to droop as she tries to take care of him.
“Dear I think you have the best scent I have ever smelt in my twenty years of being a nurse.” She admits. She’s changing the care routine, quickly grabbing scents that she things Steve would want. But is quick to realize Steve’s mumbling about two people he smelt at the party. One being Robin, who started all of this.
Claudia doesn’t waste a second and forces Eddie to go get her. An hour passes and Eddie comes back with Robin who is confused as to why she is needed. Unlike Steve she hadn’t smelt Steve and knew he had to be an important to her. But when she walks in the room and takes one small sniff she knows immediately and is quickly wrapped around Steve before Claudia can stop her.
It’s not uncommon for omegas to bond with each other, what is uncommon is for how hard Steve and Robin bond. Steve is quick to toss on a tank top, not wanting Robin to have to curl next to him shirtless. He’s already feeling himself calm down.
Then comes Eddie. Who pops his head in to say he might have it go. Before he can he gets a whiff of Steve and is quickly red in the face and stumbling over his words. He’s not allowed to stay, as he was an alpha. So instead he gives Steve his battle vest without a second thought and dips.
The presenting process goes a lot smoother after that. Steve is clearly an omega and has a lot to figure out. But for now, he’s happy with Robin, Claudia and even bonding with Dustin. Claudia’s son, who hasn’t had another omega in the household in a long time. Steve accidentally claims him as a pup in the process but Claudia doesn’t mind.
#ahhhh I don’t know where this thought came from#it probably could be mapped out better but oh well#I just wanted to share#alpha Eddie Munson#omega steve harrington#omegaverse#steddie#stranger things#eddie munson#steve harrington#steve x eddie#strangerthings#steve stranger things#eddie and steve#robin buckley#stobin my beloved#Stobin are destined platonic soulmates
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Day trip to Keelung
#見書店 was a really neat bookstore#taiwan#keelung#基隆#heping island geopark#i didn't exactly plan to go there but the bus terminal times didn't match up with google maps at all#so by sheer luck i got on some sort of tourist minibus whose end destination was 八斗子#which I've been to but the geopark is near the zhengbin port houses so i figured I'd get two for one#given the lighthouses & museums are closed Mondays#but i got a bit entranced by the geology and then it got dark#so the port must wait for another day
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To find the best markets for tourists, Merchant Machine analyzed Tripadvisor reviews for listings tagged “farmers market” or “street and flea market” and made a map showcasing the results.
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hodophile 🧳
(n.) one who loves to travel
#quirkysmirk#aesthetic#moodboard#beautiful photos#nature#travel destinations#travel#travel moodboard#oh the places you'll go#aroundtheworld#discover#adventure#adventurecore#travelcore#explore#exploretheworld#new places#adventure awaits#sightseeing#breathtakingviews#maps#moody aesthetic#adventure aesthetic
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#it's time :)#yin-thoughts#fallen london#okay it's not quite time yet. we have 2 more memories of chains (aka a few more knives traded in exchange for less prison time)#and iirc each step towards st arthur's proper will require a searing enigma? so it's underclay time#but OTHERWISE. we are HOME RUNNING.#if all goes well i can get st cerise via the noman this christmas. which is hype#well. definitely not for hype for the continuation of caeru's lifespan. but hype for me!#st beau's sacrificing health will be extremely painful but manageable. st destin has the torment destiny route#which i'd go for even if it wasnt an easy alternative just for the fulfillment of the 'doomed' part of caeru's title#st erzulie is..... st erzulie. iykyk.#st fortigan as far as i can tell is practically a freebie#and st gawain is! well! gawain!#and we Sure Will Get Gawain :)#happily plotting out this long and torturous road to self annihilation like it's a road trip highway map#i'll get back to progressing nemesis at some point but as far as i can tell lilac will be a pretty big hassle#so i wanna get a bit further in seeking + do current rp stuff first#maybe hold that wedding. it's about time we hold that wedding.
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the worst thing is that i have so many ideas for custom hoods and vacation destinations but i absolutely suck at building and decorating neighbourhoods
#and also it takes forever#but like#modern japanese town vacation destination#northern german/dutch/danish beach hood with a fishing community#quaint little mining town#there are so many possibilities#also i can never find any maps that i'm happy with
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Paradise 🏞️ !.
