#entry screen

[plumbaleena]

Tarot Card Themed Entry Screens

If you're like me and have a zillion gb's of cc, and your Sim's screen is stuck on the entrance screen for what feels like 100 years, why not make it pretty to look at? Well, now you can! Introducing my Entry Screens! Simply use ONE screen at a time to replace the ugly blue default one with one of these of your choice.

English only

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Free for all 12.20

[slyandthefamilybook]

tumblr glitched out somehow but idc because this is way better than the original poll

[gramenviride]

Front Door Mudroom in Seattle Inspiration for a mid-sized 1960s medium tone wood floor and brown floor entryway remodel with a blue front door

[paintedcrows]

Love this guy. The Gucket...

Also I was messing around with the colours and I kind of love these.

[selenevassos]

my first ever sonics.... and some of my new sonics...

[kbsd]

webgott // "what is this feeling?" from wicked

there's a strange exhilaration in such total detestation

[ghostlysoaps]

Emergency First Aid

He finds Ghost in the bathroom, needle and thread in crimson-stained hands. 

White porcelain muddled with grime and blood, smeared across the cubicle glass. A bottle of something see-through sitting on the lip of the tub – the label near illegible by the fingerprints wrapped around it. Every detail pointing towards it being a scene from some B-list horror flick. Except it can't be. Because Johnny’s nails dig into the palms of his hands and pain has no presence in dreams.

Ghost's skin is almost as pale as the cradle he sits in. Johnny can see the stark blue of his veins through the fragile skin of his wrists. A far more flattering colour on him than red, it's why he pretends he doesn’t know where his favourite henley ended up.

"Get out of my fucking room, Soap."

Johnny nods and then proceeds further into the room, careful to avoid the droplets of blood staining the tiles in a fucked-up breadcrumb trail.

Ghost levels him with an unamused glare, a non-verbal "go away," ringing louder than if he'd said it outright. 

He ignores that too.

The stitching is neither crude nor neat when he leans in for a closer look. Serviceable. Bound to scar. It might have regardless, medical ain't miracle workers, but it might, might have left a thinner mark.

"Soap?"

Ghost's eyes are brown as jasper, doe-wide, extruding exhaustion and warmth – in spite of how much effort he puts into burying that bleeding heart of his. They track Johnny’s progress warily. Glides over him when he wraps his own fingers around the bottle, fingers a good half-inch shorter than the red stains already there. Johnny knows all this despite not looking. Because they've been here before. Too often for his liking. 

He sets about cleaning the tacky trails of blood from Ghost’s skin. 

"Johnny?"

Why are his hands shaking? They're not supposed to do that he doesn't think.

"It's just a scratch, I've had worse."

His tongue unsticks from where it lies dead and heavy in his mouth. "I fuckin' know. 'M not blind."

Warm, calloused hands envelop his own. They stop him from digging deeper welts into his own skin. Massages gently until Johnny, against his will, unclenches and unfolds like a flowering bloom at the first hint of sunlight.

"This won't be what kills me–"

"Haud yer wheesht! Whit this shoddy excuse fer sutures anything's–"

"–because I've no intention of leaving you yet," Ghost– Simon continues, as if Johnny hadn't interrupted him at all. "I've clawed myself back from the edge of hell more times than I care to count." He knocks their heads together, one hand moving to thread fingers though Johnny’s hair. "It's much easier now that I have something to come back to."

Johnny takes a moment to process and sift through the wreckage those words leave behind.

"Take yer damn mask off an' say tha' to my face," he growls.

And Simon doesn't hesitate for a second. He peels the mask off, his second skin, as if it's easier than breathing. As if Johnny’s words were the decree of a higher power he's helpless to obey. Scarred skin and chapped lips and dark circles blending into greasepaint greets him – a sight no longer unfamiliar, but a privilege to behold nonetheless. 

"I-" is as far as Simon comes before Johnny is surging forward to take his bottom lip between his teeth. He kisses him like something feral and starved. As if he could crawl into Simon's mouth if he tried hard enough. Push through muscle, bone and sinew to make space for himself in the hollow of his ribcage.

He doesn't like the anger with which he devours him – the ever-present companion snarling in his chest – but he needs him to understand. Thinks that if he tries hard enough Simon might taste the words lodged firmly behind his molars. I can't stand to lose you. It scares me to the point of losing my breath. I love you. I love you. I love you. 

For all his rage, for all the fiery passion with which he lashes out, in the end it all stems from fear.

"Could've at least gone to medical, ye absolute weapon," he bites out, one hand stressing over the skin right beneath Simon's wound.

"Couldn't stand the thought of anyone touching me," Simon murmurs, catching Johnny’s wrist the moment he goes to pull away as if burnt. "'S better now. I'd have told you to fuck off proper if I didn't–" he cuts himself off, the tips of his ears going pink.

Johnny fills in the blanks, eyes falling shut for the fraction of a second.

"Dinnae deep down wan' me to be here."

Simon shrugs.

Johnny exhales, leans forward and rests his forehead to Simon's shoulder, kisses him sweetly right after.

"Let me help you."

"Please." 

He's glad to be looking at Simon now because Simon, whenever Ghost has fled his visage, is an open book. And the way he's looking at Johnny? It's as if he'd taken every soft, sweet thing Johnny feels for him and is reflecting it right back.

With another steadying breath, Johnny gets to work. Gauze and adhesive tape, as quick as he dares so as to not prolong the pain. And when he's done he brushes his lips over the white bandaging, looking up through his lashes when the simple gesture of affection causes Simon's breath to hitch. Keeps to his knees despite the ache in them.

"You come to me next time," Johnny says, a plea more so than the demand he'd hoped for.

Simon reaches for him, cups his stubbled cheek in hand, thumb rubbing in broad strokes across a near imperceptible scar there – his next words ringing with the gravity of church bells and promises spoken within. 

"Alright, Johnny."

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Prompts via @whumperless-whump-event and @seth-whumps

[charcarts]

haha, so there's this Pokemon TCG art contest 😳😳👉👈...

Please check out the other round 1 guys here!

[disposal-blueeee]

VARGASTOBER - day 1 : memories

[meamiki]

[reverse entry AU]

so glad the work week is over!

no more meetings!

what do you mean its only tuesday.

[remash]

reciprocal house ~ gianni botsford architects | photo credit: schnepp renou

[plumbaleena]

Holographic Entry Screens by Plumbaleena

If you're like me and have a zillion gb's of cc, and your Sim's screen is stuck on the entrance screen for what feels like 100 years, why not make it pretty to look at? Well, now you can! Introducing my Entry Screens! Simply use ONE screen at a time to replace the ugly blue default one with one of these of your choice.

 ❥ Siren

❥ Seaglass

❥ Prism

❥ Nebula

❥ ❥ I personally use Siren

❥ ❥ ❥ ❥ ❥ ❥

Do not reupload, edit and claim as your own [you know who you are]

xx enjoy

Out now for Tier 2 + 3 Patrons and Twitch subs //

❥ ❥ Public 11.20

[jorenilee]

doodles of poke type specialist josukes inspired from hatsune miku herself

[kuijoon]

haha wow art that totally didn’t take 6 hours hahahaha

[cult-of-the-eye]

Ok so I think the reason why I'm finding tmagp creepier than tma is the fact that I can so easily imagine someone going insane over terrible IT

[kiiborei]

I watched the boy and the heron and was immediately possessed by the urge to make these ! Its been a while since I've busted out the polymer clay so these are my rough little prototypes (and just sealed with mod podge since my gloss glaze has long since dried out rip) hoping to make more in the new year to sell at some local conventions!