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I decided to innovate a bit and write something different than usual for Day 2. I've been completely taken by The Wild Robot lately, so here's a small story about Fink and Brightbill.
As always, prompts are here if you want to have a look! I will also be creating a collection on ao3 as soon as possible for everyone to use if they want. :)
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âCan we go say hi to Paddler?â
Finkâs day was ruined. Ruined. Heâd intended to go hunt for some tasty eggs away from prying impressionable eyes and nagging robotic voices, but heâd just been relegated to babysitting duties. For 4 hours. FOUR HOURS. This was the ridiculous amount of time Roz needed to recharge her batteries. The sun had just appeared in the sky after several long grey and rainy days during which the robot had drained all her power.
âNothing a goose expert shouldnât be able to handle,â she had said. And was that sarcasm heâd heard in her usually no-nonsense voice? The robot was clearly spending far too much time around him. But he had detected something else in her tone â worry. And not just because her lack of resources meant her voice had started to sound wobbly and faint. Fink knew very well she had no one else to ask. Sure, Pinktail would have been a smarter choice â a saner choice â but with 7 kids of her own and an understandable knack for forgetting their names and current locations, Roz had rejected the idea.
Which meant sheâd chosen him. Deliberately. Consciously. No one ever chose Fink. For anything. Least of all to protect another life. And yetâŠ
âYes, letâs go see Paddler,â he replied, and the still incredibly small gosling jumped on his back with a happy tweet. And so they went to see Paddler and agreed that yes, that giant tree wasnât going to fall today. Or tomorrow. Or probably even this century. After that, the kid wanted to go say hi to the rabbits. The mice. The bloody raccoons. Those damn squirrels.
âBonjour! Guten Tag! Hujambo! Hola!â
He never tired of saying it â he greeted everyone they came across. And at first he never seemed to grow sad when he barely received any reply. He was the monsterâs son after all, and Fink was justâŠwell, Fink. The fox did grow restless and snarled a couple of times, ready to pounce on anyone who would dare not show a modicum of kindness to that sweet though deluded kid. But Roz had entrusted said kidâs wellbeing to him. As much as he wanted to bite and punch and yell at those thoughtless invertebrates, he couldnât lose his cool. Not yet, at least. Nothing was stopping him from returning later to get his revenge.
This was made especially clear when Brightbill sighed deeply and mumbled âWhy does no one want to be my friend?â
âTheyâre morons,â Fink replied automatically, which earned him a small smile.
âThatâs a bad word, mom says bad words should be avoided.â
âWell, your mom isnât here, and this one canât be avoided. They are morons.â
Brightbill laughed whole heartedly this time.
âCan we go see if there are some fresh berries behind the old oak?â he asked, and Fink agreed.
Funny, saying yes to everything was proving easy. Telling the truth, too. Which went against everything in his nature. His programming, Roz would say, and he realized he was missing the robot a little. More than a little. Surely she would be recharged soon.
âWhat is your mommy like? Is she like Roz?â
âIs she a robot, you mean?â he replied quickly, deflecting. Perhaps telling the truth wasnât actually always so easy or so wise. There were things Brightbill didnât need to hear.
âNo,â the gosling chuckled, âbut she must have been good at telling stories, you tell good stories.â
Fink paused in his foraging. They had found so very tasty raspberries.
âTheyâre better than momâs, but donât tell her!â the child added.
âMy mother wasnât very nice,â Fink eventually admitted, because for once he didnât feel like lying so much. âAnd my siblings bickered a lot and didnât really like me either.â
âOh,â Brightbill said in a small voice, and looked up at him with those big sad eyes that always managed to unravel something deep inside of him. Something he wasnât sure he wanted to touch. Ever.
âBut it meant I got very good at other things,â he went on with more assurance. âLike reading people and knowing how they will react in any given situation.â
âWhich made you good at telling stories!â the kid concluded, and he certainly wasnât wrong there, even if Fink had never looked at things that way.
âExactly,â he agreed, because why not.
âAnd good at finding the best spots on the island for berries.â
âThat, too.â
Brightbill went back to eating, and Fink took a deep breath in â this had gone much better than he had expected. And that uneasy feeling inside him had morphed into something much nicer. Much warmer.
âCan we go see if mom is awake now?â
âYes, letâs go,â Fink agreed immediately.
