#dl: surfaces

[color-walk]

[zx-ta]

TS2 AL to TS4: Bohemian Bedroom

Hello, I think I'm done with this set, everything is base game compatible, the bed comes in 3 parts so you can mix and match. I added an end table, 2 mirrors and 2 lamps and lots of colors. The shelf and vase are separated objects and you can put flowers into the vase (based on Pescado's mesh)

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[loving-jack-kelly]

jack and race would have one of those podcasts where they talk about jackshit and then upload thirty-second clips that constantly go viral to toktok and Instagram. half the time the clips are of jack saying something absolutely insane either in a funny way or in a "my childhood was extremely fucked up but it's normal to me so I think this horrifying thing is funny" way and race being like woag dude lets unpack that. and half the time it's one of them saying something so stupid that nobody else could possible think it's funny and both of them laughing so hard they can't breathe and are crying and nobody watching can help but join them because they think they're sooooo funny.

[inseparableduo]

I would like more ships tbh but I am just not a fan of shipping just to ship tbh. I would like some chemistry

[carry-on-my-wayward-gays]

Okay so ngl it's roughly inspired by the movie 50 first dates (Jimmy's getting she/her for this whole ask cause I'm in the habit of it and this is my Jimmy I can do what I want)

The gist is that Jimmy has no memory of past servers any time she joins a new one (last life Jimmy doesn't remember 3rd life, Empires 2 Jimmy doesn't remember Empires 1, ect.) So when Tango meets her during hermitpires it's like a moment where all the memories of Double Life come rushing back and she remembers the ranch and her rancher and everything and she's just overwhelmed with so many happy memories she picks him up and spins him around and it's very cute. And they thing everything's fine now that they're reunited and remember everything (Tango never forgot). But the Empires server doesn't want Jimmy breaking character and remembering her other lives, so it's actively trying to re-repress the memories. Jimmy just kind of assumes it's a fibro problem cause she has foggy memory anyways, but after Tango leaves there comes a day not even a week after he's gone that she can't remember him or anything that happened in double life. She vaguely remembers some stranger passing through Tumble Town, but she can't put a face to them.

Once Tango realizes he can visit the Empires server whenever he wants (headcanon that he can move between any servers he has the address to, like dimension navigating I guess) he comes to see Jimmy, only to see that Jimmy doesn't remember him. She vaguely remarks that he seems familiar and she's visibly distressed about this, and Tango just assumes that whatever erased her memories the first time did it again. And seeing Tango's face doesn't bring them back this time because the server is working harder to keep her from remembering. So Tango just guides her through double life and slowly she starts to be like Oh I remember that, didn't [thing] happen too? And eventually she remembers everything and feels bad that Tango had to remind her who he was, but Tango assures her he knows it isn't her fault and he doesn't mind having to refresh her.

And of course this isn't the last time, almost every single time Tango visits he needs to remind her, he eventually starts doing things like leaving books or pictures for her to read when she forgets. And Tango never complains when she forgets again because he knows that she would remember him if she could and he cares enough to put in the work.

It's sort of literally just 50 first dates (very important movie to me <3) but I love it anyways it's so sad but cute and kind of shows how dedicated these guys are to each other and just how much they'll put in to make sure they aren't taken apart again <3

AWWW THAT'S SO FUCKING CUTE <3333

Like askdhdsk the idea of the server itself rewriting her very code so she forgets everything and never breaks her Sheriff character only to have Tango "I feel like we'd find each other in any universe" Tek come strolling in and manually walking Jimmy through their life so she can remember who he is?? Fucking GOLD bro, absolutely heartbreaking shit.

By any chance have you read "There's Not a Word Yet" by Pixiemage? :3

[sims2ccfindsbyck]

#120

MAXIS MITTENS X ADELE AMELIA RECOLORS

NMS TABLE X MANGOSIMS RUG X POCCI CHAIR

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ATS2 DESK X AIKEA WALL WRITING X NANU ENDTABLE

ADELE PERSIAN RECOLOR X ATS2 ENDTABLE X ADELE RAMSAY PAINTING X YUXI PAINTING

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CCJANE PHOTO FRAME

[diaperedbee]

Man, kinky/queer dating apps suck. This might get venty, be warned

My experience the last week has been getting banned for mouthing off dudes sending me unsolicited dick pics INCESSANTLY and getting banned off of the most mundane profile for what I can only assume is either for no reason or because I mentioned the word diaper (even though the app has a profile option for littles).

