#it's awful for mod testing

[arcandoria]

I'm really tired of not having money to spare for lil' things that would bring me joy but it is what it is

[lightningzbolt]

Usable Nintendo 3DS for Sims 4

Not the first console I shared here, nor is it the first one I made. Check my ModTheSims for the others I shared so far. Model is from Model's Resource as I can't make those. But all the textures beyond the teal were made by me. This is made from the Slablet so anything that can do, this can do, just looks way more fun. Both screens display, yes, but it's the same on both of course. Ten swatches, all seen above. I actually first made this over 2 years ago, just resized it today as it was a little big so I could screenshot and share it. No it can't close, just pretend your Sims are lazy.

SimFileShare

[beforus-for-real-justice]

listen to me, boy, i am talking in2 ur ear rn. - me when my cullee is tryina microwave a can of pears

[stachehand]

I should've posted this over a month ago, but this was essentially me after quitting on The Final Horizon (effing Master King!)

[mrs-elsie-barnes]

Give Me Shelter, For My Heart | Alpha!Bucky Barnes x Omega!Reader | One Shot? 3k

Things are missing around the Avengers' compound and a newly returned Bucky is acting weirder than normal...Steve and Sam go to investigate and discover more than they bargained for.

Warnings: 18+ for language and suggestion of Hydra violence/torture/experimentation, omegaverse themes including alpha & omega, suggestion of pregnancy/pups, wolf shifting Rated F for Fluff and G for good friends

Challenges & Prompts: @buckybarnesevents Alpha Bucky April with extra prompts - word count, nesting, purring, beta characters, (I'll let mods decide if this hits the breeding/baby fever prompt). And @fandom-free-bingo 'forehead kisses'

Graphic by me and Canva, dividers by @firefly-graphics & @reveriesources

Masterlist | Bucky Barnes

“Hmm,” Steve looked around the supply room, surveying the gaps and empty shelves, normally well stocked with blankets and provisions. It was the third time this week he’d found himself at a loss, not just for words but his things too. Everything seemed to be going missing. 

First it was a few plates and mugs from the galley kitchen by his office, then it’d been the lunch he’d left for him and Bucky in the fridge. Last night he’d gone into Bucky’s room to make sure he was okay and found the man sleeping on a bare mattress, all the sheets, pillows and blankets were gone and the newly revived Bucky refused to explain what had happened to them or even acknowledge that there was anything wrong at all. He hadn’t even addressed that fact that the window was wide open and it looked as if he was sleeping in his shoes. 

Which brought Steve’s thoughts to the man himself. Bucky had been so odd since he’d returned. For a day or two, he’d been something like his old self, despite the awful situation they found themselves in, he’d joked with Steve and reminisced with the few memories he had. They’d enjoyed a beer together and he’d even met with Tony during their mediation and patched things up. 

Then, they’d all climbed onto the jet and he’d become distant, pacing like a caged animal until they’d landed. As soon as the doors were open he’d vanished for forty-eight hours and sent the entire compound into mayhem before strolling back in as if nothing had happened, bruised and covered in blood. Judging by the bandages he sported later that day, his cuts and bruises spread under his shirt and trousers too. 

Steve knew that he’d changed during his time with Hyrda, back in the 30s they’d both been betas, happy to plod along ignoring the madness of the few alpha’s in Brooklyn. It had been a rare thing then, to be an alpha, now they were considered a dying breed, so when Bruce’s tests had revealed that Bucky was an alpha now, they’d tried to take it in their stride that he might go off on his own sometimes, especially since omegas were even rarer. But there was still so much they didn’t know, so much to unpack and discover about the Bucky they’d rescued, and Steve was so desperate to spend time getting to know this new man that all the time apart was making him worry. 

“You okay?” Sam asked from the doorway, leaning in to hand Steve a hot cup of coffee. 

“Just doing a stock check.” 

“He take something else?” Sam stepped into the small room, lined with shelves and shelves of tents, camping stoves, parachutes, it seemed to go on and on. The bare grey shelves where stock was missing was stark against the white washed walls. 

“He?” 

“Barnes,” Sam sipped his coffee, matter of fact, and Steve confronted the worry that had been plaguing him. 

“It’s Bucky, isn’t it?” Steve dropped his head heavily and Sam patted him on the back, still sipping his drink. 

“Sorry man, told you, he’s not right yet. He’s not hurting anyone though, if he hates his bedding, who cares, if he hates your lunches, who could blame him.” 

Sam sidestepped Steve’s halfhearted swipe with a grin on his face. 

“But what’s he doing with it, Sam? Where’s it all going?” 

“Hell, I don’t know, have you asked him?” Sam raised his eyebrows. 

Had Steve asked his best friend, who flinched at his touch and shied away from any conversations? Bucky who vanished for hours at a time and came back looking as if he’d been dragged through a hedge? No, he hadn’t. He’d been too scared to confront what might be going on, what latent part of his programming might be at play. 

“Look, if you’re too scared to ask why don’t I?” 

Now it was Steve’s turn to raise his eyebrow, it wasn’t that Sam and Bucky didn’t get along, they just didn’t get along yet. Steve was working on it. 

“What if we…followed him?” He offered instead and Sam laughed again. 

“Who knew Captain America was scared of his own friends,” he couldn’t contain the chuckles. “Fine, fine. Let’s keep an eye on him.” Sam turned to the ceiling, more comfortable with the AI than Steve was. “FRIDAY, if Sergeant Barnes leaves his room, please can you alert us - privately?” 

“Of course,” the soft voice answered and Steve gave his friend a weak smile. 

FRIDAY’S alert went off twice a day, every day, over the next week. But despite their best efforts neither Steve nor Sam managed to catch up with Bucky. 

It wasn’t until the following Saturday that they managed to follow him. Bucky was supposed to be at a training session to get his official certifications but they’d both had a feeling he’d try and skip it. As predicted they’d spotted the blue of his new henley edging around the side of the compound, a full backpack strapped to his back. 

Bucky ran across the grass and towards the thick forest. His still uncut hair was tied back but tendrils fell out as he sprinted into the wind. 

He was surprisingly loud, as he strode quickly between the trees, snapping twigs and branches that Steve knew he could’ve dodge even before the serum and his training. Sam looked at him, both of their feet silent as they followed. 

Bucky’s speed increased as he turned his face up into the breeze, his backpack jostled against the trees, bouncing when he began to run. 

Steve kept up, sending Sam wide, into the breeze, in case Bucky doubled back. 

Just as he was starting to feel lost in the repetition of trees and ferns, Bucky burst into a clearing and Steve slammed to a halt. 

The pine trees gave way to a small patch of clear sky, shining down on an old shed. Unlike the other abandoned guard houses, this one had obviously been cleaned recently. The small porch was swept and a pair of Avengers camping chairs were arranged neatly facing into the forest. A line had been strung between the cabin and the trees where one of the missing blankets fluttered in the gentle wind. 

Steve crouched down, motioning to Sam on the other side of the clearing to stay out of sight. 

Bucky approached slowly, “Cățeluș, are you here?” 

At first there was nothing and then a wolf nosed its way out from behind the door, it’s chestnut brown fur almost gold in the sunlight. It leaped forwards from the porch and shot across the clearing, leaping into Bucky’s arms. 

