#ds round 2

[dancurtisowesmemoney]

Dark Shadows' Hottest Character?

[jane-the-good]

CALEB: misty invasion

WORD COUNT: 3.4k

ABOUT: you and Caleb are drenched after getting caught in the rain while coming home from a grocery store run

TAGS: Caleb x MC

AN: Caleb wasn’t there for misty invasion, so I made it happen! The idea was sparked by Cavern Kingston’s Quinn audio: A Perfect Storm.

CONTENT WARNING: smut, unprotected sex, shower sex, fingering, female MC, Caleb is a sweetie pie

♡ please do not interact if you’re a minor ♡

AO3 caleb masterlist

The first drop lands on your nose. You barely have time to register it before another falls, then another.

"Ughhh, come on," you groan, gripping the grocery bag tighter as the sky cracks open above you.

Caleb huffs his easy, unbothered kind of laugh that makes your stomach flip. "Guess we’re running for it?"

"What do you think?" you ask, already breaking into a sprint.

The rain comes down in sheets, cold and relentless, soaking your clothes to the bone. Your shoes slap against the pavement, splashing through puddles, but neither of you slows down. You barely notice the groceries bouncing in your arms, too busy trying to keep up with him.

He turns back just enough to grin at you. "Still slow, huh?"

You shove him, breathless. "Still annoying, huh?"

Caleb grabs your wrist and pulls you forward, laughing as you take a sharp turn onto your street. The porch light glows dimly through the rain, barely visible through the blur of water and motion. You reach the steps in a messy, gasping tangle. Dripping wet, grinning.

You drop the grocery bag onto the porch with a soggy thud, pushing your soaked hair out of your face. "Now we have to cook dinner while looking like sewer rats."

Caleb’s still looking at you. Not in the usual, teasing way. Something softer. Something warmer.

You blink at him. "Hm?"

He shakes his head, water dripping from his chin. "I think I just time traveled a little bit ."

You frown. "How is that?"

He exhales, slow. "We used to race home from school — we don’t anymore, but I love being reminded that the same you is still there."

You roll your eyes, but you’re smiling. "Yeah? And you’re still the same. Always making sure I don’t fall behind."

That silence stretches between you, thick and expectant.

The rain doesn’t let up. It seeps into the pavement, into your skin, into the spaces between breaths. The air hums—wet pavement and something electric, something charged, something that always lingers when he’s near.

Before you can stop yourself, before you can think too hard, your fingers find his forehead, brushing away a strand of rain-soaked hair. A small thing. A quiet thing. But his breath catches, and when his eyes flick to your lips, the whole world tightens, sharp and waiting.

He moves without warning—no hesitation, no space for second thoughts. One moment, the world is cold rain and shallow breaths, and the next, his lips crash against yours, urgent, relentless. His hands find your waist, not claiming, but remembering—like he’s always known you’d end up here, tangled in the storm. It’s messy, breathless, rain slipping between you, but none of it matters. There is only the press of his body, the gravity of his pull, the way he holds you because you’re the only real thing left in the world.

You pull away breathless and shivering and still completely, utterly ruined.

Caleb smirks, nudging you toward the door. "Come on, sewer rat. Let’s get inside."

Your fingers slip against the keys, hands unsteady—not just from the cold but from the ghost of his lips still pressed against yours. The door gives, swinging open, and the warmth rushes in, swallowing you whole. But the chill lingers, clinging to your skin, settling in the spaces he left behind.

"I’ll grab some towels," Caleb says, his voice a little rougher than usual. He disappears down the hallway, leaving you in the entryway, dripping onto the welcome mat.

Your clothes are soaked through, clinging to your skin with the weight of water. The fabric sticks uncomfortably, the cold seeping in, there’s no point in keeping them on any longer. With a sigh, you pull them off, letting them fall to the floor in a damp heap, the relief almost immediate as the fabric no longer drags you down.

Caleb returns, arms full of towels, his shirt conspicuously missing. "You can wear my—oh—yeah, that works too." A flicker of amusement crosses his face as he drapes a towel around you, the warmth sinking into your skin. Without missing a beat, he scrubs another through his damp hair, water dripping down his collarbone.

"So, dinner," he says, breaking the silence.

You nod, pulling the towel a little tighter around yourself. "Yeah…"

Caleb just gives you a look and walks into the kitchen.

You follow, but you take the longer path, passing through the laundry room to drop your dripping clothes onto the tile floor. You shut the door behind you. He gets the hint. I know he does.

He pulls out all the ingredients while you put them away in their various cupboards. He’s still shirtless. His jeans are also soaked, but he doesn’t seem to mind.

The water’s running in the sink.

"Let’s make it quick," Caleb says. "Something easy."

"I’ll get the salmon," you say.

You shiver while crossing the kitchen, the cold still clinging to your skin. The overhead light hums—too bright, too warm—casting long shadows against the tiled floor. You pull open the fridge, fingers curling around the package of fish tucked in the door. When you turn back, Caleb is at the stove, the steady flicker of the burner catching in his eyes. You step beside him—closer than you need to—peeling open the plastic, the quiet rip of it lost beneath the rain still tapping against the windows.

He gives you a look. "What?"

"I don’t know. You just seem a little... cold."

You smile, putting your hand on his bare back. "I’m not cold."

He smiles back, a little more honestly. "Okay." He smiles, turns back to the stove, and sets the salmon in the pan.