I am staunchly against the app Kinkd.

I already thought i would never be able to find anyone on a mainstream dating app. Now, it feels like my chances just hit the sewers.

No one's gonna see me, an impoverished trans woman who can't afford insurance, a license to drive, a car, likes to act like a baby, wear and use diapers, and isn't particularly interested in having sex and is gonna say "that's the one for me," because even when I've dated people in the community it's like they expect me to be perfect. They don't see me as my whole self, they see me as someone who should be whole in this moment, and they discard the traumas I've told them of when I become an inconvenience, like when I'm having a meltdown.

This is partly why content has lacked, too. I've been in a depressive rut, and trying to break out has been more overwhelming than the stuff keeping me here.

Back to your regularly scheduled, bubbly, diapered sex object.

[webism]

coworker!nanami who is the last person you’d expect to agree to fuck you on the DL, but also the one who does it best.

coworker!nanami who gets sick of how moody and irritable you become when you’re dick hungry that he offers to sate you, in the name of getting his job done with less… interruptions. it’s to your mutual benefit: you get your needs met and he gets to clock out on time.

of course coworker!nanami doesn’t tell you that he’s been waiting and wanting after you for years now. this is just a favour he’s doing you, he doesn’t need to tell you about the countless nights he’s fucked his fist wishing it was your tight body instead.

coworker!nanami who starts off your little arrangement very tamely. it starts with him sliding into the seat by yours and fingering you under the desk while he talks you through the work you’re doing. of course, you’re a mess on his fingers, going dumb with each curl against your g spot. nanami loves it—how reactive you are, so unfortunately for your poor pussy he won’t stick with just getting you off on his fingers for very long.

coworker!nanami who, as soon as he picks up on your mood again a week later, pulls you into a printing room and has you on the table amongst files and spreadsheets alike so he can finally get a taste of you. and his tongue is even better than his fingers, working you into a boneless mess so easily. and god is he addicted to your taste—he’s thought endlessly about how you’d feel against his lips, how wet youd get for him to indulge in.

coworker!nanami who, of course, gets greedy. soon enough just touching hand tasting isn’t enough—he’s got to fuck you. and he does, over every damn surface in your workplace. so what if the whole point of this was for him to be able to clock out early, he’ll stay hours after close if it means he can watch you stretch around his cock over and over and over again.

coworker!nanami who has you walk around each day stuffed full of his cum. likes glancing over to you as he works to see you squirm when you try and sit. your poor cunt is too sore from the back-to-back orgasms you keep being made to take.

coworker!nanami who tried really hard to keep it strictly at work and on the down low, but can’t help himself from asking you out to dinner one night after a particularly mind melting shift. and it’s more romantic than he planned it to be, he almost feels bad for how focused on the physical aspect of your arrangement he’s been.

until you slip him your panties under the table and promptly let him fuck you against the mirror in the restaurant bathroom. so he can cover your mouth to try (and fail) to muffle the raunchy moans you let out as his cock splits you open. anyone could walk in, and a man as well-adjusted as nanami should be terrified of that fact, but it only seems to make him harder.

coworker!nanami who makes you sit down afterwards and feel his cum drip out of you as you talk about the mundane over dinner. :)

[takumiraine]

Once upon a time chapter 3

3 chapters in as many days? Nobody tell my Ao3 readers. I don’t have siblings, but I hope I captured banter well.

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Once upon a time two men stopped believing in fairy tales.

Jason walked into the admissions office with Dan’s schedule memorized as well as Bab’s working schedule in the library to debrief both before and after and make sure their own girl genius ate. She was the only one in the family that didn’t treat him differently since the whole dead until he wasn’t thing after all.

“Hi there,” Jason said to the woman working the desk, turning on every ounce of charm, bringing out the smile that historically got him into as many troublesome spots as it got him out of. “I’m Jason Todd-Wayne and I think I’m ready to put down roots and get my degree in Literature. Russian or English, doesn’t matter.”

“Oh!” The woman looked suitably flustered, and he felt suitably stupid as he stood there with that thousand sun smile and his stupid shock of white hair and completely unprotected t shirt and jeans. Yeah he had a couple of knives in his boots but… he felt entirely too exposed. “Let me… make a call and see who can get you settled in.”

An hour and one incredibly flimsy “yeah well I’ve been doing absolutely no learning the last five years just give me the remedials first” lie later, and Jason had a schedule that matched up in a couple places with this Dan person.