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just a guy and his snowpal ââïž
#ts4#the sims 4#sims 4#sims 4 gameplay#sims 4 screenshots#simblr#it's missing my pixel son grant hours#actually i've seen a lot of him lately bc i've been working super hard on story posts - yippee yippeee!!#it's just going slow but i swear they're coming again *pinky promise*#btw if you are reading the tags and you do read the story - question??#do y'all prefer waiting for me to finish a whole bunch so a cohesive arc is released over a short span all at once?#or do you prefer more frequent updates mini updates that just take longer to cover the arc overall?#if that makes sense#it's much easier for me to do the former bc i've styled my story that way but i notice a lot of people do mini but frequent updates instead#and i'm just kinda curious if one would work better than the other or if people have preferences as readers#i don't know that i would retool it bc i like the long drawn out scenes/arcs i do but i also do want to make more story#and the potential is maybeeee there that i could push things out faster as for the whole narrative if i don't wait until i have time to mas#produce the content#like rn because i'm doing a whole sprint to finish this one arc all at once but i had to wait forever until i had christmas break to do it#holocene.png#hlcn: story extras#hlcn: grant
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the thing is, youâre absolutely right! because what neurotypical people sometimes donât understand is the massive difference between the average level of social interaction that they themselves vs other people get outside of organized or scheduled events like work or school, and also donât understand the massive difference between what failure looks like, and how those two things overlap. iâm told that among the average neurotypical person, theyâll make a point to talk to people in their lives or hang out with friends or go on dates or chat with other people in public spaces, al to have casual interactions, multiple times a day, multiple days a week. meaning, if they have a failed social interaction, itâs buffered by the many successful interactions theyâll go on to have. failure most likely wonât mean complete isolation, because they have multiple avenues of interaction to fall back on. and, moreover, a failure in a social interaction when you have (on average) fewer than most means that now rather than that person going âoh that was a weird interaction, i talk to them a lot and itâs not usually like that, maybe it was an off dayâ they go âhuh i donât know that person very well maybe theyâre just like that?â, which means that the odds are way different on whether relationships stay good after mistakes.
social skills are not actually as inherent as neurotypical people like to think. itâs just that when youâre always in practice, always getting back on the proverbial horse, the advice âjust get back out there!â does actually work very well. but if youâre not able to do that for any variety of reasons, you canât play the game the same way. my advice is not âtry harderâ, itâs âlower your expectations for yourself on what a good interaction and a moment of connection might beâ. just as itâs possible youâre somehow unintentionally upsetting people, itâs possible youâre unintentionally making them feel happy, or valued, or heard, even in small, passing interactions. remind yourself that youâre working with fewer resources and a much more limited data pool. a lot of the advice being given is coming from someone who assumes they understand what the math looks like for you, because itâs very difficult to imagine that other side. so instead of trying to overlay a system made for someone who has resources that you just donât have, you need to figure out what a functional system of interaction looks like for you, and adapt the advice given to fit your situation. my advice, bearing that in mind, is that finding communities and groups can look like a lot of different things, and getting your social needs met can come from a lot of sources, and ideally should! you would understand best what your situation is, and thereâs no shame in changing tact to accommodate for your own needs and boundaries.
forgot to answer this for a bit lol BUT yeah, the post was a little bit more about the Conceptual argument than it was about me specifically, so I'm definitely already with you re: 'finding out what your Individual social goals are and working based off of those instead having high expectations based off of other people's metric' stuff. You definitely have a huge point with the "social buffer disparity" between NT people and ND people, where failures are both less demoralizing internally and less impactful externally when you're able to have a greater average of interactions generally also
but I really appreciated the "just as itâs possible youâre somehow unintentionally upsetting people, itâs possible youâre unintentionally making them feel happy, or valued, or heard, even in small, passing interactions" aspect of this message. I do definitely have a recurring problem of like, labeling Myself as an Uncanny Valley Person and automatically assuming that every interaction I'm involved in must be some level of uncomfortable for the other person -- it actually was kind of a revolution moment reading this and realizing that OH it does make sense that if I can unintentionally make people uncomfortable, it's statistically just as likely that I can unintentionally lift people's spirits in one way or another! So thank you very much for that!!