Steve whipped his head up to try and find Sam and by the time his eyes found Bucky again the wolf was gone, replaced by a woman pulling on a large t-shirt from Bucky’s backpack. 

“James!” Her sweet voice rang out in the otherwise quiet forest. 

Swamped by Bucky’s familiar red henley, you shot from the door and into Bucky's waiting arms, the back pack dropped to the floor and forgotten. 

She was swamped by Bucky’s red henley and he wrapped you in his arms, one large hand on the back of your head, tucking you into his neck. The other supported your legs, now wrapped around his waist. 

In the clearing Bucky's shoulders relaxed as he sank into your embrace, kissing and nipping at your neck. In return you tipped your head, practically purring at the attention and wriggling in his arms. 

“Have you been okay, baby.” Bucky asked, pulling away enough to look you over. 

“I'm okay, I missed you though, James, please don't leave me again.” You begged cupping his stubbled cheeks in your hands. 

Bucky turned into your palm and kissed it, “I know, I know, I’ve been making sure it’s safe for you.” 

Steve's heart sank. Bucky didn't feel safe? 

“You trust me, don't you, my little omega.” Bucky rubbed his nose into your cheek and you giggled, holding him even tighter, your hands in his hair. 

An omega? 

Sam stared over at Steve, eyes wide. 

It was clear to them both that this was no chance encounter and all Bucky’s odd behaviour suddenly started to make more sense.

Steve motioned for Sam to leave, they could sneak back to the compound and perhaps bring this up tentatively. Perhaps leave some items you might like lying around in the hopes that Bucky would take them and understand that his secret was out, but it was safe. 

Sam moved swiftly round the clearing as Steve continued to watch Bucky. 

Bucky vanished into the cabin, leaving you on the porch alone, snuggled into his shirt and pressing the collar to your nose. 

“She’s cute,” Sam whispered, squeezing up against Steve, still hiding in the overgrown ferns that lined the edge of the cabin. 

“We can’t let her sleep out here. She must be hungry and cold.”

Bucky emerged from the cabin carrying two of the missing mugs, balancing them carefully on the railing before scooping you up into his lap. His hand hovered by his mouth, sipping in slow motion as his eyes scanned the tree line and Steve took a breath, sitting back quickly. 

“Stay here, Cățeluș,” he was up in a flash, eyes always on the tree line even when he reached into his boot to pull out a familiar gerber knife. 

Instead of flipping it into his palm, he balanced it on the arm of your camping chair. Eyes still on the trees he placed his metal hand on top of your head, “stay here and stay safe, follow the plan, do what you need to.” His voice was low, series, almost a growl. Far away from the happy, loving tones he’d been speaking to you with before. 

You nodded, and as soon as he felt your head move he was up and off the porch. 

Steve and Sam looked up in time to see a wolf leap towards them. 

It was true then, the experiments had worked and Steve had the cold feeling that returned every time he discovered something new about his friend during a fight, but he had no time to worry about it now. Not when the wolf was closing in on them. 

It was huge, its white fur dusted with fallen leaves, but its teeth gleamed in the afternoon sun as he pounced, snarling. His paws the size of dinner plates slamming into the ground in front of them, teeth bared and snarling. 

Steve rolled away, pulling Sam with him and covering his body, regretting not bringing the shield. 

“Bucky!” Sam shouted from under Steve’s arm

“Bucky it’s us we don’t want to hurt you!” 

The wolf pulled back from the two men pinned beneath him, and something like clarity passed over Bucky’s icey blue eyes and he sat on his haunches, head cocked to one side, ears floppy. Then it stood, rounding the bushes and, in a blink, the man had reappeared still hiding before the foliage to cover his naked body. 

“Steve -” Bucky looked thoroughly confused, 

“Bucky, we’re so sorry we shouldn’t have followed you.” 

“What are you doing here?” Bucky’s voice wavered, his body cold without his fur and with his clothes left behind in the cabin. 

“We were worried about you, man, you’ve been so weird - stealing stuff, going missin’, can you blame us for getting creeped out?” Sam raised his eyebrows and Bucky’s brow furrowed. 

“Sorry, I’m sorry, I just had to -” he gestured back towards the cabin and, as if remembering he’d left you behind with no way of knowing he was safe he turned and ran back to the clearing. 

Steve and Sam jumped up, chasing after Bucky once more. 

The cabin porch was empty when Steve picked his way down the slope of mud and rocks into the clearing. 

A howl rang out as he got closer to the little house, a high, pained sound and then the response came, low and level. 

There were two wolves now, hidden at the side of the cabin in the shadows.

The white wolf kept itself half turned towards Steve and Sam, who kept quiet and still, barely daring to breathe, allowing its companion to approach slowly. 

The brown wolf dropped in front of the white, ears flat back against its head, and then rolled over, showing a soft belly that the white wolf nuzzled gently before turning back to Steve and barking sharply. 

Steve held his hands up and the wolf barked again, turning tail and returning to the cabin. 

It took only moments for Bucky to show himself on the porch, pulling his henley back down over his now dirt streaked belly. 

“Come in,” he gestured up the stairs and vanished again. 

The cabin, though run down, was well kept. The porch was swept of leaves and there was even a little mat by the door. 

“Shoes,” you whispered, pulling on Bucky’s sleeve as you entered the main living space, making an attempt to hide behind him. You’d dressed again too, also in one of Bucky’s henleys and a pair of leggings that Steve recognised as Avengers recruit issue. 

“Do you mind?” Bucky asked while Steve and Sam stared between you both. 

“Shoes,” you turned to look up at Bucky again, eyes pleading in one moment and then flicking to the two new men treading mud into your home. 

“Your shoes, take them off.” Bucky helped them arrange their boots neatly by the door while you pottered around the fireplace. “This is her nest,” he whispered, making sure the doormat was straight and the little curtain was neat over the window. “It’s important to omegas, to her,” you turned shooting a glare over your shoulder, “to us-that it’s kept just right and she hates shoes inside.”

In the small living space a camping stove had been set up with a kettle, a portable fridge, and an assortment of mugs, both Avengers field regulation and novelty, which were set neatly on the mantel. You chose four, and placed them next to the kettle while it steamed happily away. 

Bucky spoke softly to you in a mixture of English and Romanian, but you didn’t come any closer to the strange men. You’d seen them before, on the television and in Bucky’s notebooks, but now that they were here, so large and imposing, you couldn’t bring yourself to even look over. 

“This is Cățeluș, well, that’s not her real name but we couldn’t find that. She - uh -” you watched Bucky struggle for words and lay a hand on his cheek, smiling warmly up at him. Your Winter, your James. “-I don’t want to say the word, it upsets her, but she was with me when I was - him - part of the experiments.” 

You poured the tea quietly, watching the steam rise into the darts of sun making their way through the broken knots of wood in the wall, and you took a deep breath. With shaking hands you gave the first man, Sam, a cup. He had a gentle face, a wide smile and he didn’t look at you with pity, as you feared, only interest. 

The second man held his breath as you approached, keeping his hands as close to his body as possible until you pushed the cup towards him. Steve. Bucky had lots of pictures of Steve in his notebooks and had told you more stories than you could remember, but he didn’t look sickly, he looked too big for the space, his shoulders drawn in, slouched. You appreciated that he was trying not to look scary, even though your every nerve was on edge.  