He went to go see Babs at her job in the library, stopping at the campus coffee shop to bring her her favorite drink. May as well add some extra bribery to keep her from spilling if Bruce asked.

Jason doubted he would but weirder things have happened.

He walked up to where she was tapping away on one of the computers at the reference desk. He reached over and set the coffee near enough so she could grab it and far enough away that she wouldn’t throw a fit about the possibility of spills.

Jason looked around idly, waiting for her to be done with whatever task she was set to. Once she was done she grabbed the cup. “He’s here.” She said, taking a drink from her coffee.

Jason blinked. “What?”

“Yeah. Once I saw him this morning, without static, I realized why he was familiar.” There was the steady beep-beep-beep as she checked in books. “He practically lives here. Northwestern corner on the desktop.” More beeping and Jason turned his head under the guise of scanning the space as he sipped from his own drink. “Wouldn’t be suspicious except for last night, and knowing his class schedule.”

Jason nods, pushes off the desk and makes a slow circuit under the guise of looking for a book. The kid, under bright daylight, looks like hell. Pale with dark circles under his eyes. Thin. A quick glance at the screen shows him working on math way more complex than the remedial class he - they were taking. He selected a book from the shelf and returned to Babs.

“Kid looks more dead than I am,” Jason muttered, setting his cup down and paging through the book. Not only did the kid not notice when Jason got close but didn’t look over. No sense of danger that one.

He stood, making bland conversation with Babs and skimming through the book. At least until the kid got up. A quick check of the clock showed it was almost time for their first shared class. He walked out first, and pulled out the sheet of paper with his schedule. When the kid passed by Jason stopped him.

“Hey, sorry to bug you,” he wasn’t, “I started a bit late. Any idea where DL 115 is?” Danny startled a bit as he realized he was being spoken to, before nodding.

“Yeah. Headed there now. C’mon. I’m Danny.” The kid gave a smile and Jason was hit with the thought that with some sleep he was probably handsome.

As they walked Danny rambled a mile a minute, giving directions and a mini tour. Everything surface level, but kind nonetheless. He stifled a yawn as they passed the cafe where Jason had gotten the two coffees earlier that morning “and I’ve heard this place has the best coffee anywhere near campus. Haven’t tried it myself so your mileage may vary, but the smells are right.”

Jason normally found this sort of prattle irritating, but he found himself more amazed at the fact that a kid who had a knife in his stomach no more than 12 hours before was moving like nothing happened.

When they got to class Jason took the spot next to Danny. “Thanks for the tour man,” he said, wishing he could drop the Jason Todd-Wayne persona and go back to being just Jason.

“Yeah. Of course. Gotta help where you can.” Point one against being a rogue in the making. “Whats your major?”

“Literature. You?”

“Mechanical Engineering. I’m shit at lit, my high school teacher once accused me of being that dense on purpose.” Jason couldn’t help the snort, and he caught Danny’s lips quirk in a smile.

“Whats an engineer doing in a remedial math class?”

“High school was murder. Spent most of the time ghosting my classes.” He shrugged a bit, arranging the books he brought on the table. “Chronic underachiever.” The last two words were said with the same tone of someone who had heard them more often than anyone bothered to ask the reason behind it. Jason wasn’t quite sure where that point fell.

“Well, we need more engineers here. You grow up in one of the districts?” Small talk was a Wayne staple and even though Jason could appreciate the way they were helping him get information from the kid, it made him want to claw his face off.

“Nah.” A pause and the pit in Jason burned suddenly. “Small town in the Midwest. They need good ones there too. But Gotham was willing to pay me to be here.” He shrugs. “It’s a living I guess.” Jason had to resist the urge to grit his teeth. “You grow up here?”

A breath in. Out. Control. “Yeah. Crime alley until I was adopted by Bruce Wayne.”

Something in Danny’s look changes subtly, and the pit shrieks. Jason clenches a fist under the table, nails biting into his palm. “Doesn’t he fund the Justice League?” Knowledge outside his scope. Either the kid researched or had inside info. One point for rogue. Jason shrugged one shoulder and did his best ‘I just work here’ voice.

“I think so. Managing the money is more my brother’s thing though.” Keeping his voice even is a struggle with the way the pit lashes inside of him. Sweat beads at his hairline even though he’s certain the air conditioning just clicked on from the way the air is suddenly cooler around him.