#like this is kind of tangentially related but i have been watching a lot of the smsh reading redit videos and#a story in one of them was this guy posting about how he had a coworker who Really liked Transfrmers and talked about it constantly#and it annoyed him so much that he eventually told her to Shut Up and That's where i tend to assume i push people socially#BUT the flip side to the story was that his Other coworkers told him off over it bc when she Did stop talking about Transformers#at work they really missed it -- like they had genuinely enjoyed listening to her and they wanted Him to apologize so she'd continue#and this ask was the thing that actually made that idea click in my head lol; that weirdness/intensity is not universally Derided#and plenty of people Can and Do appreciate it just as much as others might dislike it.#i wouldn't say i've been wanting to be More Social lately but I HAVE been thinking a lot about like. Talking More?#confusing phrasing. like i'm not particularly pressed/interested about Making Friends but i have spent years sort of holding my#tongue in ways i didn't when i was a kid; which is a habit i have been interested in breaking bc i miss being That enthusiastic#i've been like. trying to build up confidence with like 'i will be annoyingn people and that's Fine' but this ask is like a whole other#- more Positive - aspect of 'it's just as possible your enthusiasm would be a Boon to others' that i wasn't thinking about at all#it's nice to keep in mind! it's definitely more in the spirit of enthusiasm than being braced solely for negativity lmao
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Terrible news gang after the passing of Toriyama sensei my DBZ brainrot is back
#I'm still mad at tumblr but I needed to say this#RIP to a legend#The MVP the OG the man who made me want to tell stories safe travels#I've been delving into Super after not wanting to deal with it but I'm actually enjoying it a lot#I saw BotG when it first came out and I thought it was fun but I saw Ressurection F lately and that gave me some real good brain scratchies#Not exactly what I wanted but you know what it was fun and I waited 25 years to see Vegeta beat the tail off that bitch so I'm good#I know he comes back but this was nice for me this was a nice thing to come back to after all these years away#not promising art or content still very mad at tumblr#just an update I miss Toriyama already and I'll miss his interviews that piss off half the fandom and make the other half scream-laugh#good times...end of an era rip sir you were one in a billion#Fun Fact: If you've known me a long time you know my Big Three Blorbos are Magneto Vegeta and Ganondorf and I tell people#It's because they're the same character under slightly different circumstances#A lot of my NabsGan writing came out of shipping Vegebul and I personally think it shows lol#dbtag
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hey, hey, quick internet fandom ettiquete lesson; X has two hands jokes only vibe if you are talking to someone who is ALSO already talking about how X has two hands. Okay? Okay. It is in fact very rude to go onto other peopleâs posts where only one set of hands is involved to evangalise about two hands. When seeing ship art/fic of only half your ot3, it is proper ettiquete to simply enjoy the art/fic as it is, and if so inspired create/commission/seek out the ot3 content of your choice. This has been your quick internet fandom lesson, thank you for your time.
#this is one of those things that has been cropping up a lot lately and it's. not cool. don't do this okay?#bc no one likes being evangelised at; for any reason#i know its probably just because you love your ot3 and i 100% feel that. i have many an ot3 i adore#but to the person who reads your comment on the thing they put hard work and love into it just reads as-#-'the product of your hard work and love is WRONG you should fix it to MY PERSONAL STANDARDS'#you are not better than the singular otp sides of things and its *certainly* not a solution to ship wars#the ot3 is going to have a different dynamic than either side of the individual otps and thats simply not going to vibe with everyone#and thats okay!#long story short: enjoy your ot3. love it! and let others enjoy their otps in peace. tell them you like their art if you want!#just dont go on to say what you think is missing that the creator clearly never intended#stop talking to yourself flight#ngl this is like. at least half the reason i've kinda been shuffling away from srk#kh3 convinced me sr was endgame but i could have happily kept on shipping an ot3 without canon. i dont need canons permission to ship#but wow has the constant bombardment in almost exclusively sr fanworks of 'omg two hands' has really soured the whole thing to me tbh#stand au srk is kind of the only srk to me now
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r.une is so awesome! he's the kindest guy ever and I always drop by the thieves guild whenever I'm not doing anything just to hear his pretty voice
#ash rambles đ#and he's handsome!#steal me away đ#ugh it's been so long since i've played s.kyrim#or uh. anything other than c.yberpunk#school keeps me busy and#i also got some wisdom teeth removed today! and two other teeth! it's... not the most comfortable! I'm trying to stay chill about it but#FUCK i miss solid food so much#anyways I'll try my best to get some sleep! I'm trying to downplay it but it's probably not a good idea to like. not rest after all that#so yeah if i havent been as activate as of late it's just a mixture of that + school + me trying to platinum cy.berpunk 2077#i think I'm at about 75% trophy achievement? which isnt bad at all#sorry i was talking about r.une#s.kyrim has ass lighting but. his eyes are actually green! i just think he's sooooo handsome!#I can't really kiss since my face is all swollen but i am mentally kissing him all over! he's just such a sweet guy! i know i ship with a#lot of men that are a little rough around the edges but. not him#he's just a genuinely nice guy#(ignorethat hes part of the thieves guild)#oh speaking of I've started to play o.ctopath 2 again. starting to drag myself out of my gaming slump#it's just... been such a crazy last few weeks. with school and life and my mouth... and the roadtrip in which our tire went kaboom in the#middle of nowhere.. everyone is okay but it's still definitely a moment that made me go 'what the hell is wrong with ash's life' LMAAAOO#gonna save that story for the grandkids! BAHAHAHAHAA#oh speaking of kiddos. i've been developing the kiddo for s.eifer a lot as of late! her name is selena + she wields a gunblade like her pap#and just like how her papa has a thing for s.quall (/hj) she has a thing for s.quall's kid LMAAAOO#ah shit it's almost 3am.. I'm gonna go to sleep! i should rest after today#good night my friends#or. well. good morning. since you know. it's so late ajdkahsjq#I'll get back to the regularly scheduled f/o posting eventually <3#your knight until the end đ€#also also I've been reading john koenigs the dictionary of obscure sorrows and annotating it like the nerd i am. fucking hell it's so good#apologies to all my friends who keep getting spammed with me analyzing it LMAAAAOO y'all are the best
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Randomly remembered the half-reason i call my oc-verse by the name it has while laying in bed. One-half of the reason i still knew, but I had forgotten what had truly, really cemented it jointly until now
(it was a song from my favourite band I haven't listened to in a while.)