Bucky took the proffered mug from your hands with a kiss to your forehead and you sighed, allowing him to steer you to the only arm chair in the room and then passing you your own tea. 

“We got out, eventually and - I brought her here.” Bucky sat on the rolled arm of the chair, draping his own arm over your shoulders and fitting you into his side. 

Steve and Sam could only stare. 

“Why didn’t you bring her to the compound? She can stay -” Steve turned to you, “you can stay, either in Bucky’s room or you can have your own room if you’d prefer.” 

It took you a moment to process the offer, but eventually you shook your head, turning into Bucky’s side. 

“It was awful - in there, with them she, we both -” Bucky struggled for the words, the desire to protect you rising inside 

“It’s okay,” Sam said carefully, “I know the transition’s been rough on you, Bucky, I can’t imagine what it’s been like for her, how you even got her out here. But there’s nothing to be afraid of, maybe she’ll come with you? If you suggest it?” 

Sam kept looking at you, his eyes soft and encouraging but you turned away, pressed your face into Bucky’s ribs where his scent had soaked through his shirt, reassuring and primal, chanting in your head Alpha, safe, Alpha, safe. You did miss him, when he was gone, but how could he keep you safe in that place. 

You’d seen it, once or twice, through the trees when you took a walk, looking for whatever you could find in the forest. Guards left lots of things behind, bottles and coats and jackets, useful things. You collected them all, skirting around the edge of that horrid white building and hoping to never see the terrifying things that flew out of it, men in suits and robots, it was too much. 

“You can bring whatever you like with you, and maybe Nat and Wanda could help you with some new things, if you liked?” Steve followed Sam’s lead, keeping his voice steady and low. 

“James - my nest.” You mumbled, gripping his henley in your fist. 

He dropped a hand onto your head, “we can do whatever you like, baby. You want to stay here, we can stay, you want to go to the compound, we’ll go.” 

You felt Bucky’s heart rate pick up, its beat hammering and your anxiety grew too, your breathing more ragged, you turned even further into him, practically climbing into his lap, the henley you’d taken from him riding up. 

Instantly you knew it was a mistake, the scars of your time in Hydra were still visible, raised on your skin, yellowing patches of healing bruises and calloused skin from repeated bouts in the chair. 

Sam and Steve could barely conceal their inhale of breath. 

“Bucky, did you get her checked by a doctor or…” Sam trailed off, Bucky looked angry again, his arms fully surrounding you. 

“And what would I have said, Sam?” He growled, “I know she looks like she’s been kept in a cage and beaten but please don’t arrest me, I promise it wasn’t me? Her social security number? Sorry, I don’t have it, we don’t even know her name. I did the best I could.” His anger tipped over into a resigned sadness. Bucky cupped your face in one hand and forced you to look up at him, “I did the best I could, baby, I really did.” 

You nodded and his grip loosened so you could nuzzle into his chest again, your own tears running down your cheeks at the memory of those early days. Bucky’s shaking hands patching up your burns and cuts, the whisky you’d slugged before he pulled out a stray bullet from your arm and stitched it with floss. Every touch had been gentle though, every time he’d changed your bandages or cleaned you up, it had been gentle. It had been everything he could give you. 

“We didn’t mean it like that, Buck,but we could help, get her checked over and then you can come back here.” Sam’s voice was plaintive, deliberately soothing and it made Bucky’s blood boil. 

“I’m not taking her to that place.” He bit back, there was no mistaking the way he curled you into his body, tucking your head under his chin and wrapping his arms around your back. 

It didn’t hurt anymore, to be touched, but then it’d never hurt to be touched by James. His hands had always been careful with you, his strength used only for protection and it was for that reason that you lay your trust in him completely. 

“Don’t make me go, Alpha.” You whispered, your lips brushing the base of his neck where you’d marked him, right over his scent gland, your teeth marks an eternal brand. You nuzzled into him, your chest rumbling again. 

“I won’t make you go,” he looked back at Steve and Sam, the finality of his decision sat heavily in the air. 

“Can we at least bring some medical things here? Would you let Sam check you out?” Steve offered, he was increasingly concerned by the way Bucky had retreated into the chair, his own legs now curled up on the overstuffed cushion.

Above you, James nodded once, “just you and Sam, don’t tell anyone else. I’ll know if you tell anyone else.” The panic edging Bucky’s voice had Steve raising his hands in surrender. 

“I promise, Buck, just Sam and I.”

Sam and Steve left the cabin at dusk while you and Bucky watched from the deck. As soon as they were beyond the trees he pulled you even tighter against his chest, his heat warm. 

“Everything is going to be okay, baby, I promise, no one’s going to ever, ever, hurt you again.” His hands slid down your arms and across the slow swell of your belly. “But we should consider their offer, make sure we’re making a choice that’s good for you and me, as well as them.” His palm pushed up under your shirt, splayed on your tight skin and, deep inside, your pup pushed back. 

[sims3alexsa]

Beckford World- Beta

Beckford is a secluded English town situated on a picturesque little island that radiates warmth and cosiness. The central square with its fountain is surrounded by cosy cafes and shops, where locals and tourists alike can enjoy a cup of fragrant tea or coffee from the comfort of the sunny terraces. The old harbour, with its moored boats and quiet streets, invites for leisurely strolls and romantic evenings by the water. The promenade, lined with flowering shrubs and benches, offers beautiful views of the ocean and sunsets, creating an atmosphere of privacy and tranquillity. The majestic cathedral with its tall towers and the cosy old castle become the real gems of Beckford, awe-inspiring not only for their historical significance but also for the atmosphere of warmth that surrounds them. Beckford is the perfect place for those who want to escape from the hustle and bustle and enjoy the simple pleasures of life surrounded by nature and friendly people.

This world-Edit Hylewood by the amazing @nilxis,credit for the terrain and plant placement goes to them.Then the world was redone by one of my favourite creators @Gruesim so the replacement texture roads are to her credit. The world has 27 public lots and 16 residential lots. Stor sets are present in the world! They are included in the download in package format,also in the build there are fixes for these sets.Please read the document inside on how to properly install the Stor fixes in PACKAGE format!!!!

Also in the world there are some mods that you can download from these links: 1.Mod functional printer 2.Tennis court mod 3.Mod purchase from inventory 4.Mod More vending machine fods 5.Mod system of petrol use by cars 6.post mod 7.Shop for clothing display pedestal mod 8.Social clubs mod

9.Private Clinic Psychiatry

10.Get Pumped

11.Yoga mod

12.Spin Class by Twinsimming

Recommendations for optimising the world. I advise and even insist that you use with this world mods Nraas:Master controller,nraas Overwatch,nraas Register,nraas Traffic.(Links to them do not give, I think they have you and so all installed):)Optimise the world with these mods: remove unnecessary transport, generated by the game stray animals, paparazzi and tourists. The world is released in betta version as it was little tested (and I will not have such an opportunity in the near future, so I put it out to you earlier than planned).