The sizzle of the pan cuts through the quiet, the scent of fish curling into the air. Heat rises, slipping into the space between you. You step closer, just enough to feel the warmth of him chase away the last of the cold. Caleb doesn’t move away. Doesn’t say anything. You just stand there, side by side, the steady rhythm of cooking filling the silence, the weight of something unspoken settling between you. Waiting.

It’s a comfortable silence—the only sound the crackle of the flames and the sizzling of the fish.

"Smells good," you say.

"I hope it tastes good," Caleb replies, turning the salmon with a spatula. "If it doesn’t, blame it on the weather." He glances up at you, raising a brow. "Did you really go outside without bringing an umbrella?"

You shrug. "It wasn’t raining when I left for the grocery store."

He snorts. "You didn’t check the forecast?"

"I didn’t think about it."

"That’s how you always get yourself into trouble," he teases. "Never plan anything, then end up needing to call me to carry your bags."

"Planning’s boring," you say, smiling. "Besides, I always end up where I’m supposed to be."

Caleb’s eyes are soft as he looks at you. "Yeah?"

"Yeah." You lean up and kiss him on the cheek. "Especially when I’ve got you looking after me."

His gaze lingers on yours for a moment, his mouth slightly open as if he’s about to say something. But he just blinks, clears his throat, and looks away. "I think it’s ready."

You pull back, letting him work. He makes a sauce and warms the rice and vegetables he already cooked for you a few days ago. The kitchen’s warm now, the comforting smell filling the air.

He takes the salmon out of the oven, plates it with care, and slides it over to you. "Is this alright?"

You pick up your fork but can’t take your eyes off him. He’s still shirtless, his hair a little messy. "Yeah. I’ll eat it."

He smiles and slides over to sit next to you at the table.

You cut into the fish and take a bite. It’s good. Caleb watches you chew, a pleased smile on his face. "I’m glad you like it," he says.

"I’m always glad to eat your cooking," you reply, taking another bite.

He nods. "Glad I could make you happy."

The words settle between you, soft and unspoken, lingering in the space where silence holds more weight than sound. You don’t look up, but you feel it—his gaze, steady and knowing. Caleb just smiles, he’s always known and he’s been waiting for you to catch up.

The food is good, the kind that sinks into your bones, warming you from the inside out. You take your time with it, let the flavors linger. Caleb cooks as if he knows what he's doing, and he does. He doesn’t need to say it.

When he reaches for the rice, his arm brushes yours. A small touch, fleeting but deliberate. He doesn’t move away, and neither do you. The warmth of him lingers, something quiet and certain.

Then he looks at you—really looks. That soft expression, the one that makes your stomach twist, makes the air feel heavier, thicker. He sees something in you, something worth seeing.

His hand finds yours, even after the plates are empty, the last grains of rice gone. He doesn’t let go. Neither do you. His fingers curl over yours, warm and steady, a quiet kind of certainty.

You shift, just enough, lacing your fingers with his. His palm fits against yours, just as it always has.

You swallow. "I should probably shower," you murmur, the weight of his hand still lingering on yours.

You let go of his hand and get up from the table, picking up the dishes and putting them in the dishwasher. He watches you, looking a little disappointed but also relieved. "Don’t worry about the dishes," he says. "I’ll take care of them later."

You shrug and leave them alone. He’ll wash them when he’s done with whatever he wants to do. Maybe he has other things planned.

You step through the laundry room once more, the door clicking shut behind you. The air is thick with the scent of damp cotton, your discarded clothes still pooled on the floor, dark with water. You peel away the towel clinging to your skin, trade it for another—dry, warm, untouched. The old one joins the heap as you step into the shower. The water comes down too hot, biting at your skin, but you don’t flinch.

You stand there, unmoving, as the water threads through your hair, soap lather slipping down your skin. It’s warm. Soft. It unwinds something tight in your chest, loosens the grip of the day just a little.

A minute passes. Maybe two. Then—the creak of the bathroom door. The whisper of fabric against skin. A quiet splash as he steps in behind you.

"That took longer than I expected." You try to sound unbothered.

"I had to at least let you make it to the shower." He wraps his arm around your stomach to pulls your back against him.

Your breath catches as his hands slide down your body, a little bit of soap on his fingers. He rubs it into your skin massaging deep into sore muscles. He leans in, his teeth nipping at your ear as his hands move lower, over the curve of your hips, then between your thighs.

"why were you toying with me?"

"hm?"

"why were you toying with me?"

"hm?"

"why were you toying with me?" you say louder over the water

"hm?"

"…"

"I heard you the first time." his smile is so gorgeous.

"Caleb"

He’s hard against your ass as he slides his fingers over you, moving them into your wet warmth, finding that spot inside you that makes everything clench. He’s always so quick to find it.

"Are you feeling it, love?"

"feeling what?"

You moan, your hips arching back to meet him.

"I’m so thankful for you and the trust you give me to care for you"

You note how much he does feel incredibly good.

His mouth moves against your neck. His teeth nip at your skin as he slides his fingers tease you. He holds you in place because you’re his. You have always been his

"Salmon is an aphrodisiac isn’t it?" you breathe

He slides his digits in with ease, and it feels good, too good. It makes your toes curl, your heart thump.

"and pineapple and rose tea."

You pant, your fingers finding their way to his hair, tugging at the roots.

"Caleb please."

"I’ve hardly touched you."

He hums against your neck and you feel it trickle up your spine.

