#dog of bay game

[7eu]

A collection of drawings I won't ever finish.

Clay Puppington (Moral Orel.) Jus a bunch of rushed sketches becuase Im still tryna decide on how I wanna draw him, its a lot harder than I thought. Hes so ugly brauh

Camus (Dog of Bay) sketch!! First ever person to post Dog of Bay fanart on Tumblr and its silly n' unfinished .. heart break LMFAO. hes like my third fav in the game, I love how sassy his dance is. :3

Rainbowdash (My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic) attempt! I really just colored a quick sketch..this was my first time ever drawing a human rainbowdash, really hard!

Yuri (Doki Doki Literature Club) head..also was just tryna figure out a design for her. She's my FAV!! Just haven't found good motivation to keep going.

Nagito Komaeda (Danganronpa 2: Goodbye Despair) drawing. I was gonna go all out but I quit once I realized how tough the hair would be..

ocs! was gonna do a lil comic, but, i couldn't think of a good storyline. i also just hate making ocs, color pallettes are a challenge for me.

Big Al (VOCALOID) sketch! He's my favorite vocaloid he's so cute!!! First time drawing him though, turned out kinda wonky. I'll definitely redo it someday!

Total Drama oc. I actually did finish smthn with him, but, this was kinda just a redo to show off more character...kinda forgot abt it.

Aira Shiratori (Ensemble Stars.) My oldest drawing yet..so ugly. I couldn't get past the body. Not even into this game anymore, supes embarrassing LMFAO

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thats the end! i have more, but, this is all i can really manage to share..if you dont know, my artstyle is heavily based off of user zkullheadx_x on TikTok! Please check them out. They're a big inspiration, and I honestly feel shame for stealing so many aspects of their artstyle. So, if you have any tips of stopping style theft, please tell me! I feel horrible LMFQO!! stoll hope u enjoyed all the pics...

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[secondokiku]

@anxietyfluffy I give karen a little small ponytail and idk why

[babyzassou26]

SUPER BIG POST (i frickin love rex logan)

love my little t rex

[simvanie]

An update on my previous post:

So, I was scouring the internet to get some inspiration on how to furnish Hound's Head in Brindleton Bay because, as you know, I am STRUGGLING. And I came across this tweet where was said that Hound's Head is based on an actual existing building in Sag Harbor, NY:

After some more research, I found a floorplan of the house and some interior photo's from past property listings that I can use as inspiration. My new plan is to scrap almost everything that I've already done for Supriya's and Rohan's house (except the aviary), and make the layout more similar to the real life version. If this floorplan doesn't help me to make this stupid massive empty in-game build work, I don't know what will.

[mermaidchan05]

I found out about the Arcana-themed Inktober prompts too late to do much about them but I HAD to do the final prompt: "MC drawn into the Fool's card."

Done all in marker. Took way too long lol. Original prompts under the cut (and please help me find the correct people to tag I wasn't able to)

[valetiersims]

Cape Cod Family Home 🌊

A Cats & Dogs only home for a massive family! It has 6 bedrooms (one for guests/grandparents), 5 bathrooms (including two half-baths), a family room, a formal living room, an office, a playroom, a mudroom, a greenhouse, and a big outdoor space! It can fit 8 sims and is currently set up for parents, an infant, two toddlers, two kids, and guests :)

No CC

§195,548

Lot size - 40 x 40

Lot location - Chateau Frise, Brindleton Bay

Player tested and remember to enable bb.moveobjects

This is made with base game and Cats & Dogs only!

✨Download✨- SFS (free, no ads)

Gallery ID: CaribbeanBrezze (alt download)

[literalyn0thing]

San Francisco Fog

[bluepoodle7]

#DogOfBay #JapanOnlyPs2Games #ObscureVideoGames #MyOldGrossBaseArt #PoodleArtMyArt

These are super old base arts I did.

My art is slowly getting better I think and I don't use bases anymore.

I even made a evil version of the main character that was clown like. I kind of want to redraw him some day with a new name.

I even made a free gaia avatar maker dress up game on a now long gone website.

This is my old oc his name is Yami Camus his Dalmatian boy and the evil version of Camus for Dog of bay.

I might change his name though.

I'm surprised the furries slept on this game.

It's like a better Cats 2019 movie but with dogs.

I remember only seeing the ending to this game on Google video before Google got Youtube.

It was pretty rare back then.

[unes3creations]

Small bedroom with a study space I put together for one of my games. I really like this type of room probably because my room is full of books :)

This room is from one of my house, get it HERE it's a base-game lot !