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If you have any questions, please write to us and we will solve them together. Gratitude I would like to thank all the wonderful creators I used for this world! Without you I would have nothing and this world would not exist. Thank you so much for your hard work! @Phoebejaysims,@Grandelama,@Martassimsbook,@aelisinsims,@Analogica 40,@Gruesim,@aroundthesims3,@bioniczombie,@Noir and dark sims,@simaddix,@wanberlust-pixel,@zivas-blog,@mequestrianequipment,@syninplays,@olomaya,@omedievalpixel,@kerrigan house designs,@Mspoodle. Sorry who I forgot )

If you want to thank me, buy me a coffee.

[cinnamonest]

ah to be a girl that was dating modern!scara for some time bc she thought he was a mysterious uwu discord mod type, only to find out he’s just an incel who acts like he hates you even tho still fucking you and everything.. he doesn’t do much aside it, though. so after some time, you break up with him. or, well, tried to! it’s not like you have a right to break up with him after willingly deciding to date him, right?

happy new year, by the way! 🎉

Oh and he’s so awful as it is, literally the peak of trashy, toxic boyfriends.

Always dumping labor off on you because he knows you'll take care of whatever task it is eventually anyway, subtly guilt-tripping you all the time, always saying little things to make you insecure about this or that (just to be sure you don't get any ideas, or think anyone else would ever want you).

The sort of boyfriend that is careful about the steps he takes — God forbid he come across as insecure or desperate — but is manipulative and wears your psyche down nonetheless.

There’s a constant, but well-pulled-off effort to always ensure you feel that you’re the one that cares more, that you’re the one that’s more invested, that he’s the one who could easily pull away from you and be just fine, that you need him more than he needs you.

But this situation is particularly bad because he's just so deluded about it.

It's one of those relationships where, one day out of the blue, you halt mid-task and suddenly find yourself asking — why am I doing this to myself?

You realize you became so accustomed to it all so easily, it was just gradual enough that you never really noticed how miserable you are, until one day you just do.

So you do it. You summon up the courage to look him in the eye and say you're done.

And what you get in return is essentially a non-reaction. Rolled eyes and a long sigh of exasperation, some muttered comment about how you're being overdramatic.

He was prepared for this kind of thing, see. Females are known to do this. They don't actually mean they're breaking up with you. It's a test. They just do that sort of thing. A test designed to scare the guy and make him apologize for some mistake and get attention and doting and stuff. Very manipulative of them (but what's new).

But he's not the sort of weak loser that falls for that stuff, he knows what you're doing. So he shrugs it off, doesn't even turn around, says something about how you've threatened to leave several times now.

Then you say you mean it.

You get a sigh and a ‘yeah, sure,’ and you bite your tongue to stop yourself from lashing out about how that uncaring attitude is part of why you’re doing this to begin with.

And you storm out the door, not bothering to even glance back.

Which is surprising — didn't think you'd actually do it, but your petulance knows no bounds, apparently. Still, this is also predictable, a common form of aforementioned testing, a humiliation ritual of sorts intended to make him suck up to you.

So he gives you a few hours, but you don't send the expected text saying you're sorry and that you overreacted and please please just forget it and move on and all the other stuff you're supposed to say.

And the sun sets, and you're not back.

Oh, so you're being spiteful. Trying to make him think you “mean it” by going silent, and thereby trying to out-wait him. You think if you keep this up, he'll be the first one to break, to give in and try to get you back. This whole thing is designed for you to feel some kind of power at his expense. Well, you're wrong.

And then another day passes.

God. Unbelievable.

You're actually doing this out of pure spite, just stubbornly waiting for him to come get you.

…And here he is, now doing exactly that, like an idiot, so he mutters to himself as he finally leaves to go get you. Not that he's giving in to what you want, it's just that this is getting ridiculous and his patience for your antics has run out.

Still, he tells himself this isn't so bad, because you were probably looking forward to some sick satisfaction from getting him to beg to know where you are. Little do you know he prepared for this sort of situation, that's why there's a tracker in your purse and on your phone and in your car and such. You're not going to get any groveling out of him.

You're so manipulative. You're really lucky he puts up with you and tolerates such toxic behavior.

Likewise, he's not about to beg for you either — he knows the game you're playing, that all your pleading and fighting back and ‘I meant it!’-s are part of the schtick. Just accept that you're not going to get the entirety of what you want. You'll get the part where he takes you back like you wanted, but he has too much self-respect to plead with you. You'll just skip to the part where you come home — you're so stubborn, not getting what you want will undoubtedly make you dig your heels in and squeal and all that, but it's really no big deal. Being so childish about it is a choice that just reflects badly on you.

[theplottdump]

ＳＩＤＥ ＰＬＯＴＴ - Ｇ Ａ Ｍ ＥＰＬＡＹ ＳＰＡ Ｍ - 𝙶𝚎𝚗 𝟼: 𝚆𝚑𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝙷𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚗𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝙺𝚊𝚕𝚎 𝙿𝚕𝚘𝚝𝚝? -

ohmygod

Hinoki: 𝘒𝘢𝘭𝘦𝘦𝘦𝘦𝘦! Kale: Ehh. Hi Mom.

Hinoki: You carry so much bigger than your sister! You know you can jog through your first trimester right darling? Kale: Eugh- What are you doing here?

Hinoki: Well I was looking into some records, and I saw that you moved from Henford! And when you started answering my texts, I immediately knew something was up. So I called in a few favors and tracked you down! Kale: Shi-

Hinoki: And this must be your sperm donor!

Townie Dave: Uh hi- Hinoki: Oh no dear, no need for any of that. Kale: Mom… Hinoki: His eyes are a bit wide set, and 𝙨𝙢𝙖𝙡𝙡- We don't want the child to have prawn eyes. We can always edit the baby in CAS. But a ginger! And that chin! Yes, we can work with this. Kyle bring the bags! Kale: Kyle…?

Hinoki: Now I'm thinking - Pool Birth. Very natural. And we can save some of the water to give out as party favors. Kale: Why is Kyle here? Hinoki: Oh he's my new assistant! Kale: What happened to Billie? Hinoki: Who?

Kyle: I'm great with kids. Townie Dave: Right…

Hinoki insisted on moving into Kale's room to dote on her offspring so Townie Dave got shunted to Milkshake's enclosure.

𝗧𝗼𝘄𝗻𝗶𝗲 𝗗𝗮𝘃𝗲: Alright if we're going to be roommates we have to set some ground rules. Rule Number 1 - Don't eat me or I'll reap your plant soul. Whatever that interaction means.

Hinoki: You know your father was a SulSulSimSamSim. Now that was some Fine Breeding. Kale: Good Morning Mother. Hinoki: Good Morning Darling. Townie Dave.

Townie Dave is having a rougher second day on the job. It's hard dealing with a surprise visit from your soon to be mother-in-law who seems to hate you, and learning that death is quite literally always looming over one shoulder.

But he's kind of growing on me tho

Thanks Dad.

Kyle's just excited for some screentime.

Kyle: 𝘞𝘰𝘰𝘰𝘰𝘰𝘸. You really can control any sim with this mod…

Kyle: So you're an Author? Toni: Aspiring. I like writing children's books. Kyle: The only thing I'm good at writing is pick up lines. Like- if we were ghosts, I'd totally be your boo.

Toni: (Laugh) That's awful- do those really work?

Kyle: Depends, did I raise your spirits?

Townie Dave: Thought I'd find you hiding in here. Kale: I don't know if you've noticed, but my mother is sort of - a lot. Townie Dave: Aren't all mothers? Kale: Probably.