"Your need for control is infuriating."

"You don’t look upset," he murmurs, his touch leaving sparks in its wake. Your breath stutters, your body betraying you as you lean into him. He hums, pleased. "I would notice if you did. I know you very well."

His grip tightens at your waist, fingers pressing hard enough to leave the echo of his touch behind. His lips find the curve of your neck, hot against the chill of the air just outside of the water’s reach, his hold unrelenting. The press of his body is grounding, familiar. The need coils low and insistent, something inevitable, something that cannot be ignored.

"Let go for me, love," he murmurs against your skin, voice rough with need.

The words unravel you, and he feels it—the way you shudder, the way your head falls back against him. He leans in, his lips brushing your throat, his teeth finding the place that makes you weak. A sharp gasp escapes you as he bites down, a silent claim, a promise.

Before you can catch your breath, he turns you in his arms, hands firm as he pulls you flush against him. His lips crash into yours, the kiss deep and aching, all heat and hunger.

The cool tile meets your back as he presses closer, his touch deliberate, slow, knowing. He breathes your name against your lips, and you swear you’ve never felt anything like this— you might come undone with just his hands on you, with just the way he looks at you.

"Caleb," you whisper, and he answers without words, without hesitation.

He already knows. He always knows.

"Can I have you?"

"Please."

He pulls your leg up and wraps it around his back and slowly slides in. You lean your forehead against his chest and groan softly.

"You okay?"

"Mhm."

"Can I see your eyes?" His voice is gentle.

You glance up, and something in his expression shifts—softens, seeing something precious.

"You mean the world to me." He is so sure of his words.

"Only this world?"

"The universe, then."

"In just this time?"

"You mean the universe in all time, to me."

A small pause, a heartbeat between words.

"Well, I have to make sure."

"Geez" He picks up your other leg to wrap around his back making you gasp. "Would you be good for once?" He gives you a harsh slap to your ass. It makes your legs tighten around him and pulls him in deeper. You both groan.

He presses you against the wall as he slowly starts thrusting.

"Darling" he moans

You look down to where you both meet, when you look back up he catches your eyes. He has a smirk whispered on his face. You hide against his neck and feel the vibrations of his laugh.

"My sweet, naughty girl."

He picks up the pace.

"Caleb"

"I love hearing you say my name" He moans against your neck

He fucks you like you're his. Like he owns you. Like you're his to do whatever he wants with. His hand reaches down, his thumb finding your clit, rubbing it until you’re sobbing, until you’re begging.

"Please" Your hips involuntarily grind against him because your body was always his.

"You feel so good." He groans. "I didn’t think it was possible to be better than my dreams"

You moan, sob, plead as he drives into you. His fingers press against your clit. He knows how good it feels, and you clench down around him, your body shuddering as you come.

He makes everything go white. You forget who you are, forget where you are, forget everything but him being inside you. You shudder, clenching around him. His fingers don’t move from your clit. He keeps rubbing you until you’re a sobbing mess, your body limp in his arms. He fucks you through it, through all of it, with your legs are weak and your body is trembling.

"You’re so good to me, darling."

He groans, his body going taut, him pulsing inside you as he comes. It feels good, feels so fucking good as he spills inside you, still moving in and out like he doesn't want to stop. Wanting to stay forever.

His body slackens in the water. His arms tighten around you, afraid you'll slip away. You let him hold you, let him fuck you through the last of it. You let him do whatever he wants with you.

"I’m so thankful I get to love you." he kisses your forehead.

Steam curls around you both, soft, enveloping. The steady rhythm of the water drowns out everything beyond these walls, beyond this moment. It’s just the two of you—like the rest of existence has faded away, nothing else has ever mattered.

"I’m thankful to be loved by you." you lean against his heart, hearing it beating. Hear him alive and kicking. "you’re so good at it"

Caleb reaches over, twisting the knob until the water stills, leaving only the ghost of its presence in the quiet that follows. He slips out of you, pressing a slow, lingering kiss to your skin, his breath warm against your ear. "That probably didn’t count as a shower," he murmurs, amusement threading through the words.

You swallow, your eyes falling closed. You lean your head back against his shoulder. "I feel cleansed"

He presses a kiss to your temple before sliding his arms beneath you, lifting you effortlessly from the slick porcelain. You don’t protest, don’t even think to—you just let him carry you, the warmth of his skin against yours. He steps into the dim-lit bedroom, discarding the towels without a second thought before climbing in beside you, pulling you into his arms, where you belong.

You press in close, your head finding the curve of his shoulder, fitting as it was always meant to. His hands trail down your back, slow, deliberate, settling at your waist before sliding lower. He presses a kiss to your hair, breath warm against your skin, holding you there with no intention of letting go.

"Thank you for taking care of me"

"I’ll always take care of you."

"You don’t have to."

"No, I need to."

You nod against his shoulder. You don’t argue when his hands knead your ass, his finger rubbing at your clit.

You’re still sore from the shower, your skin pink and tender, and still sensitive. But you let him keep going, let him rub at your clit until you're whimpering against his shoulder.

"are you serious?"

"I just want to make sure you’ll sleep well."

His kisses are a specific kind of comfort, familiar and timeless.

"of course I will." you moan "I’m already so tired."

Your hips buck into him and he smiles against your lips.

"I’ll have to teach you how to be honest with yourself, sometime. Maybe tomorrow."

"I’m honest."

"mhm." He calls bluff. "Stop fighting it, love."