“I hate those assholes…” he heard Danny mutter as the teacher entered and began the class. Another point towards rogue. So far it was pretty even, but there could still be an explanation.

The teacher began droning on and slowly the pit calmed in him as more math was put in front of them. Jason wished it would act up. Trying to manage it would keep him occupied from the numbers. They always only meant one thing. There was no subtext. No beauty. No romance to it.

God. If anyone knew that the vicious Red Hood was secretly a romantic? Kill him again now. He glanced over at Danny’s notebook when he realized he missed some instructions. The guy’s handwriting was a mess, little notes jotted this way and that with arrows connecting it to something else that Jason recognized from the more complex math that Babs and Tim sometimes got on about.

Danny caught him looking and trying to copy, and rolled his eyes but put dots next to the things he was missing once he looked over at Jason’s mess of notes.

After class, Jason couldn’t help but ask “why are you in this math class? I’m the wrong guy to ask but that sh…stuff,” he corrected, reminding himself who he was supposed to be. Danny raised an eyebrow but let him continue, “seems way more complicated than what we’re learning.”

“I’m a bad tester.” He shrugs. “I’ve had worse lecture experiences.”

Jason had an opening to get to know this guy better. “Any chance you’d be willing to tutor me?”

Danny’s eyes furrowed at him, “I’m sure your dad could hire someone with a math degree, not just some….” He waved his hand “nothing nobody from nowhere.” He finished. Jason considered, or at least pretended to.

“He could, probably a whole fleet of them. But I hate asking him for things. Rich people are just….”

“Pompous assholes?” Danny supplied when Jason seemed to struggle for a nice way to put it. Even Sam had been at first, her parents’ attitudes surrounding money rubbing off on her.

“Yeah. We don’t see eye to eye on a lot of things. But I will pay.”

Danny seemed to consider that for a while, watching him more closely than the exhausted appearance would make anyone expect, something sharp and calculating in his gaze. Finally he seemed to decide and nodded, opening to a page where he had his schedule scribbled out. “I guess. When?”

“As soon as possible, I’ve already missed a couple weeks and I’m totally lost.” Not a complete lie. He could get himself caught up but making the bridge with Danny was more important. “Dinner at the cafe? I’ll buy for the inconvenience and then we can head to the library and get started?” Jason remembered Danny showing the mugger the empty wallet the night before. Either the kid kept his money elsewhere or he was broke.

Those sharp blue eyes landed on him again and narrowed slightly, and Jason got the distinct impression he was trying to weigh Jason’s soul against a feather. Then, again, Danny looks away and shrugs. “I guess. My next class is out at five.” Jason made a point of checking his watch. It was three. He nodded. “Meet you there at quarter after.” Jason nodded his agreement and stood. As Danny started to walk off Jason heard “And don’t think I’ll take it easy on you just because you’re a pretty rich boy.”

Fuck. What had he just gotten himself into?

The class Danny was headed to wasn’t one they shared, so Jason returned to the library. “Any idea what the kid does on the computer while he’s here?” Jason asked quietly, standing next to where Babs was shelving books. She handed him one and he put it back where it belonged, over her head.

“Excuse you, libraries are havens for those who want to be away from the panopticon of spying that is the powers that be.” Babs shot back, handing him another book. She could have reached that one but they both knew the understanding was clear, ‘you stand here to bother me during my normal girl hours, you work.’

‘And I know you’ his look countered. She sighed, wheeled herself and the cart to a different shelf.

“Nothing suspicious. Some conspiracy forums. Spends a lot of time sharing conspiracies with accounts named Technus and Ember, occasionally gets told to ‘go outside and eat something’ by an account called Desiree. Everything seems normal, or as normal as can be from conspiracy nuts.”

“What’s their favorite conspiracy?”

“Ghosts mostly. Though Pariah, Dan, also talks about how the JL is either in the pocket of the government or vice versa. He can’t seem to decide.”

“Any idea why he hates them?”

She hums, finishes with that shelf and moves along, waving cheerfully at some students that come out of a study room and keeps on her way. Jason is amazed that she manages the heavy book cart with her wheelchair. It’s just proof that there’s nothing that Babs can’t do. Jason doesn’t offer to push it. If she wanted his help she’d tell him. Or hand him something.

“Something about only helping when it suits them. Sending the government to put down anyone who needs help that they don’t want to give.”

“Threat assessment?” Jason was willing to bet that there was a reason. Maybe not a good reason, but a reason.