Kale: There's something I wanted to tell you. I made it to the last week of the Reaper Rewards. A few more gourmet cooking skill points and I'll be making Ambrosia. Townie Dave: That's amazing! Kale: But I wanted to ask-

Townie Dave: You want me to die. Kale: Only temporarily! To test the recipe. Townie Dave: What if it glitches out and doesn't work properly? Kale: We'll improvise. Townie Dave: So you knew how this was going to go? The whole time?

Kale: Dave, no. It- it was always going to happen somehow. And this might be crazy enough to work. Dave: Fine- but I have some final requests.

Townie Dave: #1 I wanna meet our kid before I go.

Townie Dave: #2 And when I do come back and I will- we go to the courthouse, graveyard, whatever, and we promise each other- whether in Life or Death, we're going to hold on tight and never let go.

Townie Dave: And #3 I never have to sleep down here again. 𝘋𝘦𝘢𝘭?

Kale: 𝗗𝗲𝗮𝗹.

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[fountainpenguin]

"She's gonna cut my head off... but I don't caaare! They say, 'You clean up nice... Just like a dead man! Like a dead man!'" (x)

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New Dog's Life chapter today! ~ 3rd Life series fan-season

Chapter 42 - “Raider Reunion (Martyn, Etho, Impulse, BigB)”

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“Hey, everybody! Welcome back. My name is Josh, and we’re glad to see you here. Pleasure to meet you. Mumbo; it’s been a while. Etho! I just saw your twin and niece. He’s good with kids. She’s… not.” You both know this guy? BigB tries to sneak a glance at either one of them, but the only response he gets is Mumbo’s shrug. “I’m BigB,” he tells the enderman, still focused on the man’s neck area more than on his face. “I don’t shake. I’m an illusioner underneath the moth mods; from knox ZnHeITtk HTvkH IkItn. What are you guys doing out here?” If his terse refusal to touch hands bothers Josh, he doesn’t show it. He does, however, break into a wider smile. “Well, thanks for joining us today. We’re setting up for one of my favorite games: Is There a Limit? Specifically… Is there a limit to how many people we can have waterskiing behind a dragon at the same time?” “… What’s waterskiing?”

Scott gave BigB until sunset to talk to his old raider friends. BigB didn't bring a clock.

Meanwhile, Impulse seeks help for his goo problem and Martyn breaks into Cleo's house. Just a typical day in New Star Station...

(First 1,000 words under the cut)

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InTheLittleWood

Location: Approaching wool farm, North New Star Station

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Are you sure you can handle this? Every twitch in Martyn’s form screams at him to voice the question. Spikes and feathers twist inside his hearts. Nostrils flare. Maybe that’s why Bdubs blurts out his words without thinking them through: because keeping a shut jaw fills a guy with alligator wriggles. Technically, the proper way to sort out this lack of faith would be to take it to the sparring ring, but Martyn can’t do that either… Not with Rosejoy’s rippling muscles a hand’s breadth from his own. Hey, she has claim on the Fox Dragon’s turf. That can’t be an accident. And if it was, then it’d be just my luck that lightning strikes her twice.

“You did all right out there,” Martyn tells her, which is less direct than asking why she challenged Impulse in the first place. You think she knew she’d lose upfront? Huh. Maybe she gets drunk on the way people talk. They’ll have gossip and clip compilations for days.

Chunky fingers tighten around his own. Martyn looks down to the wobbly eyes of a much lower-XP phantom hybrid clinging to his hand. “What about me?”

“Aww, you too, slugger. You really showed Baker what-for. All tuckered out now, are we? Yeah…”

Lucky rubs a fist across his eye. It hides a yawn, but Martyn’s hearts spring forward like rabbits when the arrows come a’flyin’. The foxes he hatched would’ve liked to eat rabbit, actually. Martyn pats Lucky behind the shoulder, but throws a glance to Rosejoy to see if she caught what just happened there. And the stare she returns, uh… answers that question pretty dang well.

Sleepy kid. His energy’s dropping fast. The portals are still down, so there’s no dodging this by jumping AFK. We need more food. If Bdubs will listen long enough to follow orders-

“Aw, Lucky’s gonna love hanging with me,” Rosejoy butts in, thwapping him with the end of her tail. She caught Martyn on the way, which was probably the point.

And you’re sure? he wants to ask again. Lucky’s a member of the New Star flock; he’s never been alone with Rosejoy before. Mental ping after mental ping fires down Martyn’s spine. Rival captain bad. Rival captain take or kill. Brrr. That’ll wake you up in the morning. That’ll give you shivers all the way ‘til bed.

“So, what’s the big guy’s story?” Rosejoy asks, moving a few steps away. The shift of her wings and the grimace of his lips paint a picture Martyn only dares to imagine from the outside looking in: Two flock captains testing one another’s boundaries; they maintain a truce ‘cuz someone outside told them so. It sure ain’t instinct keeping the rules intact. She continues, bouncing every step. “Who would mod out of being a phantom with a wingspan like that? I bet wind resistance runs from him!”

Oh, it does. The glitter in her eye ripples Martyn to his core. The swing in her tail’s a little too lax for a guest who’s got everything to lose with raiders in her home. The soft smirk’s a little too wide. She doesn’t want to lead him aboveground… Does she? Will the Lone Spruce refugees even be allowed aboveground when the coast is clear? Unsure. And Martyn wonders then, with a quickening through his hearts… whether Impulse - if offered the chance to rejoin a flock - would actually say ‘Yes.’

I mean, I don’t see any reason Scott could refuse him, right? Impulse can fly. He’s got the wings, the strength, the speed… If the phantoms get to go, why wouldn’t he?

“Ah, just medical reasons,” he says anyway, clinging tighter to Lucky’s hand. “Nice guy. Just super pent-up, if you know what I mean. I just feel sorry for his wife. He can’t target anymore, y’know? There go the love hearts.”

“He can’t hunt?”

“Lost his soul teeth. We keep him fed.” We have a system. He’s with us. So back off. He can’t ascertain from her silence whether the implication came across, printed in his tone, but at least Rosejoy doesn’t press the topic harder. Seriously, she hovered around Impulse enough back there at the squall- Did you hear the stuff she asked him?

There should be enough souls left in storage to keep Lucky going. Martyn looked through the mess with Bdubs last night. Bdubs still has a few in his soul pouch, but whether he shares is anyone’s guess. Like Hels he will, Martyn gripes, because Bdubs already made his position quite clear when he caught Cleo offering a feed: That’s the captain’s job. And he’s not the captain.

Really, though? To refuse a kid? Technically Bdubs didn’t refuse Lucky, but Martyn’s not about to ask him to share. Not before exhausting all his options. And maybe not even then.

We prep the nest. I feed the kid. Simple, simple two-step plan. And if it comes to it, there will be no asking. It’ll be a demand straight from his mouth to Bdubs’ ears. And the boss better listen up if he knows what’s good for him.

Their first stop is for more blankets from the wool farm. Last night everyone was restless, off and on the roosting platform for hours. Martyn brought out the board games and Bdubs did a little improv show - a little open mic night - but the fewer souls they’ve got on hand, the more exhausted everyone will get. What’s wrong with a little cuddle pile? Aw, roosting’s such an effort. Nobody says that, but they could! And you don’t grow up to be Martyn InTheLittleWood unless you’ve learned to be prepared.