He holds you when you shudder, when you sob, when you clench around his fingers trying to get enough. He kisses your temple, your cheek, your mouth. You kiss him back, licking into his mouth with your tongue. His fingers keep moving, rubbing at your sensitive clit as he kisses you.

He slows down only when you push his hand away, rolling over onto your side. You snuggle up against him, feeling the warmth of his body, he is warm against your thigh. He kisses your forehead, his lips soft and warm. "Sleep," he says.

He pulls you in, a kiss pressed slow, deliberate, like something inevitable. Like gravity. Like fate. His hands linger, holding you as if he’s always had the right, as if you’ve always belonged here, in the space between his arms. And maybe you have. Maybe you always will.

[most-datable-datable-bracket]

ROUND 1 MATCH 61

Skye propaganda:

No Skye propaganda :(

Van propaganda:

No Van propaganda :(

[bokumono-bachelorette-bracket]

Round 2: DAN (MM) vs DOCTOR (MFoMT, DS Cute)

[aria0fgold]

The Universe is so cruel to me for the fact that Alolan Raichu is only available for a 3ds game I have no access to cuz I have no 3ds and the emulators for it that's been archived have never been able to run Sun and Moon smoothly even before it got discontinued.

[scarefox]

What’s it with japanese trash horror / thriller, gay pink pron movies and cutting Ds off 😅

If I had a $ for how many Ds I had to see being cut / bit off, I had 3 (so far).

[quantomeno]

Best theme: Lost Future

Best credits song: Iris (also wins 'saddest song')

Best puzzle music: Puzzle (Curious Village) (Honestly I don't actually know if I like this the most but it's nostalgic at least)

Best minigame music: The Toy Car

Best jazzy song: Puzzle Deductions

Best scary song: The Dark Forest

Most soothing: The Wind on Highyard Hill

Most atmospheric: Folsense

Best song tied to one specific location that I'd forget it exists if it wasn't so amazing: The Racetrack

Most iconic (and also most Laytonesque): Professor Layton's Theme

Also I just want to say I love the two casino songs: The Scorpion and The Gilded 7 Casino

And the Eternal Diva (the song from the opera) deserves some sort of award but I'm not sure what to call it. Most theatrical maybe.

Been thinking about it and just never posted, but hey Layton fandom: What's your guys' favorite ost? Can be from any spin-offs, just has to be related to Layton games. Oh and Eternal Diva counts too :)

Mine's probably the Miracle Mask main theme.

[spookykoolkat]

introducing...

🩸♰ 𝐣𝐨𝐥𝐢𝐞'𝐬 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐭𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟑 ♰🩸

hello! welcome to my very first kinktober EVER! i will be writing for various people during this season, and have a few already done! currently this list consists of writing for three people — jim hopper, joel miller, eddie munson.

♱ these shorts can run from 500 - 10K words so be aware! i will put the word count with every post :) ♱

♱ these may also be posted late, or twice in a day depending if i can't keep up with my schedule :p sorry in advance! ♱

all dates that say TBA are up for request for any person of your choosing *preferably ones i write for* ^^

send in your request with the date you want, and you can be as detailed or as vague as you want. remember!!!* all my writing is written for plus sized women! so if you're bothered by that then i am very sorry but never in my life have i seen an all plus sized kinktober! so i will be here to represent for my girls 🖤🩷 i don't use many descriptions other than describing the character as fat, so my writing is SPECIFICALLY for fat black and brown women, women of color, and fat women in general 🩷

most of these fics are centered around halloween time, or just the season of fall! very few are just regular spicy stories :p

reblogs, comments and likes are very appreciated 🖤

but without further ado, here we go!

【 oct 1. exhibitionism 】

▹ joel miller is a stranger who fucks you on a nude beach.

【 oct 2. facefucking/choking 】

▹ eddie munson is your toxic on and off 'boyfriend'.

【 oct 3. dumbification 】

▹ joel miller is your grumpy old neighbor.

【 oct 4. taped 】

▹ eddie munson likes to record you during sex.

【 oct 5. caught 】

▹ joel miller is your dad's coworker, and tommy miller is his brother.

【 oct 6. glory hole 】

▹ eddie munson goes to a brothel for the very first time.

【 oct 7. sex work 】

▹ jim hopper gets bored and finds a cam girl site.

【 oct 8. size kink 】

▹ eddie munson is your skinny, lanky boyfriend.

【 oct 9. cockwarming 】

▹ joel miller just loves to be buried inside of you 24/7.

【 oct 10. phone sex 】

▹ eddie munson can't help himself when he gets on the phone to talk to his best friend at night.

【 oct 11. breeding 】

▹ joel miller aches to see you swollen and round with his baby.

【 oct 12. somnophilia 】

▹ eddie munson uses you while you sleep in his bed.

【 oct 13. orgy 】

▹ joel miller gets an invite to a sex party, only to find you and keep you to himself.

【 oct 14. high sex 】

▹ eddie munson gets you high for the first time.

【 oct 15. mutual masturbation 】

▹ joel miller finds a loop hole in his efforts of not ruining you.

【 oct 16. sexting 】

▹ jim hopper spends a late night at the precinct when his phone starts buzzing away.

【 oct 17. objectification 】

▹ joel miller loves to turn you into his personal sex doll.

【 oct 18. switch 】

▹ eddie munson lets you, a stranger, dom him.

