#henry puffer

[sheepiling]

Music Class! 

Henry Puffer can’t play violin to save his life 🤣 

[aashwarr]

a little pumpkin is on the way! jordyn & matthew host a baby shower for spooky day! 🎃 click more for your invitation!

[neishroom]

the kiddos :]

[wholetinallthesebats]

so who's gonna make a Dusk Glow themed cc pack for simberleen?

[sanguinesimming]

Aliyah as Henry Puffer and Yeri as the STUNNING sims icon Juno Birch for Spooky Day, YES thats happening! 🛸🪄🎃

cc credits: @mlyssimblr's Pufferhead cc pack, @niymue for the Juno glasses, and @sentate for yeri's dress 🧡 pose by @acha-sims 💕

[ice-creamforbreakfast]

Morgyn Ember isn't magical or special. Their estranged mother, Judith Ward used her power to get them a non-speaking part in Henry Puffer back in the day and they built their entire personality around it, even though their part was cut.

[bunnithechubs]

the henry puffer to STEM pipeline is real

[squeezesublime]

these singles are getting ready to mingle 🥂 - inspired by @simkoos's post here

Sterling Hunter, 26 - an aspiring artist who yearns for his big break and hopefully a new muse after his last fling ditched him for someone more "established"

Aziah Collingwood, 24 - the definition of "here for a good time, not a long time" and probably used in the Oxford dictionary as an example of "hot mess"

Freddie Moreno, 25 - an oddball surfer boy who for the first time in his life is focusing on something that doesn't consist of waxing his surfboard

Hilary Chisholm, 26 - model and burgeoning social media star who was just featured on the famous 30 Under 30 along with the likes of Penny Pizazz and Vanessa Jeong

Van Shun, 32 - a high school English teacher who, after spending so much time in the classroom, is ready to spend his time with people his own age

Perlah Galang, 22 - a former uni student who dropped out of school during the second-to-last semester because a Social Bunny video "told her to"

Riyaan Uday, 29 - a bright-eyed graduate student who is looking for that special guy to invite to brunch and mimosas with the rest of his friends (which happens to include two of his exes)

Blake Doel-Smith, 25 - mainly has joined the apps to look for new song recommendations, any other intrigue just happens to be a plus

Denver Culley, 25 - a shy medical student who is forcing himself out of his comfort zone (and hopefully a distraction from all the stress from school)

Raquel Golden, 30 - a self-made entrepreneur on Plopsy who is not looking to settle for just anyone, but someone who can elevate her business and put her on the map

Ricardo Salazar, 29 - if Blarfy was a Sim, it'd probably be him; big and loveable but always seemingly has a glossed-over look in his eyes...

Latavia Warner, 22 - a video game streamer who is looking for a Sim who matches her love for Void Critters and Henry Puffer as much as she does

[brodygold]

The Snowman Contest

The snow fell thick and steady over the Golden Army’s training grounds, blanketing the pitch and the surrounding hills in soft white. Brody and Scott stood together, surveying the pristine winter wonderland with matching grins. Both wore their team-issued white shirts under shiny gold puffer jackets that gleamed in the cold sunlight. The crisp air carried the sound of distant laughter as some of the team began arriving.

“I told you this would be a great idea,” Brody said, nudging Scott with his elbow.

Scott, the British lad with his ever-charming smirk, nodded. “Aye, bro. It’s about time we did somethin’ besides kickin’ a ball around. The lads could use a bit of fun.”

The two had planned this winter party for weeks, deciding that the Golden Army deserved a break from their intense training. They’d made sure everyone had the golden jackets to keep warm and insisted on matching white shirts beneath them for a cohesive look. After all, they were the Golden Army—style mattered.

One by one, the team arrived. Richard, the captain, strode up in his gold puffer jacket, looking regal as always. Ambrose and Ross were next, arm in arm, debating strategy even during their day off. Jacob and Roman showed up, each carrying thermoses of hot chocolate to share. Caleb and Bruce had matching scarves wrapped around their necks, and Henry brought a speaker blasting upbeat tunes.