#Paradise#Out there#Books#Maps#World#magical world#magic destinations#downfalldestiny#downfall#life#magic places#magic moments#magical#beautiful destinations#Clouds#Mountains
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"The world has a soul, and whoever understands that soul can also understand the language of many things."
~Paulo Coelho
#her penetrating soul#world map#destinations#adventures#lighting#brunette beauty#coffee#aesthetic#soulful#soulful beauty#soulful love#soulful expressions#soulful sentiments#soulful moments
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What we know so far:
One sided arrow of unrequited love Double sided arrow of requited love Dashed line of evil
#destined with you spoilers#destined with you#relationship map#way too complicated to be a triangle#I want to draw an arrow between Shin-yu and Jae-kyung but I'm reserving judgment#I also want to know if Shin-yu ever liked Na-yeon but I suspect the answer is no#ep 14
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concept: kid lucina with grima, but a grima who IS robin—no possessions involved, the closest it gets is to an evil alterego that manifests out of robin's desire to be good and not what her mother fears will be her future
like sample first conversation:
Lucina: "Mommy, mommy! There you are."
Grima, visibly shaken by her appearance and having flashbacks: "You're mistaken, child. I am not your mother. I am the fell dragon who bears her likeness."
Lucina: "Likeness? Oh, like Morgan and Marc! You're her sister! I get it now."
Grima: "That's not it. I am your mother—"
Lucina: "So I was right! I knew it—of course, I know what you look like, Mommy. But why am I not a dragon if you are?"
(she is, but i headcanon the bloodlines did a number on her ability to transform)
Grima: "...Ask your father."
Lucina: "Daddy said to ask you."
Grima: *incoherent curses* "Really, Chrom?"
basically, saying no to a kid lucina is extremely hard and she fulfills a similar role to regular m!morgan. but since lucina isn't quite aware of what's going on, she drags grima everywhere—she just thinks mommy and daddy are having a big fight, like how one of her friend's parents did
it comes to the point where grima no longer throws venom at older lucina nor does she engage with her, because the memories of when they were happier far overpower what she vaguely remembers of their past feud
it freaks lucina out deeply
(she also ends up talking to chrom about it, because it feels so wrong for this to be happening, because this monster ruined her world and took away everything she loved
but now there's visible confirmation that her robin-ness is taking the wheel and the kids aren't nearly as unified on that front as the shepherds.)
why, you might wondering, is that the case? i'm glad you asked because i will tell you very happily
so feh posits the idea that grima is equal parts man hater and equal parts chrom lover.
her lvl40 confession has her dare the summoner to find someone who would accept her, warts and all, and in a few of her lines, she references the idea that she wants to be accepted
then comes the halloween tt+ with s!chrom and h!grima. grima is clearly haunted by her successful murder attempt of her husband, while chrom, whose first appearance has him beg robin to escape and to keep herself safe, is interested in being her friend, claiming that she's robin, so long as a part of her lingers
here is where it slips into headcanon territory, BUT i think that it makes sense for bad future timeline!robin to be more grumpy and angry than her canon timeline counterpart. our robin has no memories of any traumatic events, save maybe physical ones that bleed into her actions.
she's a blank slate and she's molded entirely by her gratefulness to chrom and to the shepherds, rather than any separate life experiences.
but bad future timeline robin likely grew up in hiding, being fearful of the constant threat of turning into grima, and likely resented the grimleal for ruining her chance at an idyllic childhood. she might've been more cynical, balancing out to be more neutral after emmeryn's death
anyway, the point is, robin's lack of memories and lack of lack of a chrom compels her to reject grima. but bad future timeline's doesn't have those things.
older lucina has a lot of baggage associated with her, because she tries to kill grima, while chrom is associated most strongly with his death.
and for a grima who is robin, just all the worst amplified (assuming they're the same entity), nothing is going to be more important than the happy times she had
aka shepherds and chrom and when lucina was younger
she might not warm up to her baby right away, but it will happen.