【 oct 19. praise kink 】

▹ eddie munson finds that his new girlfriend loves to be good for him.

【 oct 20. edging 】

▹ joel miller loves to make you work for it.

【 oct 21. corruption 】

▹ eddie munson has always been a bad influence for you.

【 oct 22. thigh riding 】

▹ joel miller like to watch you ride his thigh.

【 oct 23. virgin 】

▹ eddie munson takes your pretty little flower.

【 oct 24. dacrysphilia 】

▹ joel miller loves to make you cry while he's inside of you.

【 oct 25. titty fucking 】

▹ jim hopper loves your double Ds a little too much.

【 oct 26. stigmatophilia 】

▹ eddie munson can't help but get hard every time he looks at your pierced body.

【 oct 27. obsession 】

▹ joel miller refuses to lose you, no matter what it takes.

【 oct 28. anal 】

▹ jim hopper has an insatiable urge to stretch out both holes.

【 oct 29. quirofilia 】

▹ eddie munson's hands never fail to get you embarrassingly wet.

【 oct 30. touch starved 】

▹ joel miller hasn't met anyone as needy as you.

【 halloween: surprise 】

▹ i shake shit up and write something i've never written b4 lol

[thesimquarter]

Quick appreciation of the slightly cursed renders in the GBA manuals for the sims: bustin’ out & the urbz.

Anyways, did you know? The handbooks for the first two handheld Sims games has some unique descriptions for many of the characters!

These are the ‘Meet Your Neighbors’ pages of of The Sims: Bustin’ Out (GBA) and The Urbz: Sims in the City (GBA & DS) in the official game manuals.

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[page 1]

MEET YOUR SIMVALLEY NEIGHBORS For a small town, SimValley has a lot of colorful characters for your Sim to get acquainted with. This section gives you a peak at just a few of the people who populate your Sim’s new home town.

Dusty Hogg - This bad boy biker plays by his own rules. While rumors around town state that he still lives with his parents, we don’t recommend you tease him about that—or anything else.

Mad Willy Hurtzya - Mad Willy knows a thing or two about going 10 rounds. Quick to solve a problem by applying his fists, he's definitely more of a fighter than a lover

Eddie Renalin - Although some Sims say that Eddie used to be a skinny twerp of a kid, those allegations have never been proven. Though short on smarts, these days Eddie's the biggest and strongest guy around town.

Bucki Brock - Bucki is a straight shooter who was born and raised right in the Valley. This is one girl who knows a cow from a steer and that's no bull.

Daddy Bigbucks - Daddy is sure enough a big spender. Your Sim will want to keep on his god side a to ensure they're near the drainpipe should any of that wealth trickle down.

Det. Dan D. Mann - Detective Dan D. Mann is the police presence in SimValley. He prides himself on keeping the SimValley streets safe and boasts that jaywalking is down 25% since he took on the beat.

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O. Phil McClean - While O. Phil McClean isn’t the friendliest fisherman your Sim will ever meet, he does know the best spots for reeling in the biggest fish. If your Sim can get to know this crusty angler, he might tell them just what he’s using for bait.

Ephram Earl - This otherworldly neighbor is very familiar with things that go bump in the night. A bit on the loony side, this ghost can still give your Sim some of the worldly belongings that he no longer needs.

Misty Waters - Misty is responsible for keeping swimming Sims from expiring in the watery deep. She prides herself on staying fit, all the better to save lives and look good in her work uniform... a swimsuit.

Chet R. Chase - No hoity-toity, fancy French cooking for Chet R. Chase. A SimValley native, Chet serves up a tasty plate o' vittles that’s pure down home cooking.

Olde Salty - Olde Salty is the SimValley fish monger. He's a grumpy old sailor so ye'd best be wary of what ye say!

Nicki Knack - This SimValley old timer has made it her business to put her nose in everyone else's. A devoted collector of this and that, Nicki really might have a use for some of the items your Sim can't use.

Uncle Hayseed - Thanks to Uncle Hayseed’s generous invitation to come and spend the summer in SimValley, your Sim has a chance to enjoy the slower-paced life of country livin’ at its finest.

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Giuseppi Mezzoalto - Some Sims are suspicious of this Giuseppi and think that he sometimes uses his van for moving people's things—whether he hired or not, But when it's time to relocate, his big, roomy van does the trick for toting a Sim’s possessions across town.

In addition to this cast of characters, there are many more Sims around town who can become friends, roommates, or more!

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Darius - King of the Streeties, Darius has moves on the court and is a straight shooter when it comes to darts. He can usually be found at his hangout, Club Xizzle. Remember to stay away from his hotdogs.

Kris Thistle - Kris Thistle is King Tower's janitor. Outgoing, with a touch of attitude, she's more at home in her darkroom than behind a mop.

Daddy Bigbucks - Sim Valley's big spender moved to Miniopolis with plans to buy the entire city! Keep your eyes and ears open—this cat is definitely up to something.

Polly Nomial - Queen of the Nerdies and Associate Professor at the university, Polly is one smart cookie. If you're lucky, she might show you her vintage dictionary collection.

Roxanna Moxie - Flamboyant and fearless, Roxanna Moxie is the Carnival ringmaster and Queen of the Artsies. Fond of the bizarre, she counts the founding of the carnival's first freak show among her greatest achievements.

Luthor L Bigbucks III - Luthor is son and heir to Daddy Bigbucks' financial empire. A jetsetter and King of the Richies, Luthor walks the walk, but didn’t quite inherit his father’s evil streak.