(the song fit so well at the time, still does, that i needed to hold onto it for the main protagonists forever, by partially naming their story in reference.)
Does this explanation make any sense? Does anyone know why I'm tearing up remembering this. Aahh
#(I'm emotional because I've been feeling bad about it all lately. enjoying things I make I meanâart or ocs or frivilous things.)#(So remembering that song and when it came out. That I couldn't see them in person. But i held onto it my own way. As something I loved)#(Something I still do love a lot... Parts of me saying noâyou don't hate it. No. I'll help you remember more. I'm a little misty about it.)#The song is just The Killers - Run For Cover. I couldn't see them in person all those years agoâfamily went without me.#All my new oc rework with Zin and Hunter and Caia were like a year old or so.#It's a little silly. But the character Zin's derived from was a lightning mage so I stuck to itâI like monhun's zinogre for what its worth#So there's recurring theme and imagery. Thunder's not lightning but the sound and the feeling after the flash the flame and strike.#There's that meaningful thoughtâthe story is the aftermath of a big tragedy. It matches what I like in monsters and other chars.#And at that timeâmy favourite band I missed out on puts out a really good song I download everywhere and it goes like:#He motioned me to the sky/ I heard heaven and thunder cry/ Run for cover/ Run while you can baby don't look back/ You gotta run for cover#And it goes on of course. The rest of the song's still really good. There's more that fits but point is; More evocative imagery.#So there. Why my bundle of OCsâZinadia Hunter and Caia's storyâis called Thunder 20XX. minus the 20XX. That's tongue-in-cheek#About some day I'll manage to make something tangeable or broadly shareable with them. I guarentee this century!#Thunder... oh my darling Thunder. Eight years man. More than that if I really want to count pre-rework INTO the complete original work. but#I like that it's definably 8. I like that I remembered I've always loved them a lot. Always been my thing to lean on even by name...#I need to get to sleep. Ive gotten a little more emotional over one song than I'd rather regularly be. Give it a listen maybe? Goodnight#Armour clanking#I need an oc tag#What have you gathered to report to your progenitors?đ¶Are your excuses any better than your senator'sđ¶He held a conference#and his wife was standing by his sideđ¶He did her dirty but no-one diedđ¶#I saw Sonny Liston on the street last-night black-fisted and strong singingđ¶Redemption songđ¶#He motioned me to the skyđ¶I heard heaven and thunder cryđ¶RUN FOR COVER#What are you waiting forâa kiss or an apology?đ¶You think by now you'd have an A in toxicologyđ¶#It's hard to pack the car when all you do is shame usđ¶Even harder when the dirtbag's famousđ¶#I saw my mother on the street last night all pretty and strong singinđ¶The road is longđ¶#I said 'Mama I know you tried!'đ¶But she fell on her knees and criedđ¶RUN FOR COVER#Just run for cover - you've got nothin left to lose...
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I know Quackity said "Don't stress if you can't watch every single POV and if you don't know all the lore" and all that, but it genuinely frustrates me so much that I cannot, realistically, know every single detail of the QSMP storyline. Even trying to just focus on the "main" story isn't possible since so many people are doing things tied to it, and so many unexpected things happen.
I don't really have a point to make with this post, I'm just venting my frustrations. I like knowing complete stories and knowing I can't do that with QSMP frustrates me so much.