“Minimal so far. If they are working together, this forum seems to be their only point of contact. Ember is in Bludhaven, and although I haven’t been able to get any real id on her, Dick says there hasn’t really been anything abnormal out there. She uses a different computer almost every time and pays in cash. Technus is in Metropolis. Has some pretty nasty firewalls. I could get past them but then he’d probably know. Desiree is in Yale, studying psychology. She’s probably the one I have the most information on. Real name Jasmine McLain. Eldest daughter of two middle class parents, younger sibling died in a hit and run in high school, left town first chance she got and never looked back. Overachiever in high school and got an associates in Psychology while working full time. Doesn’t know much about net security but nothing stands out beyond that.”

Jason shelved a few more books. Wished he still smoked. “Something doesn’t feel right.” He couldn’t put his finger on what.

“Sure it’s not that jacket?” Jason looked down at himself, frowning. He looked pretentious. He looked like an asshole. He looked like Tim or Bruce.

“Now that’s just mean and uncalled for Barbie.” He said her name just loud enough for some stupid barely 18 year old somewhere in the stacks to chirp back ‘Hi Barbie’ almost automatically.

Babs pulled a face, elbowed him in the ribs. “Laugh it up J.J. the Jet Plane.”

In spite of the carefully honed bat instinct that said he was missing something important, Jason smiled.

[fawnhunter]

benjicot blackwood aka. mr attitude adjustment.

(a drabble about what benji is like when he reaches his limit with his pretty little wife.)

angry sex with benjicot. idk i just think he's the creator of the attitude adjustment. he married you because you were the love of his life, and also because when ever he showed his true brutish blackwood nature you would look at him with shining stars in your eyes. it also means that bcus he married a woman of fire and blood, he must also expect for her to argue like what she's made of. the argument between you two get hot, almost excitingly so. its almost like whatever you give to him he can give it right back to you ten fold. on some days its like his attitude is truly worse than yours. on the dl he loves the fact that you feel comfortable enough to really argue with him, to not back down submissively as he steps into ur space. He is truly lucky to not have married a "yes woman" who would gladly look him in his face and tell him when he was wrong. but sometimes.. instead of indulging in the arguing, he just wanted to fuck the attitude right out of you. [smutty below the cut]

god you were already so close to his face, on ur tippy toes, looking up and yelling at him like he wasn't as much of a lord like you were a princess. like he couldn't just bend you over the nearest flat surface and take you the way he wanted to. like he couldn't back you into the nearest wall with just his body pushing into you alone, pressing your body into the wall until to get the hint and start to pipe down and hear him out. or maybe he's feeling truly fed up with you, trying to stay calm in the face of his love for as long as he can before he's sweeping you off ur feet and up over his shoulder. continuing to argue while thrown over his shoulder bcus you know it'll just make it that much worse [better] for you.

walking through the halls of his family home, one he now has total control over, with his pretty little wife who just doesn't know when to stop. striding inside of your shared chambers and tossing on top of the bed, staring down at you with low eyes, the kind you see from him when you just know you're in trouble. slowly undoing the ties of his tunic while staring down at you, slapping ur hand away when you reach for ur own laces, as it starts to set in just how much trouble ur in.

now excuse me while i project for a moment but i think angry sex with him would maybe be the best dick of your life. I think any other time he would treat you like the treasure you are, fucking you tenderly but with passion. But now, when all he sees is red, his only goal is to make you fell so much pleasure you forget what upset you in the first place. his body is hot and pressed tight against yours, his warm breath huffing in ur ear and against ur neck. Lowly mummering taunts in ur ear as the tip of his cock slowly reaches places you rarely feel with him.

"where did your fight go my lady? what happened to the ferocious woman who was yelling in my face not but an hour ago? there's no way its the same woman who's under me now, about to be fucked full of my blackwood seed? could it?"

sigh... i need a little bit of hate sex in my life that would fix everything i think

hi!! requests are currently open for HOTD

[color-walk]

[goatskickin]

On the eighth day of GOATmas, my true love sent to me...

...counters! Wood recolors of counters!

I've recolored every counter that EA has created in a pack or expansion that:

1) already had wood recolors

2) didn't have wood recolors, but I felt that wood recolors suited them

For the colors: I am using Dynamite, Depth Charge, Shrapnel, Safety Fuse and Time Bomb by @pooklet, and Nesert and Honey by Io aka @serabiet.