“Right, bros!” Brody called, clapping his hands together. “We’re gonna have a proper snowman-building contest. Teams of three. Scott and I will judge—winner gets braggin’ rights and first dibs on the drinks!”

The players split into groups with competitive energy crackling in the air.

Richard, Henry, and Caleb aimed for precision, carefully crafting a towering snowman with perfectly round layers. Richard, ever the leader, barked instructions while Henry and Caleb rolled snow under his watchful eye.

Joey, Ambrose, and Roman went for humor, sculpting their snowman with exaggerated features and adding a scarf made of twigs. Ambrose kept cracking jokes while Joey attempted to make their snowman stand upright.

Ross, Jacob, and Bruce leaned into creativity. Ross insisted their snowman should have “character,” so they gave it horns made of icicles and a mischievous grin.

As the competition heated up, so did the antics. Snowballs flew left and right. Brody narrowly avoided getting hit by one of Roman’s fast throws, only to retaliate with a perfectly aimed shot at Caleb. The music from Henry’s speaker set a festive mood, mixing laughter with the crunch of boots on snow.

“Watch out!” Scott yelled, diving to shield a hot chocolate thermos from being knocked over in the fray.

After an hour, the groups presented their snowmen. Richard’s team unveiled a snowman so precise it looked like a marble statue. Joey’s team had a comically lopsided creation that everyone instantly loved for its personality. Ross’s team introduced their “snow-beast,” complete with icicle fangs.

Scott and Brody pretended to deliberate seriously, pacing between the creations. Finally, Scott raised his hands to announce the winner. “The award goes to… Joey’s team! For the most ridiculous yet endearing snowman!”

Cheers erupted, and Joey’s team celebrated by flinging more snowballs.

As the sun dipped lower, casting golden hues over the snow, the team gathered around a fire pit. They sipped hot chocolate and toasted marshmallows, the snowmen standing as silent guardians of their fun.

“Best idea ever,” Richard admitted, clapping Brody on the back.

Brody grinned, his cheeks flushed from the cold and laughter. “We’re the Golden Army, Cap. We always know how to make somethin’ shine—even in winter.”

The team laughed in agreement, basking in the warmth of their camaraderie. For that day, just like every other day in the Golden Army, they weren’t just a soccer team—they were a family.

[judasofsuburbia]

"Will? His name's Will right?"

"That's what Henry said."

"Uh, Will? C'mon kid, wake up."

Will's eyes open slowly and fuck, he's back. He's in the Upside Down. There are two figures standing in front of him, menacing in their shadows. He doesn't even let the light of the repeating red lightning reveal them to him. He screams, immediately wraps his limbs around himself, hides his face, and rocks back and forth.

"This can't be happening, this can't be happening, this can't be happening," Will chants, muffled by his legs.

"Hey...it's okay, kid," A man's voice says.

"You're gonna be alright," A woman's voice says.

He's never heard their voices before. They're not the warped, dark voices that he heard when El was projecting in the Surfer's Boy Pizza freezer. But he doesn't want to look. He can't. Because then it's all real.

"God, he looks just like the sheep," The man's voice says.

"Sheep?" The woman's voice says.

"What I called the Hellfire freshies."

"Oh," The woman giggles. "Cute."

The man laughs. "I think so. And I'm like their shepard, you know?"

Hellfire? No, don't raise your head, Will. Vecna knows everything about you, he'll pull from whatever he can to get you to look. You're going to lift your head and the shadows are going insert themselves into your body and suck the life out of you. You'll be another puppet in his game.

A clawed hand touches his arm and Will gasps, lifting his head and continuing to scream. "Don't touch me!"

"Shit, sorry," The man says.

Will's curiosity gets the better of him. He looks.

The man, creature (?), is dressed in a black bandana, a shirt with D&D symbols on it, jeans, a green puffer vest, and a leather jacket. He has long, brown curly hair and all black eyes. The man smiles at him and all Will sees is fangs. Will screams again, hiding and cowering further.

"You're scaring him," The woman chides.

"Oh, like a blind cheerleader is going to be more comforting?"

"Hey! Henry said the eyes will look normal soon," The woman whines.