#i talk#qsmp talk#I also dont like that it takes 4+ hours to get 30m worth of the story#I'm realizing more and more that I'm just not cut out for long-form SMP storytelling through streaming#I've been under a lot of stress lately and I was watching stream to kinda take my mind off things#and realizing I've missed so much just kinda pushed that frustration over the edge a bit#I'm not actually a huge fan of the twitter updates and the ''summary of today'' thing the update accounts do#it's not that it's not helpfulâ it just doesnt mesh with my ability to absorb info#by which I mean reading twitter threads to catch up on lore makes me feel like I'm dying#I like the lore recap video they posted recently and I'd love to see more of that#especially since it's short and easy to digest#but it still leaves a lot out#idk like I said there's no real point to this post I'm just very frustrated#both in general and in terms of story consumption#(for the record: this is just a me problem and I'm not about to start demanding the server change or anything)#I just need to start consuming more short contained stories I think#just a bit stuck on QSMP because the dtory is really interesting to me#I also think I need to drop the archive it eats up too much time and energy#as helpful as it is for my own records and others' its just not realistic#especially with all the new people who are being added#a few of whom I just straight up dont plan on watching
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"You can't mix two adaptations of the same character in the same universe and make it feel coherent, it's impossi-" The Futaba family and the Homare family are related. Sherlock and Shishio are cousins, if you want me to be more specific.
#Yeah I've been thinking about these two a lot lately#and since I'm a fool for crossovers#why not?#I particularly have the headcanon that Shishio's mother and Sherlock's mother are sisters#but I like to think that the influence of Kento like Futaba is associated with the influence of Homare so it doesn't fit the headcanon#so it's an idea in progress but they sure are cousins#miss sherlock#sara shelly futaba#sherlock untold stories#homare shishio
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The Milk for Schools program had some definite benefits and a few negative aspects. Warm, partly-curdled milk left out in the sun until morning recess wasnât appetising and a lot of students rejected it. For some economically challenged families, it was a bonus. I know of children whose parents could only afford to serve their cornflakes with water. My husbandâs father was a dairy farmer and he always sent a pail of fresh milk every morning to a neighbouring family living in such poverty. The one thing I must say is that very few of my generation had milk allergies or lactose intolerance or sensitivity. Maybe it was all that school milk.
Was there a question in this message? Did I get drunk at some point and ask people to tell me random stories? I feel like I'd remember if I asked for story time.
#Am I missing something?#This seems to be happening a lot lately#And why aren't these random stories ever interesting or even slightly related to literally ANYTHING I've been recently writing about?
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DEATH UNTO DAWN ON SPOTIFY đ„čđ«¶đŒ
#đ.rambles#[ ffxiv. ]#pls. listen. it has the tea ost n the nier collab n sorrow of werlyt n eden.#it has so many osts dear to me uwahh i've been waiting. so long đđ#looking at the album properly now that i'm back home from feeding the cats. help one of them even followed me from the#lower ground lvl to. 2nd floor HFLAKSJFLKSD. those cats. r very dear to me :<#back to ffxiv though. not only w ^^ but there's also hearthward.. ishgard my home. oh my god#n then. danshig naadam iirc? the 'a __ air __' around the start. my fav frontlines map hehe. i miss frontlines honestly#oh my god the scions & sinners stuff too đ„ș#spotify wrapped w to the edge at the top fr. OH MY GOD THIS MONTH#W KH FINALLY. YK ON SPOTIFY đ riku n dearly beloved those osts mean so much to me hehe n then#FFXIV NOW TOO đ„č#so weird listening to these on spotify. this means i can remove a lot of my mp3s now that i downloaded from yt hdkfajsdkfl#i remember yk? IM GNA CRY SO BADLY I REALLY DON'T KNOW WHAT TO SAY ANYMORE#I MISS. EDEN SO BAD IT HURTS. i miss raiding w my friends i miss laughing w them i miss calling n then. clearing. together.#i miss meeting new ppl. n. oh that one silly friend i still rmb those compliments man he made me attached for a bit i can't deny that but#IT'S JUST. FOND FOR ME TO LOOK BACK ON NOW.#n then. with this is just. endless small reminders of what i love in life so much. yk these memories these people these emotions n thoughts#all these stories. fuck. i feel like. a kid again n it's. smth i've missed lately. it soothes me so much n comforts my heart n soul n mind#sweet serenity oh how i missed you. yk that. that certain peace even though the world around me may be. yeah#even if the apocalypse wld come to test us all or smth i know that. the love i just have for. life wld. yk always return.#i'll always keep it close no matter how much it'll fucking hurt.#i love ffxiv so much i really do it just. yeah for the past few years has become one of my homes fr. always gives me comfort#always makes me remember myself again yk? hdflasdjflkd.. i miss emet-selch can you tell one reason why he's. rlly special to me#like bro he's. i mean. i find him. oh god how to put this i find him attractive fuck it but uh. his uhm. form as solus is.. he's#ffxiv shb grandpa simulator jokes for a reason đ but my bro i loved you ever since i knew you EMET-SELCH HE'S JUST. SO#SO ANNOYING. FUCK. PROMISES TO KEEP RN JUST MAKES ME EMOTIONAL ALL THE TIME. THE ORCHESTRA MAN#i want to write so much but. my mind is such a mess rn. but it. i feel better. i remember again. it. hdlfajsfkdjf :^) đ#i. have sm to write. but i just wna cry i'm overwhelmed again but it's bcs i love. ffxiv sm đđ imy n ilysm not just ffxiv but. everything