Please check out the Add-On's I've recommended! They are meshes made by community members that will use these textures too. Or, they are bits of CC that go along with these nicely!

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Castanoga Counter - counterbrasserie

Notes: really solid shape! didn't touch the texture at all, though the shine has been removed

Recommended Add-on: #1

Chez Moi French Country - countercolonial

Notes: not my most favorite counter, but very fancy and still nice! countertops have no shine, the bottoms have some shine

Recommended Add-on: #1

Chiclettina Fjord Kitchen Counter - counterloft

Notes: actually uses the wood texture it came with, which is not that bad. Shine removed.

Club Room Countertop - counterclub

Notes: one of my favorites and really really improved by reducing the shine! same wood texture

Counter Country New Mimic - countercountry

Notes: this has one of the best wood textures and the shine has been removed. Swatch!

Recommended Add-ons: #1 #2

Counter Culture Surface - counterquaint

Notes: same texture, less shine. I took care to adjust the handles to be colored in a way that would update this dated-looking mesh

Recommended Add-on: #1

Double Wood Counter - counterromantic

Notes: your best 'historical' option for a counter if you're purely MM. no change at all to the wood texture. Minimal shine on the bottom.

Epikourous Sleek Cuisine Counter - counterdesigner

Notes: a counter so nice I made 2 versions! V1 here has the original wood textures, minimal shine.

V2 removes the wooden slats which were just texture, and not meshed on.

Got some new countertops to go with it as well! why not

Fat City Counter - counterdiner

Notes: this came with a wood retexture that's not the worst, it's alright, so I used it. Shine removed.

Recommended Add-on: #1

Surfaco Counter - counterstylish

Notes: I really like this one! It has a vintage vibe in my opinion. Same wood texture, no shine.

The Forbidden Fruit Counter - counternightclub

Notes: another cool counter hiding a pretty nice wood texture. Shine removed.

Recommended Add-on: #1 #2

The More Impossible Misson Counter - countermission

Notes: Monty lookin counters. Mostly the same textures, but instead of stained glass inserts in the doors, decorative wood! Swatch of the counter tops

Recommended Add-on: #1

*notable exceptions:

that ugly art nouveau one, "Chiclettina "Sardinia" Kitchen Counter". I did try about 3 times to make it look good but it just does not. Maybe someone more talented than I can rework the mesh, the mapping....

The "Krampft Industries Value Counter". This is a counter that I really like, and I've even included 3 very nice DL's that are repositoired to it below! But I thought that wood recolors just would not work on the shape. Other people have done wood recolors however, and they are very easy to find.

Download - Sims 2 Counters - Wood Recolors

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Recommended downloads:

[birrdies]

there’s something so narratively significant about etho wrangling the warden while grian’s tasked to handle the wither. both each other’s boss enemies respectively— grian permanently dying in DL trying to bring a warden to the surface, grian launching a wither on etho’s base in LL. both taking away what was important to them— warden killing scar via soul link and the wither killing bdubs in LL. I don’t have any other words for it but it’s important and it’s going to be rotting in my head for days

[indigo-flowers09]

I absolutely love these designs! and was just wondering what inspired them? I'm curious of what the plot's about, since everyone's species swapped

why not answer this question with another ref sheet(?) :3

I’d like to say, first and foremost, thank you very much for the love 🫶 i love getting asks and requests, these sillies live in my brain and drawing them is their rent

Second, i’m probably gonna keep plot talk on the DL unless i decide not to make a comic! Sorry :,3

Last but not least, inspirations. hooo boy this is a doozy

Firstly i wanna say i was inspired to make a comic specifically because of older ut comic dubs (Christmas party, handplates, Aftertale, etc) along with Scott Pilgrim and @akanemnon’s Twin Runes comic! (check them out i love twin runes a lot!!!)

The idea for the au is really just “What if the humans were monsters and the monsters were humans?” or, also “what if the (former) monsters were on the surface and the (former) humans were underground?” Classic Overtale plot!

Going in order, starting with AXIS, he’s actually one of the newest designs! i made him in my german class last week („•v•„U ) I wanted Axis to have a design change but remain a robot, maybe being more humanoid due to being made by a human! Changed his pipes and light bulb into what resembles hair and his wheel into roller blades!

Next up, Ceroba! i’ll be honest, i really don’t like Cerobas canon design that much. Love the colors but the short skirt and boots are not it, especially if she’s intended to be a more traditional japanese character. Like she’s not a magical girl, she’s in her 30’s?? Anywho, i made her prominently orange instead of pink (again, magical girl) along with lightening natural hair due to age and stress!