[whimsicalcotton]

top 3 before the storm things that are Haunting me:

chloe's dream about trying to reach out and touch rachel's burning hand through glass leading into rachel setting the tree on fire and the fucking wind swirling around it all in time to her screams.

the entire Tempest scene. like literally everything going on there. rachel as prospero? chloe as ariel?? "i have thee in my grasp, i will not bend." ??? don't even get me started on nathan as caliban!!!! they really had to give us a scene of rachel bossing him around so flippantly (like it was acting But Still.)

the way that sera is so unflinching when she says, "if you love her, lie to her." the fact that she has tattoos that wind up matching both rachel and chloe's; the butterfly and the star, of fucking course.

[bamsara]

Some side characters/cult members for The Rehabilitation of Death. This originally was just supposed to be some light sketches but now they're all fully lined up and colored oops

Info about all of them under the cut:

All followers were designed based off of the actaul follower forms in game. Characters in order:

Bremar 🦊 (He/Him): Boy that often gets peer pressured into doing dangerous or scary things by his friends/bullies. Good heart, not a lot of spine yet.

Finor 🐰 (She/They): Elderly follower.  A devoted follower, but much too in the habit of behaving like an overbearing grandmother to those who aren’t even her kits. Comes from bearing so many in life before losing them to heretics in the wilds. Lambert found her already aged out in the forest after her husband and family were slaughtered, and she has been caring for others ever since her rescue. Stern and not a big fan of PDA, but good heart.

Cow Nurse 🐄 (No Name yet, She/Her): A nurse that works in the healing bay; takes care of the injured and sick while the lamb is gone. Stern and easily frustrated but it comes from a place of concern.

The Shrew and The Otter (No names yet) 🐁🦦 (Both She/Her): Lovers that often leave their work posts to be affectionate with each other in secret (even though everyone already knows). Eventually asks the Lamb to officiate their wedding.

Joon 😺 (Any/They/Them) (Otherwise known as 'the yellow cat' from that one COTL short): The best farmer the cult has, wasn't born until long after the bishop's defeats, and is a part of the generation that is blissfully unaware of Bishops prior tyranny. Bright but a little nervous at times, the Lamb asks them to watch over a certain 'new arrival' as their own hands are full, and Joon becomes the unaware caretaker for a certain God of Chaos.

Paazi 🐸 and her parents🦅🦇: (She/Her for Paazi, Unnamed: Eagle is He/Him, Bat is They/Them): Paazi is a orphan rescue from Anura found as young as a tadpole, later adopted by this older couple. She is the frog that fell from the cliffside and was later saved by Narinder, in which gains him her parent's appreciation.

Grekimar 🐷 (He/Him): A lumber worker who was exiled from his village in Anura, and taken in by the cult as 'all past sins are forgiven here'. Very critical of Narinder's presence, and is one spit away from dissension

Jayen 🐻 (He/Him): One of the two followers Narinder killed during his dramatic arrival to the cult grounds when Jayen was just trying to protect his leader, later resurrected by Narinder and Lambert in Chapter 2. Conflicted about Narinder's presence: grateful to be resurrected (Lamb told Jayen that Narinder helped) but still traumatized from the murder. Feels tingly in his hand and arm often. Sweet but nervous.

Tyren 🐶 (He/Him): One of the stone miners. Rescued from Darkwood. The very 'golden lab retriever' personality makes him one of the more friendlier types; this dog has a big crush on the Lamb that goes past prophet idolization.

[writers-potion]

Could you give any advice for "descriptive" writing of any scene or action scenes or mapping out the scenery (Mountains, forests, streets etc) - i believe this is a struggle for Non-English speaking writers due to lack of vast vocabulary.

Common Scenery Description Tips

Vocabulary is clearly an important part of description, but it doesn’t have to be a limit. The most important thing about description in fiction is picking the right details to mention:

How does the details add to the mood of the story? A mountain ridge will be dark, gray and foggy if the overall mood is meant to be mysterious/brooding. In contrast, a mountain can be brilliantly snow-capped, lush green and “smiling down” upon the character if they’re out for a light stroll.

How are the contrasts/complementary aspects being brought out?

Are you using the five senses? You can even combine the senses, ie. blue ringing of the church bells

(If you have the POV character) what 

Some other tips for setting description:

Use similes and metaphors. Creative figures of speech always get my attention as a reader. 