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#goddammit#just a single ig story and i'm already spiraling again#and it was a tik tok!!!! a fucking tiktok!!!!#she wasn't even in it!!!!#it was just a fucking @!!!!#the fuck is wrong with me#but it's like...#she was in my dreams again a few nights ago#no no no no correction she wasn't there but i called 2 by 1's name and that was weird af#and i've lowkey been spiraling since then#and rn listening to back to december isn't really helping lmao#and idk i've just been thinking about her a lot lately#after almost a year of not doing as often#like... there were many days where i didn't even think about her#maybe because i was quite busy with other things... but still#and i hate to admit it but i do miss her even if i no longer know her#and sometimes i still feel mad but most of the time it's just regret#and i also feel sorry for doing and saying what i did and maybe everything else was also my fault for acting wrong since the beginning#and when i wanted to fix things it was too late it was too broken#but maybe i'm also just looking for an excuse and a distraction from everything else#or maybe i'll never forgive myself for losing the actual love of my life even if nothing would've ever happened#i just wonder if she ever thinks about me#and why she never called back#and how it was so easy for her to forget me...#anyways this is nothing but an episode#and i'm not even sad just... wondering#but maybe i'd rather love the idea of her so that way i can... change? forget? stop? idk#talking to the wall
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V.1: Silent Pines, 1998 Special Credit: Silent Pines is heavily inspired by and uses a very similar style to the stunning @windbrook savefile by @folkling, the gorgeous portsim savefile by @florwal, and the amazing builds by @moonwoodmillz. Thank you all for your hard work, I take a lot of inspiration from you all. Silent Pines is a base-game only save file inspired by Life is Strange with 3 major worlds, a whole new set of townies, and a complete mystery to solve.
Version 1 contains;
Willow Creek as Silent Pines
13 Community Lots
3 move-in ready homes for your sims
A total of 9 houses, 6 of which are filled with townies
18 households with jobs, story, and drama
A complete mystery to solve (should you want to)
DOWNLOAD, INFO, AND SCREENSHOTS BELOW
I used S4Studio to rename all the worlds, and I've decorated all the neighbourhoods with T.O.O.L. As I said before, Silent Pines is completely base-game friendly, absolutely no packs or kits are used. There is some custom CC, mainly posters that add to the story. The CC is one package file and adds nothing other than some customisation to the story. It is not required.
For example the missing poster of Cleo Emerson, a girl who disappeared under mysterious circumstances;
SPECIAL THANKS Thank you to my beta testers @theemodernsim, @authorspirit, @acuar-io, @aridridge for all your help! You've been amazing and I really am very grateful. And thank you to everyone who has liked, reblogged, followed, and generally supported Silent Pines. It means the world to me to be able to share my work with people!
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Gallery ID: Cosmoosims
DISCLAIMER: There have been reports of the 'build mode item missing' message popping up, especially in the downtown area. I've tried to fix this to the best of my ability, and I hope it's alright! Also, if there is anything I should fix or have left out, please let me know. Thank you for your patience <3
ALSO: Due to the Sims 4 being a broken game, I really don't recommend playing Silent Pines with Rental Units, in case the T.O.O.L objects up and disappear lol.
Silent Pines is heavily inspired by Life is Strange, the Windbrook save file, florwalsims' Portsim save file, as well as the hazy nostalgia of the late 90s and early 2000s. I hope to see you all soon for V.2!
The Mystery Update A more comprehensive outline for this update will be coming soon, but essentially it will contain;
Hopefully the fixed Harris household
More mystery clues to make the mystery more engaging and easier to solve
Better and complete lot descriptions
Love from, Silent Pines.
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No one knows who writes the Hawkins High Tattler. It comes out every week, without fail, has for almost two decades. Everyone reads it, even teachers, even parents. It's caused more the one suspension, grounding, and even--famously--a shipping off to boarding school.