"Right, like mine?" The man laughs darkly.

"Will?" The woman tries. "I'm...I'm Chrissy Cunningham. I'm a cheerleader at Hawkins High--"

The man laughs and Will hears her smack him. Chrissy...

Chrissy...why is that name familiar?

"I was a cheerleader. Eddie, here, also went to Hawkins High. We know your friends. Well, Eddie knows them better than me."

Eddie...his friends' Eddie? Hellfire. That's the club they joined. This is their DM. Chrissy is the cheerleader who died.

Will is shaking and trembling as his head lifts again. He gets a good look at the woman now. She is in a cheerleader uniform, her body bruised and a little crooked. Strawberry blonde hair tied up in a high ponytail. Her eyes are just pale orbs like someone wiped away her pupils and irises away. She smiles at him and it sends a chill down his spine. They're both...almost human. Uncanny valley type. Definitely puppets of Vecna.

"W-what do you want with me?" Will's voice shakes. Tears stream down his face and he wishes he were braver. He wishes he could stand and scream "Go away!" He wishes he were back up top.

"We're not gonna hurt you," Eddie says. He crouches down to Will's level and Will scoots back but is met with a wall of slimey vines. He winces and hurriedly wipes the muck onto his clothes. Eddie takes the bandana off his head and hands it to him. Will takes it hesitantly. Eddie and Chrissy both light up at him accepting it so Will defiantly throws the bandana to the ground.

"We've been waiting for you, Will," Chrissy says, crouching next to Eddie. "We've all been waiting for you."

"Waiting for me?" Will whispers.

Eddie smiles again, long fangs glistening in the limited light. "You're gonna save us, Will. You're gonna save us all."

[404badwolf]

“Louis likes to “drift away”. For a few minutes, it is as if we are surrounded by German girls in puffer jackets with oil-slicked hair smelling of pungent perfume, then back to our Zoom screen; to the warm dusty belly of Louis’ cat, back to our Zoom screen. Some days, an outfit - wide-legged and effortlessly cool - makes him feel like a band member. He talks about music like the melody really did carry him somewhere then placed him back, softly. No matter how far he may drift, he doesn’t seem to think he could ever lose his own character. He just adds to it, like layering more cream onto his already rich personality (even if he jokes that he needs the plants and frames behind him to create one for him).”

Link on full interview:

[flatbstanley]

Monday, 10:05 am - Chambers of Judge Shirley F. Turner

Judge Turner: I'm going to ask you some questions about your mom and dad. There are no right or wrong answers, as long as you're honest with me. Okay?

Judge Turner: Tell me about getting ready for school in the morning. What's your favorite food to eat for breakfast?

Zelie: Waffles! With strawberries and also a lot of syrup. Do you like waffles?

Judge Turner: I do! So who makes the waffles when you have those for breakfast?

Zelie: My mom. She makes all our food. And she helps us get dressed and makes sure our homework is in our backpacks and stuff.

Judge Turner: And what about after school? Are you involved in any extracurricular activities?

Gia: I play the violin for the school orchestra. And I'm in our church's youth group, and a junior member of the Ladies' Altar Guild.

Judge Turner: Who drives you to youth group or violin lessons?

Gia: One of our family friends, usually. Sometimes my mom. But don't think I'm saying my dad is lazy, because he's not. He has to work on his podcast. Now that he's not an engineer anymore, he has even more time to do that.

Judge Turner: What's something you like to do with your mom?

Ambrose: I like it when we read together! She reads to me and Zelie and sometimes Max every night, and we all take turns picking the book.

Judge Turner: What are your favorite books?

Ambrose: Well...the Henry Puffer books. My dad says we shouldn't read them because they have witchcraft, but mom says it's okay as long as we know they're just pretend.

Judge Turner: What's something you like to do with your dad?

Max: Uhhh....I guess fishing. But we don't get to do it much. Dad spends most of his time hanging out at church or working on his podcast. When he goes fishing, he says he doesn't want us around.

Judge Turner: One last question. Imagine if I told you that you were going to live with just your dad. How do you think your mom would feel about that?

Zelie: She would be really, really sad. And I would too.