Clover. Clover Clover Clover!!! what do i even say about this precious little pup?! :3

I guess i could start with them being a Kitsune, of course, being switched with the Ketsukanes. Seeing as Ceroba is a mother and is often portrayed as taking a motherly role to clover, i figured a kitsune would fit them nicely! Along with being a cute, fun to draw, and curious troublemaker! I always like to remind myself that Clover’s just a kid.

Next up, Star! or, in this au, Stanley Sterling, the performative sheriff of a humble little town! i decided to switch up his poncho a little, for the sake of changing his design, gave him chaps (i like to call em pantaloons hoohoo!) and teal tassels for days! He’d prolly know more about cowboys than canon Starlo because, yknow, he lives on the surface!

Ah Martlet, or now, Marlette! but most just call her Marley. She has ~4 different outfits planned, a cozy, aviator style one for “Snowdin”, a sleeveless shirt with her flannel round her waist and a bandana for “the Dunes” and that flannel over her shoulders for “New Home”! along with a tee and pj’s for the epilogue. Her outfit is easy to manipulate so it only stays the same so often. Also, talon boots! ;]

And Dalv! Poor fella stayed a monster for the plot 😿 but i changed his design so he’s got a jacket similar to the one he has in Snowdin in uty but a whole lot smaller lol, along with a Batty pendant, a red vest and shoes and carved down horns! poor fella :(

Feel free to ask questions about these guys i am more than pleased to talk about them

[kayawolfhorse]

I do keep thinking about Scott’s sacrifice to Pearl in Wild Life, not because it resolves their seasons-long arc but for how it highlights the vastly different pages they’ve been on since Double Life, and all the issues included:

After a season of being abandoned again and again, Pearl confronted Scott in an empty world with the blood of the final two duos beyond them on her hands. She had taken every step of a victor. She had the better gear and the wolf army—she would win the fight. She was going to kill Scott, and with a strike of flint against steel touched to the fuse at his feet, Scott didn’t let her.

Since that moment, Pearl has sought out revenge on Scott. Where their misunderstandings lay is in the why.

Scott thinks Pearl holds a grudge against the way he treated her throughout DL. He does not dwell on his own feelings beyond the justification of how they hurt each other. Thus, his idea of Pearl’s revenge against him extends only to the act of her taking his life.

The fear of loneliness that ripples in the wake of her DL solitude continues to haunt Pearl, but she’d made Scott pay for it with each tick of intentional damage she sent through their soulbound. That pain hasn’t healed so much as it’s scabbed over; what now runs ever-red is the loss of agency. The nature of the game dictated that Pearl would die as soon as Scott did. She should’ve been the one to take them both out with her sword against his throat. What she so desperately wants is a chance to kill Scott fairly and of her own volition—a choice of which she’d been robbed.

Double Life, and all that came after, is the first contributing factor of what occurred in Wild Life. The second is the first game Pearl and Scott had shared: Last Life.

They remembered what it was like to be such close allies. For all the resentment between them, they missed each other. They’re two hurt people who continue to clash in the worst ways possible, and they missed the friends they once were.

They teamed in Wild Life along with the other Gs. Their acknowledgments of their past were tinged often with bitterness and utterly without any true communication. Their relationship was complicated but it was another shot at being friends, so they took it.

Pearl dropped down to red while Scott was still on dark green. They’d discussed such a possibility and decided that now was the time to enact it: Scott was to sacrifice himself to Pearl.

Pearl killed Scott while he was crouched armorless before her. She was put back on yellow while the dark green target was knocked off of Scott’s back. It was a life freely given and the furthest thing possible from the fair fight Pearl craves.

Scott thinks that, because Pearl killed him, everything between them has been sufficiently cleared without ever really talking about it. Pearl swallows back the aching hollowness of her stomach. What has been patched only smooths over the surface, and what remains beneath it continues to fester.

They died as friends in the Wild Life finale. Does it matter?

[sims2ccfindsbyck]

ikea Version of the "don't wake the lama" game

four different sizes of the LACK end table which I always thought was way too big, and a larger version of the HEMNES end table which is way too small for a normal person to use as a bedside table. (Where does all the junk go?) All the tables are slaved to the originals.

converted the heart and flower rugs from TS3 Generations with a handful of recolours.