Steve's never let the Tattler get to him much. He's in it, of course, practically a new story every week. But it's just silly gossip.
Of course, Steve is also, currently, the titular Tattler, so. It's not like he's surprised when his name shows up.
It's his third year, his last year, and he knows everything that ever goes on at Hawkins High. It's pretty easy, honestly. Everyone thinks he's ditzy and vapid; nothing more than hairspray and polos. People will say anything around him, assuming he's not listening or not interested, and then bam. It's in next week's Tattler. No one even suspects him.
The confessions locker probably helps. Down by the theater, busted and unusable, the perfect place for people to leave tips, to tattle on their friends (or enemies, as the case may be).
That's what he's doing right now, checking the confessions locker. After 9:30 on a Friday night, the place silent as the tomb, perfect time for it. Pretty standard fare this week. The only thing of interest is that Eddie Munson was the person who broke all Ms. Click's pencils and left the stubs on her desk. This one, he laughs at, can't wait to publish it; can't wait to talk to Munson about it.
He gets a lot of stuff about Eddie. Most of it he doesn't publish because it's bullshit about satanic rituals--the nerdy kids he babysits play dnd, and there's no way Karen Wheeler is letting anything satanic happen in her basement--or about his sexuality, and one thing Steve doesn't do is out people.
Gathering up this week's submissions, he closes the locker with a soft clink, and he swears, swears he hears the squeak of a tennis shoe on the polished tile of the floor. He freezes, heart in his throat. Nobody has been here this late before.
Seconds pass but there's only silence. Confident he's only hearing things, he heads out, the parking lot just as empty as when he arrived.
---
He sees Eddie a few days later, when he's picking up the kids from the arcade. They typically exchange casual greetings, but as Steve waits, Eddie stands with him, offers him a cigarette.
"Read that was you who messed with Click's pencils. Good one."
Eddie shrugs, gives a little bow and a smile. "Happy to be of service."
"It was my class, when she found them. Never seen her so mad."
"No way," Eddie laughs. "Not even when Hagan drew dicks on all the textbooks?"
"Not even then, man. She was throwing pencil stubs everywhere."
"Fuck, sad I missed it." Eddie takes a drag, Steve's eyes following the movement, lingering on his mouth. Something warm and tingling builds at the base of his spine and he forces his gaze away.
"How long you in detention for?"
"I'm not. Swore it wasn't me, and Click doesn't want to admit she reads the Tattler, so. Not much they could do. "
"I've seen it sitting on her desk!"
"I know! She reads it when she has detention duty!"
They lean against Steve's car, laughing, and Steve feels good. This is good. He likes Eddie. He's funny and dramatic and smart and kind. He's not deserving of any of the mean things that get submitted to the Tattler.
The kids come streaming into the parking lot then, and Eddie stubs out his cigarette, says "see you around, Harrington," and Steve finds himself flushing for reasons he can't quite explain.
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He starts seeing Eddie around way more. He's in school most days, smoking in the parking lot after the last bell, chatting with Steve in the hallways.
It shows up in the Tattler; big news that the King and the Freak are hanging out. Most of the submissions are about it, increasingly elaborate rumors about their supposedly deep, close friendship.
He wishes he could tell Eddie.
Eventually, Eddie invites him to smoke at the quarry. He doesn't hesitate to say yes, doesn't even bother to try ignoring the swoop in his stomach, the speed of his heart.
They sprawl out in the back of the van, Eddie's loud, raucous music pounding around them, sharing a joint back and forth.
Steve gets hazy, boneless, can't stop watching Eddie, the way his lips purse around the joint, his long hair glinting gold in the weak light of the camping lanterns, the pleased shine of his eyes every time he makes Steve laughs.
He likes Eddie so much. Everything about him, honestly. Butterflies ping in his stomach, happy and slow, and he thinks how nice Eddie's lips are, wonders how soft they must be. And he thinks--he's read the submissions, right--he knows the things they say about Eddie, and he wishes it was true, he wants--he wants--
He wants
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Steve's running late to check the locker. Lost track of time at the diner with Eddie, and it's making him panic.
He stuffs the submissions haphazardly into the pocket of his hoodie, dancing with nerves, willing himself to grab them all and get out.
Locker emptied, he sprints towards the exit. He has a second to process someone barreling towards him in the dark, but he's going too fast to stop, can only brace himself as they collide.
It sends him sliding across the floor, Tattler submissions spilling out of his pocket like snow. He hits the ground, scrabbling for the papers, praying that whoever is here with him can't see them in the low light.
Hands grips his biceps. "Stevie, Steve, we have to get out of here" and there's a second where he's comforted by the familiar rasp of Eddie's voice before terror spikes again.