Mumbo used to compliment me on random stuff in my inventory. Cleo too, but this is Sad Times About Mumbo right now. Martyn is trying very, very hard not to think about Cleo. Just check the moon and her AFK status if you wanna take a crack at why.

“Lucky, keep your hands behind your back. You’ll spook the villagers, remember? They’ll run.”

“Okay.”

“That’s why I wear the hoodie,” Rosejoy says, keeping back. When Martyn shoots a glance at her, debating whether to shoo her even farther off (Because let’s be real, three approaching phantoms would get anyone’s hackles up, even if they’re on foot), she just smiles. “You go on and do your thing. I’m barracking for you.”

The villagers regard Rosejoy with way too much apprehension to approach the fence. Martyn can read it in their shoulders; not even Meriwo will get close, and it’s the village headman. Martyn pulls his hoodie sleeves over his hands and hops the fence the old-fashioned way. He can’t speak the villager language and New Star’s mobs sure as hell aren’t sparked, but he’ll find a way. He’ll use bold gestures with his arms.

“Oh, this’d be so much easier if they didn’t scramble off when they see sign language.” Or if I had BigB and Cleo out here.

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[rebuilding-the-garg]

The Gargantuan Fossil

This post was from the beginning of my project, thus some information I’ve written here is outdated. Please read my recent posts to see up to date information.

The Gargantuan Fossil is one of the most recognizable parts of the mid-portion of Subnautica’s gameplay. Its sheer size strikes both terror and awe into the hearts of players who stumble upon it. It’s unfortunate that only a third of the creature’s fossilized remains can be seen. Even using the Freecam command to check under the map reveals that the rest of the skeleton remains unmodeled. This is all we have of the Leviathan.

“Gargantuan Fossil” is quite the accurate name, considering just a third of this creature’s skeleton measures 402 meters in length, with the creature’s total size being an estimated 1,100-1,500 meters. Just the skull itself is under 100 meters, and our human player character can nestle comfortably in even its smallest eye socket. I would’ve tried to show our human character’s model for a size comparison, but this thing is so large you wouldn’t even be able to see him.

There have been many different reconstructions of this behemoth of a fossil, the most popular being this commission piece made by Tapwing, for the YouTuber Anthomnia, shown below. And while it’s cool, it’s... not all that accurate.

In the past, I actually helped create a Gargantuan Leviathan mod based off Tapwing’s concept, working alongside other incredibly talented artists (who will remain anonymous, they can talk about their experiences as they please) and some... not so savory individuals. I don’t want to be associated with that old Garg. This reconstruction project is both a way for me to move on and make something better than what I had in the past, and to test my skills and knowledge in the various natural sciences.

Although there is a second specimen, the skull of a younger instance, this fossil holds no significant data outside of showing just how small these creatures start out as. As shown in the image below, despite being a much younger instance, our player character could still fit inside the Leviathan’s smallest eye socket, although it wouldn’t be as spacious as its adult counterpart.

The game’s PDA (Personal Data Assistant) states that the Gargantuan Fossil is approximately 3 million years old, which is INCREDIBLY RECENT. For reference, 3 million years ago we still shared the planet with multiple other hominid species like Australopithecus afarensis back in the mid Pliocene. The Subnautica we know today is a byproduct of a mass-extinction of megafauna, such as Leviathans. My guess as to how the Gargantuan got this big is a combination of deep-sea gigantism and an evolutionary arms race against the other megafauna alive during its time, with prey attempting to become larger than its predator to avoid predation, and the predator growing to continue this cycle. When this ancient ecosystem of leviathan-class super predators collapsed, likely because of the meteor that struck Planet 4546B, the Gargantuan Leviathan was out of a substantial food source and went extinct. It could be possible that these creatures even gave live birth due to their serpentine body and massive size, making them too large for life in the shallows, where laying eggs is easiest.

NOW. LET’S TALK ABOUT THE BONES!! It’s important to figure out if the Gargantuan Leviathan had a cartilaginous skeleton or a bony one, so let’s count the bones!!

There’s TWO WHOLE BONES!!! AND IF YOU LOOK NEXT TO IT!! THOSE RIBS ARE BONES TOO!!!! UWAA!!! SO MANY BONES!!!! How can we tell this is bones? It’s simple! Cartilage is rubbery and flexible, so it doesn't fossilize well, while bone is hard and rigid, perfect fossil material!! Cartilaginous skulls also tend to be made up of many little interlocking bones, with bony skulls being made up of only a small handful! 

Another thing I found interesting about the Gargantuan Skull is that it seems to have a ball and socket joint? This could have just been a similar mishap to the top and bottom jaws being fused in the skull’s model, but I’m trying to keep things as close to the original anatomy as possible. The ball and socket joint probably evolved to help with the burden of such a massive and heavy skull and allowing for greater speed and range of motion. In a world full of Leviathan-class predators, being able to have a wide range of motion would be extremely beneficial in locating both potential predators and prey.

Despite its immense size pushing the claim this Leviathan was an apex predator, it sports a small pair of horns, which is unheard of in large apex predators here on Earth. The darker coloration leads me to believe that these aren’t just horn cores, but the entire horn. These horns were most likely used to assist in defending itself against predators while it’s still small and vulnerable. It could also be a possibility they were used for threat displays and territory fights though it seems unlikely due to their small size. Sexual displays are also unlikely since just about every creature in Subnautica seems capable of asexual reproduction, as noted in the PDA entry for eggs. Asexual reproduction seems to be a very ancient basal trait in Planet 4546B’s evolutionary lineage and was most likely evolved to help species persevere even with low numbers and harsh conditions, preventing the dangers of inbreeding.

Overall, the skull’s shape and tooth structure suggest a piscivorous diet (of course it eats fish, the planet’s 99% water), and its shape specifically is reminiscent of an Orca and Redondasaurus. The lack of nostrils stumps me, there’s no openings in the skull aside from its eye sockets, however there’s also no evidence for a gill apparatus. I’m... going to have to come back to that at a later date. Though I personally believe the Gargantuan Leviathan was an air breather due to the lack of evidence for gills.

OKOK, ENOUGH ABOUT THE SKULL ASRIEL, WHAT ABOUT THE RIBS?

WELL... THE RIBS ARE... SOMETHING.

Behold! My very poor photomash of the same two images to show the total approximate length of the Gargantuan Leviathan, and a bad edit to show off what I believe the whole skeletal system would look like! (skeleton image credit)

Despite the game’s PDA describing the Gargantuan Leviathan’s body as “eel-like,” its skeletal structure is more reminiscent of a snake. The ribs show no indication of limbs, so it probably had a dorsal fin similar to eels or sea kraits.

One thing I’ve noticed about the Gargantuan’s ribcage is the existence of what appear to be bony, avian-like uncinate processes, which help the trunk’s muscles pump in and air out of the body, adding onto the idea that this leviathan breathed air. These uncinate processes in diving birds are especially long, which help reinforce the body and musculature, allowing the animal to stay underwater for longer periods of time.

My hypothesis for the role the Gargantuan Leviathan played in its ecosystem is similar to the Sperm Whales of our world, taking in large amounts of air before diving into the depths to fetch their food.