Mention story-specific elements. For example, “The sky was the shade of Zoes’ eyes” or “the mountains looked like a group of trolls sleeping on one another” 

Be concise. Today’s readers don’t want to read paragraphs and paragraphs about one landscape. Outline the larger elements in the scene, their location and general mood. Add some details, then move on. 

If the same location appears multiple times, differentiate the description little by little as you write, instead of trying to lay out one scene in too much detail at once. 

That said, here are some helpful words/phrases:

Forests/Mountains

Color: bone-white, phantom-white, hazy gray

Sound: rumbling, booming grumbling, bellowing clapping, trundling, growling, thundering

Shape: crinkled, crumpled, knotted, grizzled, rumpled, wrinkled, craggy, jagged, gnarled, rugose  

Action: sky-punching/stabbing/piercing/spearing, heaven-touching/kissing, snow-cloaked/hooded/wreathed/festooned

Sloping sides, sharp/rounded ridges, high point/peak/summit

Majestic, gargantuan humbling, vast, massive, titanic, towering, monumental, mighty, vast, humbling

Mountains having faces, etc. 

Seas

Color: blue-green, crystal-clear crystalline, emerald, frothy, hazy, glistening, pristine, turquoise

Size: boundless, abyssal, fathomless, unconquerable, vast, wondrous

Sound: billowing, blustering, bombastic

Action: boisterous, agitated, angry, biting, breaking, brazen. Churning, bubbling, changing, brooding, calm, convulsing, enticing erratic, fierce, tempestuous, turbulent, undulating

Alluring, blissful, betwitching, breezy, captivating, chaotic, chilly, elemental, disorienting

Deserts

Sight: A landscape of sand, flat, harsh sunlight, cacti, tumbleweeds, dust devils, cracked land, crumbing rock, sandstone, canyons, wind-worn rock formations, tracks, dead grasses, vibrant desert blooms (after rainfall), flash flooding, dry creek

Sounds: Wind (whistling, howling, piping, tearing, weaving, winding, gusting), birds cawing, flapping, squawking, the fluttering shift of feasting birds, screeching eagles, the sound of one’s own steps, heavy silence, baying wild dogs

Smell: Arid air, dust, one’s own sweat and body odor, dry baked earth, carrion

Touch: Torrid heat, sweat, cutting wind, cracked lips, freezing cold (night) hard packed ground, rocks, gritty sand, shivering, swiping away dirt and sweat, pain from split lips and dehydration, numbness in legs, heat/pain from sun stroke, clothes…

Taste: Grit, dust, dry mouth & tongue, warm flat canteen water, copper taste in mouth, bitter taste of insects for eating, stringy wild game (hares, rats) the tough saltiness of hardtack, biscuits or jerky, an insatiable thirst or hunger

Streets

Dusty, fume-filled, foul, sumptuous, broad, bucolic, decayed, mournful, seemingly endless, empty, unpaved, lifeless, dreadfully genteel, muddy, nondescript, residential/retail

Bleach, flimsy, silent, narrow, crooked, furrowed, smoggy, commonplace, tumbledown, treeless, shady

The blacktop streets absorb the spring sunshine as if intent upon sending heaven's warmth back through my soles.

The streets absorbed the emotions in the air, the city as the steady and reassuring mother.

The streets were a marriage of sounds, from bicycle wheels to chattering.

In the refreshing light of early daytime, the streets had the hues of artistic dreamtime, soft yet bold pastels.

Cobbled streets flowed as happy rivers in sunlight.

Parties

Some extra tips for locations like parties, where lots of action is going around practically everywhere:

Focus on the important characters - where they are, who they’re with. 

Provide some overall description of the structure of the party scene (a pool, a two-storey house with yard?), then move on to details. 

Don’t try to describe everything. 

whirlwind of laughter and music, a symphony of joyous chaos.

It was a gathering that shimmered with the glow of twinkling lights and echoed with the rhythm of dancing feet.

The air was alive with excitement, buzzing with conversations and the clink of glasses.

Every corner held a story waiting to unfold, a moment waiting to be captured in memory.

It was a tapestry of colors, a mosaic of faces, each adding their own brushstroke to the vibrant canvas of the night.

Laughter cascaded like a waterfall, infectious and unstoppable, filling the room with warmth.

The night was a carnival of senses, with aromas of delicious food mingling with the melodies that filled the air.

Time seemed to slip away in the whirl of the party, moments blending into each other like colors on a palette.

The energy of the crowd was electric, pulsing through the room like a heartbeat, binding everyone in a shared moment of celebration.

It was a celebration of life, where worries faded into the background, and the present moment was all that mattered.