He pulls himself from Eddie's grasp, searching for any dropped submissions in easy reach. "Wha--why--what's--"
"I ran into Jason Carver and his band of idiots at the gas station. They're on their way to here to try to catch the Tattler in action."
Steve freezes. "I don't--that's not--I--"
In the deep silence of the empty school, they both hear the slamming of a door, a bitten off giggle. Eddie grabs his wrist and they run. Into the theater room, through a door Steve didn't know existed, to the backstage area of the auditorium.
"You should be safe here," Eddie says.
Panic spirals through him. "I can explain. I was just--I forgot a--I needed--"
"Harrington! I know, okay? I already know."
Steve can only blink at him, swallows rough in his throat. "What--Eddie, I--"
"I saw you. Weeks ago. Forgot my notebook in the theater room after Hellfire and had to run back for it. You were there, at the locker."
"You can't tell anyone."
"I'm not going to."
"No, Munson, you really can't. Nobody can know. Nobody--"
"Swe--Stevie, I promise. The secret's safe with me." He rocks back on his heels, chewing on his lip for a second before he continues. " I--I couldn't figure you out, you know? I saw you around with those kids and it didn't make any sense. King Steve, babysitting tiny nerds? But I saw you at the locker and..."
"You're giving me too much credit, man."
"I don't think so. You're never--fuck, Harrington--you're never mean. At least, not in the last couple years. You spread gossip, but you don't punch down, and you're funny as hell. Mean as shit too, but only to the people who deserve it."
His ears burn and he looks down. "Just because I have fucking--fucking editorial standards doesn't mean that I'm anything special."
Eddie scoffs. "Remember, Stevie, I was reading it a year before you were here. Cruel, vapid garbage. Always the most vile, pointless stories about people who couldn't defend themselves. And how many submissions have you gotten about me, for instance, that you've never used?"
Steve clenches his fists. "I would never--"
"I know. Sweetheart, I know. That's why I li--You're so fucking good, Stevie."
He laughs, ears burning. "I'm really not, Eddie. I try to write about fun gossip that can't hurt anyone too much, and nobody's found me out because they think I'm too dumb--"
Eddie reaches out then, fingers connecting softly with the edge of Steve's jaw. He can't help but lean into the touch, eyes flickering closed.
"You don't want to hurt people because you're fucking kind. You know how I know for sure? You must get submissions every week about me, and you've never once printed that I'm--" Eddie stops then, swallowing hard.
Steve's throat goes tight. He rests his hand over Eddie's, still holding his face. "Me too," he whispers. "Kind of. I like--it's both. For me."
"Oh," Eddie breathes, mouth lifting in a bright, beautiful smile that Steve can't help but return.
He's watching, sees when Eddie's gaze drifts his lips, making his breath hitch. He doesn't really think about closing the distance between them, slotting their mouths together in a tentative, gentle kiss.
"You're just full of surprises aren't you, Steve Harrington? Eddie asks when they part.
Steve blushes. "That's sort of the last of them."
"Sure. Next you'll be telling me you've played dnd."
"I have a character."
"What???"
"Human paladin. Dustin worked on it with me. Ready to get out of here?"
"Human paladin," Eddie gapes. "You know--you said--what's happening?"
Steve twines their fingers together, leading Eddie towards the auditorium exit. "Well, first we're going to walk out to my car and then we're going to my house, and we're going to look through Tattler submissions. Maybe makeout a little bit."
Eddie giggles. "What the fuck? Like. What the fuck, sweetheart?"
He turns to face Eddie, smile big and pure and bright with happiness. "If you're really nice to me, I'll let you help write this week's issue."
"Oh, oh. You're going to wreck me." Eddie mumbles, almost to himself.
"If you're lucky." Steve beams.
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I struggled with depression for many years and finally got it under control around 2017. It is still hard I still have periods where my symptoms flare up badly. Lately it's been more difficult. My family moved away in 2022 and I miss them a lot. My best friend moved away in October last year and my grandma died suddenly in December. My partner's mom just told us she's been diagnosed with ALS after several months of believing she had Bell's palsy from a viral infection and it's progressed to affect her speech and arm and I don't know a lot about ALS but from what I've read so far it seems like this means her prognosis is worse than it might have been if it was only affecting her arms/legs. Most people who are diagnosed with ALS die within a couple years of the diagnosis. How do you personally find moments of positivity in life?
As best I can. I think for me the moments of positivity are always small but enormous. The stars at night, a really good cup of tea, a child's hug, a song or story I love, the touch of a friend's hand. Tiny smiles that make the world worth sticking around for.
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