Next week, I’ll be doing more research into the skeleton and possibly beginning work on fleshing the Garg out! If there are any sciencey folks out on Tumblr who want to add their own input, feel free!! I want information!! Correct me if I got anything wrong!!

[deepdreamnights]

Tribute AMV for Dr. Underfang and Mrs. Natalie Nice/Nautilus.

From TyrannoMax and the Warriors of the Core, everyone's favorite Buzby-Spurlock animated series.

After all, who doesn't love a good bad guy, especially when they come in pairs?

Process/Tutorial Under the Fold.

This is, of course, a part of my TyrannoMax unreality project, with most of these video clips coming from vidu, taking advantage of their multi-entity consistency feature (more on that later). This is going to be part of a larger villain showcase video, but this section is going to be its own youtube short, so its an video on its own.

The animation here is intentionally less smooth than the original, as I'm going for a 1980s animated series look, and even in the well-animated episodes you were typically getting 12 FPS (animating 'on twos'), with 8 (on threes) being way more common. As I get access to better animation software to rework these (currently just fuddling along with PS) I'm going to start using this to my advantage by selectively dropping blurry intermediate frames.

I went with 12 since most of these clips are, in the meta-lore, from the opening couple of episodes and the opening credits, where most of the money for a series went back in the day.

Underfang's transformation sequence was my testing for several of my techniques for making larger TyrannoMax videos. Among those was selectively dropping some of the warped frames as I mentioned above, though for a few shots I had to wind up re-painting sections.

Multi-entity consistency can keep difficult dinosaur characters stable on their own, but it wasn't up to the task of keeping the time-temple accurate enough for my use, as you can see here with the all-t-rex- and-some-moving-statues, verses the multi-species effort I had planned:

The answer was simple, chroma-key.

Most of the Underfang transformation shots were done this way. The foot-stomp was too good to leave just because he sprouted some extra toes, so that was worth repainting a few frames of in post.

Vidu kind of over-did the texturing on a few shots (and magenta was a poor choice of key-color) so I had to go in and manually purple-ize the background frame by frame for the spin-shot.

This is on top of the normal cropping, scaling, color-correcting, etc that goes into any editing job of this type.

It's like I say: nearly all AI you see is edited, most of it curated, even the stuff that's awful and obvious (never forget: enragement is engagement)

Multi-Entity Consistency:

Vidu's big advantage is reference-to-video. For those who have been following the blog for awhile, R2V is sort of like Midjourney's --cref character reference feature. A lot of video AIs have start-end frame functionality, but being able to give the robot a model sheet and effectively have it run with it is a darn nice feature for narrative.

Unlike the current version of Midjourney's --cref feature, however, you can reference multiple concepts with multiple images.

It is super-helpful when you need to get multiple characters to interact, because without it, they tend to blend into each other conceptually.

I also use it to add locations, mainly to keep them looking appropriately background-painting rather than a 3d background or something that looks like a modded photo like a lot of modern animation does.

The potential here for using this tech as a force multiplier for small animation projects really shines through, and I really hope I'm just one of several attempting to use it for that purpose.

Music:

The song is "The Boys Have a Second Lead Pipe", one of my Suno creations. I was thinking of using Dinowave (Let's Dance To) but I'm saving that for a music video of live-action dinosovians.

Prompting:

You can tell by the screenshot above that my prompts have gotten... robust. Vidu's prompting system seems to understand things better when given tighter reigns (some AIs have the opposite effect), and takes information with time-codes semi-regularly, so my prompts are now more like:

low-angle shot, closeup, of a green tyrannosaurus-mad-scientist wearing a blue shirt and purple tie with white lab coat and a lavender octopus-woman with tentacles growing from her head, wearing a teal blouse, purple skirt, purple-gray pantyhose. they stand close to each other, arms crossed, laughing evilly. POV shot of them looming over the viewer menacingly. The background is a city, in the style of animation background images. 1986 vintage cel-shaded cartoon clip, a dinosaur-anthro wearing a lab coat, shirt and tie reaches into his coat with his right hand and pulls out a laser gun, he takes aim, points the laser gun at the camera and fires. The laser effect is short streaks of white energy with a purple glow. The whole clip has the look and feel of vintage 1986 action adventure cel-animated cartoons. The animation quality is high, with flawless motion and anatomy. animated by Tokyo Movie Shinsha, studio Ghibli, don bluth. BluRay remaster.

While others approach the scripted with time-code callouts for individual actions.

[saturns-cryptid]

Lovingly wraps up some hi fi rush headcanons for you as a gift. Enjoy

1- While prototyping stuff for 808 Peppermint made a kitten sized test version of her to make sure everything functioned right

2- Despite hitting enemies with it Chai is overprotective of that guitar. That guitar has a name and gets dusted every morning and night and the first time he breaks a string he's So Devastated he has to lie down for an hour

3- he also flips 808 around in his arms like a lil ragdoll whenever she lets him and no one expects her to love it as much as she does. She's just smiling contently while being used like nunchucks

4- Korsica is a sleeper agent of a gamer. She doesnt really game much bc she has work to do oftentimes but the MINUTE she has a controller she is whipping everyone's asses at whatever they're playing. She and CNMN are their greatest assets in lethal company as the only ones who don't get stupid the second they see a monster on screen.

5- Macaron is banger at card games but cannot shuffle for shit. He always passes the cards off to CNMN to shuffle for him and CNMN takes the opportunity to cheat. Bc CNMN is not as banger at card games but he Will find a way to count cards in every game he plays.

5. Cont- Card game night is an entire event at the request of those two. CNMN has entire outfits with the visors and some fake cigars and everything for the occasion for everyone to wear and it somehow makes the table so much more hostile while they play.

tearing into these like a kid on CNY YAYY YAYY

(1) WHERE'S THE BABY NOW HUH /lh... i like to think pepp mighta named that little thang 404 or maybe 8bit.

(2) ??? Is the thing where Chai's guitar turns into a real guitar an actual thing? i thought it was just a visual thing ... either way though, i absolutely believe he's overprotective of that guitar both the scrap one and the one he gets at the very end. i personally hc he named the scrap one Anise and the Vandelay Custom one Clementine. (however, if we weren't sticking to the food theme, my backup names were Simone for the scrap, Calliope for the custom)

(3) SDJKFHSJKG 808 being manhandled is so funny and chai would totally do the (holds cat like gun) meme or do the "petting my cat but more aggressively each pet" trend or maybe spin her around in a circle in bed like this one tiktok i saw way back WBAHWAHBAHWB i love this one

(4) I LOVE THIS ONE... i just know she is banned from mario kart nights LMFAOJFJSKHJSDG. i remember reading this one and i went to go cook and while i was making chicken broth, i was like "wouldn't it be so funny if everyone else just happened to all get a blue shell while she was in first." i think that would be such a funny One in a Million scenario. conversely, I think Macaron and Peppermint would be some of the worse gamers. Chai's pretty decent, but he only ends up dying and stuff because he wants to cause trouble on purpose and on accident but ends up screaming and yelling KORSICA KORSICA HELP HELP MEE HELP NSJKFNSDKJG