[Page 5]

MEET YOUR NEIGHBORS The city is full of people for your Urb to get acquainted with. This section gives you the rundown on some of the people you'll meet.

Darius - King of the Streeties, Darius can usually be found at his hangout, Club Xizzle. Remember to stay away from his corndogs.

Kris Thistle - The King Tower janitor is outgoing, with a touch of attitude. Kris is more at home in her darkroom than behind a mop.

Daddy Bigbucks - Sim Valley's big spender moved to Miniopolis with plans to buy the entire city! Keep your eyes and ears open—he's definitely up to something.

Futo Maki - This construction worker oversaw the renovation of Splicer Island before it was shut down. Maybe you can put him back to work.

Sharona Faster - Sharona had plans to operate a water taxi to Splicer Island, until Daddy Bigbucks squashed her dream.

Jack I. Deal - This big man used to work for Daddy Bigbucks himself, but now he's got different ideas on how to earn his living.

Busta Cruz - This guy is a born entertainer. He keeps the Urbz amusement levels up.

Downloads to the full manuals can be found in this archive.

[transit-fag]

Previous Round

@neenernina The Time is 7:50 pm on a hot summer Tuesday

You're sitting in on the Valley Flyer on a Ticket to Northampton. The scenery outside the train is green and full of nature. Around you are 9 people of interest. A girl Loading her bike onto the train, a blue haired woman crocheting a sweater, a character of indeterminate gender reading a book, 2 young boys playing on their Nintendo DS, a ghost, a butch attempting to open her watercolor set, a man pointing a camera out the window and a little old lady muttering to herself. Beneath your seat lies a backpack, inside are 3 novels, a photo of John Lennon, Mineral Water and a laptop.

What do you do?

[dancurtisowesmemoney]

Dark Shadows' Hottest Character?

[callixpene]

L&DS Future Lifetime Series - PART 3: THE CHASE BEGINS

Note: We are back to the individual POVs of the Love Interests for Part 3😁

MASTERLIST - For PART 1(Completed), PART 2(Completed) & PART 3(Ongoing) of this series

L&DS Future Lifetime Series - PART 3: ZAYNE X OC - THE CHASE BEGINS

Zayne X OC.

Set in Future Timeline. All Love Interests have no memories of their past lives. All of the MCs(5 Sisters) all have memories of their past lives. Very persistent LIs. Avoidant MCs. Love at first sight. Soulmates.

Genre: Fluff, Some Angst, Slightly Suggestive

"Everything seems to be in order. Alright, it's time for the second group to take their break now."

Zayne told everyone at the clinic.

He split the emergency medical team into two groups. While one group was stationed at the clinic, looking after anyone who's had minor emergencies: allergies, headaches and stomaches; to major ones like the gentleman some medical staff were patching up right now after he got beat up in a nasty brawl at the nightclub upstairs - another group would stroll all over the area and enjoy the party whilst still keeping an eye on the general well being of the guests.

Zayne assigned himself to the second group. The first group had just completed their rounds for the first half of the party, so it was their group's turn now to let loose and stroll around.

But Zayne was not interested in mingling with guests, drinking at the nightclub or going out for a swim.

He was here for Jasmine.

She was the sole reason why he accepted Sylus' offer.

Nothing and no one else mattered to him right now.

As he made his way out of the clinic towards one of the private rooms to change his doctor's uniform to a classier outfit(he wanted to make himself more presentable to Jasmine when he found her), a medical staff rushed in. He was supporting a person who couldn't stand properly.

Zayne immediately stopped what he was doing as soon as he realized who it was being brought in.

It was Jasmine.

She was wearing a long-sleeved, ice-blue gown.

Her face was flushed. She looked like she was having trouble breathing and she needed support from the medical staff to walk. She was barely conscious.

"Be careful. This is Mr. Kingsley's daughter! We haven't identified yet what exactly is wrong with-"

"Give her to me, Now." Zayne practically demanded. He rushed towards them as quick as he could.

"Dr. Zayne, it's time for your break-"

Zayne ignored the medical staff and took Jasmine off his hands. Then, he carried her to one of the clinic's rooms and carefully laid her on the bed.

"I can take it from here, everyone. Don't come near, she's having trouble breathing. The less people there are, the better." To make certain he would not be disturbed, he shut the doors.

Zayne immediately prepared the oxygen concentrator, and carefully set the nasal cannula on Jasmine to help her breathe properly.

After a minute or two, Jasmine's entire stance relaxed and her breathing returned to normal. Her eyes were still closed. She was in a half-awake, half-asleep state.

Zayne finally let out a deep sigh of relief.

Thank goodness, she's stable now.

"That's Miss Jasmine Kingsley! I heard Dr. Zayne is her primary care physician!" He heard someone say aloud from outside the door.

"Oh is that so?" It was the medical staff that brought Jasmine in. "Then she's in great hands now. At least Dr. Zayne will know how to treat her!"

The voices got more and more muffled until it had gone completely silent outside. Seems they've left.

Zayne turned his attention to Jasmine.

He sat on the chair beside her. He took his handkerchief out and wiped the sweat on her forehead.

He needed to calm himself, to be able to take care of her properly.

He took one of her hands in his, and softly rubbed his thumb at the back of it.

"Jasmine...Jasmine it's me..." Zayne called out to her, while he gently tapped on the side of her face to see if she would regain full consciousness.