[largetaytertots]

Brindleton Bay Lighthouse Override by LargeTayterTots

The beloved lighthouse in Brindleton Bay has received a fresh coat of paint! The previously golden rust has been transformed into a stunning navy blue. The bricks have also been power washed, making the lighthouse more vibrant than ever.

This mod overrides the lighthouse in Brindleton Bay. *The Cats and Dogs Expansion pack is required.

In-Game Preview:

Download Patreon (Early Access) (Free) Simfileshare (Free)

TOU: Please do not reupload, modify, or claim as your own.

youtube / tiktok / twitch / patreon / gallery id: largetaytertots

[nicholasandriani]

This Floating Life is but a Dream: Li Bai, Shen Fu, playing The Last of Us, and reflecting on the evanescence of things.

I’ve begun rereading some of my favorite Chinese poets and can’t help but find striking similarities, in aesthetic and philosophy, between these brilliantly minded writers from so long ago and contemporary storytellers. The main suspects in todays post: Shen Fu, Li Bai, Austin Wintory (Journey), and the savory addiction concocted by the dreamweavers at Naughty Dog studious, headed by Neil…

[bacon-sandwich-of-dionysus]

Last Line

I have been ambushed by @cuckoo-on-a-string with the Last Line game! The idea is to post the last few lines or chunks of your current WIP.

I tag @nsharks! No pressure to play! I came across your fic for Ghost here and it was soooo good! I loved it! :D

So yeah! Here's a chunk from Chapter 4 of 'Baying Dogs'! I hope you all enjoy <3

Warning for violence and gore (Yep, we're getting grimmer, gals!)

He hadn’t told anyone this, but he was really shaken up from the incident. And to make matters worse, Soap was pretty sure something was wrong with him. It was almost like an out-of-body experience: that arm was not his own. He had willed with all his might to release her wrist, but his fingers wouldn’t budge.

She got lucky.

MacTavish was certain he would have gone for her throat if she gave him a chance right then and there.

He wanted to puke.

That was disgusting. That was a disgusting thought. The fact his brain even managed to conjure up the image of such an action…

He couldn’t tell a soul. If they knew, they’d kill him, regardless of Shepherd’s orders. Sure, they were obeying the general’s request to not punish, let alone take this up formally, but Soap knew if he stepped one toe out of line, Price would forget who he was working for.

The anger in that man’s eyes, the confusion and fear.

Soap had never seen such an expression on Price’s face.

Ghost wouldn’t stick up for him either.

He was a professional. He may have liked the lad but if Soap became a liability… he’d be dead.

Riley wouldn’t think twice.

They were soldiers after all. This wasn’t a band of merry men who had gotten lost, they were still on the job and the job, in this case, was just to wait.

Maybe they should just kill him.

Because Soap had this sinking feeling that something was slowly beginning to eat away at him, and that act of violence was it indulging in its first bite.

Soap watched Ghost come back from his bathroom trip, balaclava concealing his paling face.

He watched him kick off his boots and get into his sleeping bag, letting out a small squeak of pain as he accidentally landed some of his weight on his bad shoulder.

Ghost had been in that bathroom for a while, probably over twenty minutes.

Soap would have wagered it was due to an upset stomach, thanks to the terrible food they were having but something in his gut told him otherwise.

As to what, you may ask.

Something to do with his mouth. As he had walked in, pulling the mask back over the lower half of his face, Soap noticed a trickle of red dripping from the corner of Simon's mouth. He assumed it was red. In reality, it just looked dark thanks to it being almost pitch black in here.

In the khazi, Ghost had been doing his usual routine of splashing his face with the cold tap water, hoping that would distract him from his aching joints- a recent development, mind you, probably something he should have Dougs check out- when he felt something weird in his mouth.

It was hard like a seed or nut, caught in his cheek.

He poked at it with his tongue, out of primitive curiosity.

When he couldn’t quite dislodge it using that method, the man decided it would probably be best to pick it out using his hands. He couldn’t imagine what it would be, seeing as what they had been eating for the past few days had pretty much been either slop or sickly sugary food bars. Not having much of a sweet tooth, he hadn’t touched any of them, staving off his hunger pangs by distracting himself with patrols and card games.

Anyways, he did eventually manage to fish out the bother.

And with it, a string of saliva, reddened with blood.

What the…

Held between his index finger and thumb was a tooth. His molar to be precise.

[clockwayswrites]

City Pigeons Bleed Green : Part 23

The cheerful bell rang a familiar chime as Damian opened the door to his favorite animal shelter. The scent of fur, pet food, and antiseptic was as comforting as it was potent. Damian watched Danny closely out of the corner of his eye. The other boy’s nose wrinkled, but he looked around the front room curiously.