#fe13#fire emblem awakening#fe lucina#fe grima#fe robin#f!robin#f!grima#fe chrom#f!chrobin#chrobin#i've always took away the idea that grima IS robin#possibly because i was an awakening baby and wasn't familiar with the tropes associated with fe#however the only times people explicitly say that robin is not grima is like on the final map#when grima is literally trying to get robin to become one with her#like tiki says it#and i think chrom does too?#also everytime they played the 'i am you i am not'#it always felt like 'you're afraid of what you become/you are destined to become me'#like evil future self less than possession#like how alfonse might act about líf#in future past grima's overt desire to kill chrom kind of tried to convince me otherwise#but f!grima is lowkey a yandere#so after that i just took it as her being extremely angry that a different robin has an alive chrom#when robin 'regains' control it's no different than a flash of clarity and a moment of weakness#the split second she needs to focus on a wipeout attack is taken up by the memory of chrom's death#so she sends them all away
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s. s ave me, meoto…
#n o t me clinging to meoto to retain my sanity bc g o o d l o r d today was the worst#today was truly a very bad; very horrible day indeeeeeeed#man. today truly was a comedic tragedy in every way possible. i’d laugh if i were anyone else tbh#first i couldn’t start my workstation bc we were out of this cleaning acid thing.#t h e n this other branch lab sent over a precise amount of [reagent] that we needed to make the cleaning acid thing#*and* what’s worse was that they also demanded like. 1/5 of the acid we mixed. like bro. make it yourself mans.#but the worst part was when i tried to use a dropper to poke this sediment out of [tube i was supposed to be cleaning]#bUT THEN HALF OF THE DROPPER MELTED BC THAT BUGGER CAN’T HANDLE HIGH TEMPERATURES AAAAAAAAAAAAAA#stupid new droppers man. the old droppers could handle 100 degrees just fine. s o now the tube is clogged with melted plastic and it’s just.#life’s *really* great sometimes yk~~~~? (ʘ‿ʘ)#and so the night shift dude who came to take over the workstation against expectations seemed kinda pissed that i hadn’t started anything#and im just there. with my intestines wriggling about like internal abdominal worms. tryin not to cry in the face of my mistake.#while he’s fumin’ away like a freakin’ chimney or sth. like. man. no one asked you to take this workstation. you came here on your own. :(#anyway i ditched him and left for my break to calm myself down only to be approached by some random terribly lost middle aged to old lady#who was looking for directions to *somewhere* but she only spoke chinese aaaaaaaa#and i can’t read maps/i don’t even live in the area of my workplace so i have no idea if the lady managed to make it safely#but. lol. the lady showed me her message screen when she asked me for directions to her destination#and by pure coincidence the person she was texting is apparently related to someone with the same first name as me#the cons and cons of having common names man. i hope the lady managed to find her friend with the same name as me though lol#anyways. pls hw im begging. pls drop the crossfade for lxl birthday tmr i n e e d more meoto to carry on—#s o b s this is what im living for now ig. meoto………..
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OMxWhumptober 17
Hey baby angel! You're up. No. No. I'm sorry. You're not safe either.
The Devildom’s wilderness was an ancient thing, and Luke was not.
His feet ached, his cloak was too thin for the biting cold, and the sky stretched above him like a bruise. Everything here was either dead or pretending to be. The gnarled trees were broken spines, their shadows sharp and deliberate. They leaned in, creaking against the wind, and Luke could swear they were whispering secrets he was too small to understand.
He was too small for this place. He knew it in the way the wilderness stretched and groaned and how his breath came in tight, frightened gasps that made the air colder. He clutched the map – a crumpled, ruined thing – tighter in his fingers, and each time the wind caught it, he feared it might tear for good.
But it didn’t matter. Simeon was somewhere out there, and Luke had followed the map this far. He had to follow it the rest of the way.
The valley ahead dropped steep and sudden, like the earth had given up trying to hold itself together. Black stone ruins lay at the bottom, tangled in vines, as if the land itself was trying to pull them deeper, to bury whatever was left of the old bones beneath the surface. Luke’s hands shook as he wiped the sweat from his brow. The wind was too cold for sweat, but the fear crawling up his spine made his body forget what temperature even was.