Slowly, Jasmine's eyes opened. She turned her head to the side to see who had been calling out to her.

"Dr. Zayne?" Zayne's heart clenched. She sounded so weak. His grip on her hand tightened instinctively. "Am...I at the hospital?"

Zayne caressed her cheek with his free hand. "No, darling. You're still at the island resort. You're in the clinic. Tell me, what happened to you?"

Jasmine's gaze shifted downwards, as if she were ashamed. "I'm so sorry Dr. Zayne. I got so busy, preparing for this entire event. I didn't rest at all like I promised you, and I also forgot to take the meds you gave me at our check up..." She looked like she was preparing herself to be heavily reprimanded.

But Zayne only continued to gently caress her face.

He took a deep breath. "Jasmine...no matter now busy you are, you need to remember to take care of yourself."

Then, Zayne suddenly recalled: Dr. Greyson, Yvonne and all the others at Akso Hospital who cared for him, they all had been telling him to do this exact same thing for years.

Now, seeing Jasmine lying here, weak and unwell at this clinic bed, he realized the depth of their worry and concern for him.

No one wants to see someone they care for, in pain.

Especially the person they loved the most.

Zayne pledged at that very moment to heed his own advice and to take better care of himself from now on.

Because if couldn't even take care of himself properly, how would Mr. Kingsley continue trust him to take care of Jasmine? How could he even trust himself to take care of Jasmine?

Zayne took her hand a kissed the back of it. Jasmine's face reddened ever so slightly.

Zayne smiled. Good. At least color was returning to her face.

Then, he stood up and took some medicine out of a drawer. He handed them to Jasmine, along with a bottle of water.

"Here, take these."

Several minutes after she had taken the medicine, she told Zayne she would be fine without the nasal cannula, and Zayne carefully removed it.

"I'm really sorry Dr. Zayne." She started. She looked so much better now. "I promise to take my medicine on time from now on. And I'm not going to overwork myself, especially if I don't need to."

Zayne chuckled and patted her head. "Well, that makes the both of us then."

"I'm surprised. I didn't know you were part of our emergency medical team. Your name was not on the list when I approved it last week."

"It was a last minute thing." Zayne replied. Sylus offered his and Rafayel's services to the planners just two days before the event. None of the sisters' could've found out, even if they were in charge of overseeing this party. There had been no time to pitch it to them for their approval.

"Well, I don't want to bother you too much. I feel better now. I'll just go back to my hotel room and rest for the night." Jasmine stood up, but her legs were still slightly wobbly.

Without hesitation, Zayne carried her.

Jasmine squealed and instinctively grabbed onto his neck for support.

"I'm not letting a patient with wobbly legs walk a long distance by herself. NO." Zayne immediately stopped her when he detected she was about to object. "Doctor's orders."

Jasmine went silent. After a while, she simply said: "Third floor, Room 114. My fingerprint is the key."

Zayne smiled in response.

"Good girl." He said as he made his way out of the clinic.

Luckily, there was not a single person outside the room. Looks like they all left to enjoy the party now that Zayne wasn't there to watch them.

He would have to reprimand them all later, though.

*****

Jasmine's room was as lovely as her.

The room was painted with the same shade of light blue as the gown she wore.

All the furniture was either white, or a slightly darker shade of blue.

She was lying on her bed, looking rather shy. Zayne sat on the couch, that was conveniently positioned by the bedside. He heavily insisted that he stay here to watch her for an hour or two to make sure she was really alright.

"Dr. Zayne." Jasmine started. Zayne glanced at her.

"Do...do you have an Evol?"

Zayne was a bit confused why she suddenly asked this question. Nonetheless, he answered. "Yes, I do."

To show her, he took her hand and placed his own right above it. A cool breeze enveloped the top of her palm. When he removed his hand, it revealed a small seal made of white snow.

Jasmine gasped.

Zayne smiled at her, he found her expression just now so irresistably adorable. "It will never melt. You can display it in your room if you want."

He hoped she would.

Along with the many other frozen trinkets he would continue to give her from this day forward.

Jasmine gulped. "When you use your Evol...does it hurt you in anyway?"

Zayne shook his head. "I heard that happens to some people. But not to me. I've never encountered any sort of problem with my Evol."

Then, without warning, tears fell from Jasmine's face. But as they did, there was also a genuine, joyful smile on her face. "I'm so, so very happy to hear that."

Zayne was suddenly concerned. "Why are you-"

"Kiss me."

Zayne blinked. Did he hear that right?

She repeated herself. "Kiss me, Dr. Zayne. If you don't want to, then you can leave this room right no-"

Her words were abruptly cut when Zayne caught her lips in his.

It was so much better than what he had imagined.

Her lips were so incredibly soft. His heart threatened to beat out of its chest. His breathing was hitched.

Hitched breathing...

Zayne stopped, then carefully pulled Jasmine away from himself before he could do something much worse. "You've just suffered severe shortness of breath earlier, I can't-Ah."

This time, Zayne's words were cut as Jasmine peppered kisses all over his jawline. They trailed down to his neck, until she reached his Adam's apple and focused heavily there.

Zayne moaned. He was beginning to see stars. His mind was going blank. He mustered all the resolve he could and spoke: "Jasmine, behave..."

Jasmine giggled and halted her playful ministrations.

Zayne's face was as red as a tomato.

"Why...the request all of a sudden?" He asked her, unable to face her out of sheer embarrassment for losing his control earlier.