Ambrose: She would be sad, and maybe kind of scared.

Max: I think she would be really mad at you.

Gia: She would be upset, because she wants us all for herself. My dad's just trying to do his job as a father, and he doesn't like it when people won't let him.

[littleredridingsim]

Simblreen Treat 2023! Sims 4 cc finds for fantasy players who are growing their occult families ...

A: "MySims" Wizard Clutter (on Base game Bookshelf & Poster)

B: Frida Poster & Basegame wall paint

C: Sixam Owl Plushie on Basegame Couch Seat

D: Cage on Base Game flooring & Throw carpets

E:"Little Red Riding Hood" Decals

F: Bedframe and Camping bed from "Little Camper's Kit"

G: Base game "Henry Puffer" Poster

H: Magical "Chemistry" sets (Potions)

Room download: Download the trayfiles (just the base, not the cc files, but will place correctly if you download the cc FIRST). Trayfiles are placed directly into your trayfolder (not 1 folder deep as with mods).

Join me for more trick or treating fun on Simblreen Weekend 1!

@simblreenofficial @cctreasuretrove @public-ccfinds

[knitpurlgoal]

I have been laid out by work and a migraine but I’m currently vacuuming up all the dad’s trip stuff I can find. A few thots

Mario and his hot cousin need to do a wet t shirt contest. For science

Henry’s dad is EXACTLY what I was imagining. Light weight Patagonia puffer for the plane? Of course. Bet he had a L L Bean quarter zip with him too

Very sad that we didn’t see papa fabbe so I don’t know if he is also very big and very pink, but inviting your billet dad is too much I need to lay down this is the cutest shit

Hi fimpen!!!! Using his bald head to scry ekkys bald future. It’s beautiful

You know who would NOT be invited to the wet t shirt contest on account of his normal naturals (unfair advantage. X2!)

[smile-files]

we went thrift shopping today! i got these two treasures: a green corduroy puffer vest, and a leathery tan newsboy cap (both fluffy on the inside)! these were particularly exciting finds, as one reminds me of will byers and the other reminds me of luke triton :)

oh yeah, and here's a photo of basil! he's not a new treasure - i got him at the train station last time i visited these family friends - but here he is anyway. i brought him on the trip cuz he reminds me of henry ledore <3

[kroashent]

What is the most ridiculously uselessly ornamented weapon/armor you have seen?

I'm actually going to give a bit of an out-of-universe answer for this one, because some historical armors are too crazy not to share! A few of my favourites:

In European ts important to distinguish "combat armor", which tended to be simple and to the point with "parade armor", which is not. Tournament armor, specialized for Hastilude events like jousting, was somewhere in the middle, with special reinforced areas. Here's a good example of how ridiculous it gets, with the 16th C. armor of King Henri II of France:

Spree killer King Erik XIV of Sweden shows that its not just Henri

Personally, I am fond of the masterwork "Greenwich Armor". In addition to its insane level of detail, its also blue. In a process called "Bluing" the steel is precisely oxidized to "dye" the armor a certain colour! So next time someone calls out your OC for heaving bright blue or red armor, these actually have some striking historical precedent!

I think the all-time winners though, are Iranian chain mail shirts. They often had intricate religious lettering on the rings, seen here using different metals...

While this one EVERY LINK is inscribed with a name of Allah or a short prayer!

And of course, no tour of insanely elaborate armor would be complete without checking in on our good friend and historical maniac Henry VIII of England, with his deranged "knight"mare fueled "Horned Helmet".

The historical armors of the world are pretty crazy, and the above are just a small selection of European and Near-Eastern varieties, not even touching on some of the equally insane armors from elsewhere, from the Japanese Kabuto (Ridiculously detailed and odd samurai helmets) to Chinese Paper Armor (Looks like a cosplay made out of post-it notes and office supplies) and the gorram amazing Kiribati Puffer Fish Armor, which looks like something out of a Flash Gordon comic. It is amazing and I wish more people would use it in their designs!

So, a little bit of a cop-out for not providing an Alvez specific answer, but unusual armor is a fascinating topic that far outshines anything I could come up with.