No turning back. That was the deal he’d made with himself. The angels didn’t turn back, not when there was someone to save.
“Simeon,” Luke whispered, the name small and hopeful in the face of the devouring silence. His breath shivered into the air, and the silence ate that too.
He didn’t want to look at the ruined map again, didn’t want to see how it had failed him, but he pulled it from his pocket anyway. It had always been his hope, this scrap of parchment with its ink lines bleeding into nothing. Now it was less a guide and more a reminder: you came here for him. You don’t get to leave without him.
The path down was treacherous. The stones felt more like teeth than ground, and Luke stumbled often. His legs weren’t long enough to clear the uneven rocks, but he caught himself before he fell too far. Every time he regained his footing, he thought of Simeon – of how he never stumbled, never faltered. Luke swallowed hard, wiping at his damp eyes with the heel of his hand.
He wasn’t crying. He wasn’t.
The air smelled like wet dirt and old rot. The ruins ahead were getting closer, and with every step, he felt the cold gnawing deeper into his bones. The ruin looked like it had been asleep for centuries, but there was something waking up beneath its surface. He felt it. He didn’t want to.
Luke stood at the entrance, breathing hard, his heart skipping like a stone across a pond. His feet felt glued to the ground, and he tried to tell himself it wasn’t fear keeping him rooted in place. That wasn’t the angelic thing to do.
“I can do this,” he whispered, because when Simeon said it, it sounded true. When Luke said it, it was smaller, but still... still something.
The door loomed over him, black stone and vines twisted together in some kind of silent accord, a doorway that had forgotten how to open properly. Luke squeezed through a gap in the stone, his cloak catching on the vines, and for a moment, the dark interior swallowed him whole.
Inside, the ruin was a living thing. The walls breathed damp and heavy, and the ground shifted as if deciding where it wanted Luke to step. He pressed forward, his small fingers trailing along the slick, cold walls, hoping the map was leading him right – if the map was still leading him at all. He was scared to look.
The corridors twisted like ribs bent out of shape, each turn more confusing than the last. The silence was the worst part. It wasn’t natural. Silence was supposed to be soft, like Simeon’s quiet prayers once were. But here, it was sharp-edged, cutting into Luke’s soft skin with every step.
He found the altar in the center of a vast, crumbling chamber. Pale light trickled in from somewhere far above, falling through gaps in the ceiling like it had forgotten where it was supposed to go. The altar was a mess of broken stone and vines, but at the center was a scrap of paper, fluttering weakly in the stale air.
Luke’s heart thudded hard against his ribs. Another piece of the map. Or maybe a new one, leading to a place that didn’t feel like the inside of a grave.
He reached for it, fingers trembling. As soon as his hand closed around the paper, a sound reverberated through the chamber – like the bones of the ruin were shifting. The stone door slammed shut with a force that sent Luke stumbling back, eyes wide, his heart hammering in his chest.
It was a trap. He knew it. The ruin had let him in, but it had no intention of letting him back out.
Luke’s breath hitched, panic swelling in his chest like a tide threatening to drown him. He ran to the door, yanking on the handle, but it didn’t even rattle. The air grew thicker, colder, pressing in on him from all sides.
“No, no, no!” His small fists pounded on the door, but it wouldn’t budge. It felt like hitting a mountain, and all it did was echo his desperation back to him. “Someone, please...”
But no one was coming.
Luke slid to the floor, knees pulled tight to his chest. He didn’t bother wiping the tears now. They came hot and fast, mixing with the sweat on his skin, his breath coming in shallow, panicked gasps. He was too small, too alone for a place like this. Too young to feel this old, this broken.
His hands found the crumpled map again. He could barely see it through the tears, the ink lines smeared beyond recognition. A useless thing. A promise broken. He let it fall from his fingers, watching it flutter down to the cold stone, like it had finally given up too.
“I can’t do this,” he whispered, voice trembling. “Simeon... I can’t.”
A sound – a whisper, softer than the wind but unmistakable in the silence. Luke’s head jerked up, his breath catching in his throat.
“Luke...”
His heart surged, the tears blurring his vision. That voice – he’d know it anywhere.
“Simeon?” Luke scrambled to his feet, stumbling as he ran toward the sound. “Simeon! I – I knew you were here!”