"You like me, don't you Dr. Zayne?"

Zayne faced her immediately. Jasmine looked at him expectantly.

He gulped. With what just happened between them, he thought there was no point in hiding it anymore. He took a deep breath, then, he made his confession.

"I love you, Jasmine. I loved you, from the first time I saw you."

Zayne paused. To wait for her reaction.

Would she even believe that this was already the extent of what he felt? Love was an intense word. They've only just met so very recently, after all.

Jasmine looked surprised for a bit, but then, a bright smile took over her features. Suddenly, she leaned forward and embraced him.

Zayne caught her and returned her embrace. She buried her face in his chest.

"Thank you, Dr. Zayne..."

"Does this mean..."

"Yes, I accept you. We belong together now. Only if that's what you want..."

Zayne quickly pressed his lips to hers again. When he lifted his face, he looked absolutely exhilarated.

"Yes. God, yes. This is what I want."

He embraced her so tightly he fell atop her on her bed. Jasmine playfully traced his chin with her fingers, Zayne lovingly leaned into her touch.

"There was no need for you to chase me. Knowing what I know now." She paused. "We're free to do whatever we want now..." She said slowly, as if realizing something.

"Jasmine?...." Zayne was in a daze. Somehow, he ended up lying his head on her lap as she sat on her bed.

He could no longer process what she was saying. He was blinded and completely taken over by the pure euphoric realization that he had successfully made Jasmine his.

"I need to speak with my sisters..."

"Whatever for?" He asked, as he devotedly kissed the back of her hand.

"None of them have to suffer anymore. We've been so....foolish." She smiled and looked at him, intently. "Help me with this, Zayne? I'll need your help to convince them."

I'll do whatever you want, Darling.

Ask me anything at all.

PART 3 HAS BEEN COMPLETED🙏

ANNOUNCEMENT: THERE WILL BE A HIATUS BEFORE PART 4 COMES OUT😔

But it will be released, mark my words!

Thank you so much to everyone who has kept reading this series up to this point🥹

Please tell me your thoughts in the comments what you think about this series so far💜🩵🩷🧡❤️

[chrystallink]

OH HI IT'S THE HORRIBLE GLITCH MAN

Please vote based on the picture AND the description!

DeathScreen [System Collapse @chrystallink]

DeathScreen (formerly known as Oz) is an absolute troll who takes delight in messing with people and spooking them. Not only can he reprogram or corrupt any device within seconds, he can jump directly into cyberspace and pull people in with him. Once there, he has total control of the cyberscape, and often puts being through various simulations for his own amusement. Combine all that, and he quickly becomes a real menace in the cyberpunk atmosphere of the Hub.

Derik [Songs of the Fallen @ethanjhake]

A veteran soldier from the Children’s War, Derik worked his way up to the rank of Captain of the Royal Guard, and he has no intention of stepping down anytime soon.

[bokumono-bachelorette-bracket]

Round 2: LEIA (DS) vs IRIS (SoS)

[laverrepalette]

looking at the switch 2 ui. filled with dread its same-y, but i do wanna make a post about the changes cuz there are some!

first off, the icons are more rounded. i LOVE this change, almost makes them feel like wii channels if i lie to myself

theres a bar with the lower little icons which is nice looking! also, selected icons now have a blue / purple / pink ring around them!

but also.. the news icon is gone???

from the switch 1 ui. the little news where u could read about recent nintendo updates. it was slow at actually updating. maybe its been replaced by nintendo today (WHICH I MUCH PREFER) but if thats the case i hope they put nintendo today on the switch 2

the brand new icons.. are intriguing to me

the eshop is now red instead of orange

to the left and right of the joycon, we have the new digital game card feature + what ive seen people say is the game share feature like ds download play

but finally... between the chat and eshop buttons, theres a green paper icon

this is so intriguing to me because my mind immediately jumps to just

COULD U IMAGINE IF WE GOT TO SEE NIKKI AGAIN ID LITERALLY CRY PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE (and give us nintendo badge arcade 2 while ur at it!!!!)

realistically i think at best itll just be a notes feature for writing notes about a game, but still!! huh

but the fact the news icon is gone has me curious if thisll be some sorta replacement?

whatever it is, its New and nintendo hasnt told us about it yet so i am really really really curious and hope nintendo today tells us soon

[conceptofjoy]

lil seb and davesprite is the funniest fucking duo ever

seb watching "chicken feather removing" because the visuals are stimulating and ds taking it as a threat "oh thats...so cool lil bud.."

is it because lil seb is like an autistic kid that ate a battery or does he want to kill you? the world will nevrr know..

imagine growing up with bro being your guardian (ROUGH) and like 6 years later you end up living with a genetic identical kid who keeps getting himself in trouble and you keep having to get him out of these looney tunes ass scenarios. he would watch the video because its 1. cool, 2. information he could use for hunting and consuming animals, and 3. tangentially related to one of the people he likes most. this DOES NOT SOOTH DOVE WHATSOEVER.

they go to the park and he disappears freaking dove tf out but shows up dragging a dead racoon behind him to share with dove for a meal or if she wants to stuff it in a jar. doves all-

i swear to god we can get you a hunting license but you cannot be rounding up wild animals like they're the 101 dalmatians with your bare hands. we can never come back to this park anymore oh my god.

trying to deal with this herself because everyone else can handle sebastian. but he honestly cranks it up a few notches when they're together to try and impress her.