“Damian! I wasn’t expecting you today,” Ms. Lacey said as she popped out of the back room, summoned by the chime.

‘Ms. Lacey’ was their compromise. Damian had refused to simply refer to the woman by her first name and in turn, Ms. Lacey refused to give Damian her last name. It had been supremely frustrating. Now it was almost akin to game or inside joke between them. It was nice.

She brushed the riot of curls (blue this month) out of her face and looked at the group that had entered the shelter curiously.

Damian knew they were a bit of a sight. Danny was still swathed in a number of bandages and, now out of the apartment, looked a moment away from running. Because of that, Jason basically loomed over Danny and Damian as if he could keep the world at bay.

(He might just be able to manage to.)

“No. It is not one of my normal service days, however, I am not here to volunteer,” Damian said, his tone almost apologetic. “I have brought Daniel—”

“Danny.”

“—to see if there is a pet that would suit him.”

“Hi, Danny,” Ms. Lacey said and leaned forward onto the counter.

Danny shied back into Jason’s space. He clutched a little tighter at the backpack that his bear was safely stashed in. Cass had thought it might be good for Danny to be able to take the bear discreetly with him as he seemed rather attached to it. Considering the tracker in the bear, everyone quickly helped make that happen.

“Hi Lacey,” Danny replied softly.

Ms. Lacey leaned back, her smiled now twinged with just a little bit of sadness. Damian had seen her look abused animals the same way. “Do you know what type of animal you might be interested in, Danny?”

“I was thinking a cat or dog?” The words were more a question than a statement. “Someone that can sit with me.”

“That’s a good start. That could also be rabbits, but if they’re going to be living at the manor,” Ms. Lacey glanced briefly at Damian for a confirming nod, “then a rabbit might not work the best. A cat has the advantage that it would be indoors and doesn’t need as much effort depending on the animal’s age. But you might want a dog to walk! Why don’t we get you into the kitten room to start, because that’s a great time no matter what.”

When Danny glanced from Ms. Lacey to Damian to Todd, Todd gave a little nod. Danny tightened the hold on his backpack, took a breath, and gave a little nod.

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“Okay, this is pretty great,” Danny said as he pried a tiny orange and white ball of fluff off his shoulder and set the little guy back down with his siblings.

Immediately the kitten was pounced by the black kitten and had his ears chewed on.

“Kittens might be too much energy for me though,” Danny admitted. He had a feeling he’d never have the type of energy he used to again. He wasn’t sure if that was from his death or… everything else.

“They are a great deal of work,” Damian agreed. His own lap was full of peacefully sleeping kittens.

Danny was a little jealous. He caught the grey kitten who looked more like a a dust bunny as it romped past.

“What if I don’t find a pet today?”

“Then we will go somewhere else. This is not the only shelter in the city,” Damian said.

The straightforward certainty that Damian had about the world was something Danny had come to appreciate over the last several days of knowing Damian. The fear was still there. Danny didn’t know if it would ever go away, but he could ignore it now. Sometimes it was hardly even background noise.

Danny was used to having a brain full of static.

“It will be fine, Brother,” Damian said when Danny didn’t respond.

Brother. Damian insisted on using that instead of his name, but Danny figure that was because Damian didn’t have a last name to call him like all the others. Bruce was simply ‘Father’ too. Maybe it was about Wayne then? But Danny wasn’t Daniel Wayne. He was just Danny… no one.

“Yeah,” Danny made himself respond so that Damian didn’t get worried. For all that Damian tried to be aloof he really was worse than even Dick.

“If a kitten would be too much, what do you think of an adult cat?”

Danny looked down at the little slip of a kitten in his hands. It was so tiny. “I think let’s start with dogs. Something not so small and… breakable.”

Damian nodded and started to divest himself of cats. “I have heard the vets ‘joke’ that kittens will heal from anything. One could toss a kitten and its missing foot in a cage and it would reattach. I suggest we do not try it.”

“No,” Danny said in horror. “We are very much not trying that, what the hell.”

“What is what I said.” Despite having to deal with many more kittens, Damian was up first and offering Danny his hand. “Come, Brother.”

Danny took the hand, stood, and still had one last kitten to pull off of of his jeans where it clung with this sharp, sharp claws.

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AN: I was able to give this a read through finally, so have the first bit of this chapter! Because who doesn't want Danny and Damian surrounded by adorable kittens?