But when he reached the far corner of the chamber, Simeon wasn’t there. Not really.
The figure standing in the shadows looked like him. Tall, graceful, glowing faintly in the pale light. But his face... his face was wrong. Blank, as though someone had erased the parts that made him Simeon. His eyes were vacant, hollow.
Luke’s breath caught. “Simeon?”
The figure didn’t move. The light that clung to him flickered like a dying candle.
“Simeon?” Luke took a step forward, his small hand reaching out, but his voice was barely a whisper. “Please...”
The figure turned slowly, as if the act itself was a great weight. When it spoke, the voice was Simeon’s, but distant, stretched thin.
“You shouldn’t have come here, Luke.”
Luke’s heart cracked. His hand fell back to his side. “I had to,” he whispered. “You were gone. I couldn’t – I couldn’t leave you.”
The figure’s eyes, or what remained of them, flickered with something that might have been sorrow. His body wavered, fading in and out of the light. “I’m already lost.”
“No!” Luke’s voice broke, his small fists clenching at his sides. “No, we can go back! We can fix this. Simeon, please, we can – ”
But the figure’s hand lifted, brushing against Luke’s cheek. The touch was ice, colder than the air around them, colder than anything Luke had ever known. He shuddered, his breath coming in sharp, shallow gasps.
“It’s too late.”
Luke’s chest heaved with sobs, his whole body trembling. “I – I won’t leave you. I can’t...”
But Simeon’s form was already fading, dissolving into the cold, oppressive shadows of the ruin. His last words were like a soft echo, the final whisper of a dying wind.
“We had a good run, Luke.”
And then he was gone.
Luke stood alone in the center of the crumbling ruin, the last flicker of Simeon’s presence already slipping through his fingers like sand. The shadows pressed in closer now, tighter, until he couldn’t tell where the cold ended and he began. His legs trembled, and for a moment, the ground felt like it might swallow him whole – like the earth was waiting for him to give in, to fall.
But he didn’t.
He took a step, and then another, his feet moving even though his heart felt like it had shattered into a thousand pieces. The air around him thickened, dark and hungry, and the path forward blurred into nothing. The ruined map lay forgotten at his feet, its purpose as lost as everything else. Luke wiped his face with a shaky hand, not sure if it was sweat or tears, not sure if it even mattered anymore.
There was no light to guide him, no voice to follow.
But as he took another step into the darkness, something – some faint thread of warmth, or memory, or hope – whispered at the edges of his thoughts. Maybe it was just the wind. Maybe it wasn’t.
Either way, Luke didn’t stop walking.
The shadows shifted behind him.
#whumptober2024#no.17#map#we had a good run#obey me month#obey me luke#obey me fic#sorry luke#you were up on the list - therefore... you were destined for this.
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#I was thinking about 'make new extra hoods to go alongside the maxis ones' but I'd rather do those without shell restrictions#And then maybe look into how you're supposed to package & share installable subhoods#Been thinking about that for a while and I'd like to go all out and reinstall Sim City 4 to make custom maps too#But that's not a Calcinidae Bay project I don't think#So the options are either I keep the three Maxis destinations but gut all the lots and treat them like shells#Or I make three new vacation destinations (one Far East one Mountain one Island) that are perhaps related to but distinct from Maxis ones#and fill them entirely with lots made from shells#tbh I'm leaning towards the Maxis thing myself because then they would sort of count as lot makeovers for people to download#and I've wanted to incorporate some maxis-lot-makeovers-as-shells in Calcinidae Bay and this is probably the best way to do it#Since it has a custom university and downtown already#sorry to run another super niche poll where I probably won't listen to the good advice I get LMAO#I can always add new shells to the Maxis destinations too & Harestone Retreat was already made to fit into Three Lakes so...
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Discover the UK's UNESCO Sites
by UNESCOUK
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when mothafuckas said holly had OCD…… they did not lie. my bitch got the OCD forreal forreal 😩
#when she mapped out an alternative pathway to her destination and worked in food mileage AND roadwork#that’s how i know king did his research alright 😂😂#holly gibney#the outsider#stephen king#real talk#book hoe
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