(5) i just know the nights where they try and play like modded uno orr like monopoly deal are awful and contrary to Chai and his ability to aggravate, CNMN is ABSOLUTELY the reason why yelling starts and tables are flipped BWAHJBFJHFB. on this note, i also totally think they would do the same thing with board games. monopoly NEVER finishes on time or at all because everyone's either yelling about money being stolen, rent money and properties, and CNMN becoming the 1% every single time

[boxheadpaint]

juice induced hill depression. Back on meds again and hopefully going to get in touch with a new psych who can prescribe me something else. Have been very tired and unjoyful the past week but better now and playing modded Skyrim, initially just to make my oc in it but then just kept slamming more thangs in there. Mod that puts bunny rabbits everywhere. Also is there a mod that adds cute animal ears/suits as wearables or one that even makes the girl armor less sucks. Like im either fully leaning into the immersion breaking for self indulgence sake or im getting rid of the annoying shit.

visiting mom in Vegas earlier this month was nice except for the part where I hate Vegas. I know im not great with travel and settling into places can be a tough one for my brain but also my god it’s just evil there. Brilliantly so but still evil. I would have loved to enjoy the scenery surrounding the place more as deserts are just very beautiful and fascinating places but at no point during the day was the temperature less than a full hundred degrees Fahrenheit. It barely dropped during the night either. Between that and varying physical ailments (Oof Ouch My Digestive Sensitivities Lol) (Oof Ouch My Tendons Lol) (Oof Ouch The Agony Caused By Using Stairs Lol) it was the perfect conditions to be a miserable pile when I wanted to be with my family. As sad I was to part ways again I was not sorry to leave that place. Gained a new appreciation for changing up what I eat randomly to keep my body on its toes. At one point mom brought us to a pub and her husband asked for Diet Pepsi while I asked for regular Pepsi. Visually there’s no difference so we got handed the others pepsi and swapped. And then later after he refilled his Diet Pepsi another waiter came up and wordlessly refilled mine as well. With Diet Pepsi. Wasn’t even asked. Fucking stunned. Also went to a near dead mall that was nice anyway

stuck on brain zaps as a symptom of Specifically antidepressants withdrawal. There’s some things describing them as “mini seizures” in function. To me it’s like the body noticing the usual isn’t happening for some reason so it tries to jumpstart the brain into working good like before. universities I can go to with my theories. Back in and at it this week, hopefully to remain consistent for longer than before which will also likely help with the depression and anxiety. More people should just put stuff in their blood if they can

it can be embarrassing to express your misery more clearly to someone, specifying the fact fact thoughts running through your head. But then again it’s only embarrassing because your mind convinced you so, and will convince you that holding it in is also cruel and selfish. Finding it funny that animals probably don’t have as complex spirals and bouts of depression because they dont have a language to articulate to themselves in their own heads that something is awful in a very specific and contradicting way. Or actually no because there is still pattern recognition but that’s more a paranoia learned thing. Is there an animal that can randomly, for seemingly no reason evident to anyone including itself, experience crushing dread and self doubt. Is there an animal that feels shame besides man

had a tilt table test that was embarrassing too but for much more clear concrete reasons. Somehow didn’t know about that second part, and did complain through most of the first part because Oof Ouch Everything Hurts Lol. REALLY did not know the iv thing and had to once again sadly state that no, It has to go in the hand . I will say the experience was funny in the second part from the other ways because my first reaction was literally just “Uh Oh.” The moment I realized it was going to get worse. all I know is my blood pressure stayed consistent throughout, I don’t know what else im gonna hear about it. Hopefully something helpful.

is setting up an ABLE account difficult? Can anybody do it? It’s an issue dealt with by a lot of people but I should at least try to find a way to save money from benefits for the future or in case some stupid medical shit happens that the health won’t cover. I just looked up and saw Vinny sleeping while propping lubics head up with his foot. Hoping I can enjoy things normally again shortly,

8/26/2024, Still better than july

[theworldvsyoshiko]

So, as I settled in today to prepare for succubus things, I decided that I should take a look at the Steam workshop to see if any weird new Rimworld mods have come out in the past month or so. There were a few mods that probably merit checking out sooner or later, but nothing immediately applicable.

And then I found this.

This ideology addresses two of the biggest issues I had when I was playing Yoshiko. It gives you an on-demand source of new children (via ritual rewards) and it lets you banish them once they become adults. Mood changes are reflected in all of this as you'd expect. After some testing, it also seems pretty reliable to keep an 'older' character around by resetting their age with various methods such as dark rituals. I can have my main character hit 18, eat somebody's youth to reset her age to 13, and she's happy again and exempt from banishment.

But, I did have to do that testing. This is a new mod, so I needed to make sure it wasn't gonna implode. I set up a scenario that starts you off with 13-year-olds, picked out my starting location and stuff... and then started with the wrong character. Like not even on a full run. The wrong character for testing. I wanted somebody with a bazillion skill ranks so they could set up a little base without me having to mess around in godmode. I was trying to get a hyper-competent Succubus or Nekomata.

Instead I got this weird chicken:

Harriet here isn't bad by any standards. She's got decent proficiencies and her traits are great. She's awful at Construction and Plants, which are a real slog to start a settlement without, and also Medical, which is only a nice-to-have until somebody gets an eye shot out. With Very Diligent Student and Great Memory, though, she can pick up just about anything long-term. In the short term she kinda sucks, but she's a little better off than Yoshiko. ... on a personal level, at least. Yoshiko had robots helping her out, which counts for a lot. Harriet's gonna have a lot less food poisoning though, which also counts for a lot.

Harriet's a Lilim, which is... mostly to her advantage.

It's kinda a much more low-key version of succubus. Still unaging past 18, still ridiculously pretty, still delighted by violence, but no blood-drinking, no soul-eating, and no giant demon form henshin. A bit more combat-focused otherwise, though. On the other hand: while Talons means they're better at unarmed combat, it lowers their Manipulation, which is probably the second-most-important stat in the game. (Although I think CE offsets that a bit.)

Since I was testing the ideology anyway, that's safely in place.

Adults have fucked this world up, and it's gonna take a team of teenagers with attitude to fix it.

Features of this ideology include:

Anybody over 18 is fucking dead to these kids. Anybody over 25 has a -70 social modifier with them. They would rather hang out with a 17-year-old who just murdered their best friend than somebody in their late twenties.

Anybody over 18 will be expected to leave the group in short order. There's a ritual for this. If the ritual goes poorly enough, the newly-minted adult might get pissed off and start attacking children. This goes by physical age, not chronological age, so Harriet herself can cheat with a Biosculptor Pod or the Chronophagy ritual. And she will. She starts off with the former, because she's probably gonna hit 18 before she can research either of these.

They have five different styles: Childish, Bushido, Steampunk, Corsair (pirates), and Ocular. Who has time for a cohesive aesthetic when you're going through puberty. let's be fucking steampunk samurai pirates. There are overriding priorities on this stuff, so I might have to shuffle them around to get more than the first one or two to show up.

They have rituals that can summon other children to join them, cause a transport pod with a baby to crash nearby (don't think about it), or enrich the learning of all the kids who participate. I can pretty much recruit kids on demand.

Apart from their intense distrust of adults, these kids are generally pretty moral. However: I twisted the usual ideology rules to give them a gladiator duel ritual. You can't tell me that a settlement of vindictive children wouldn't make adults fight to the death for their own amusement.

[whumpy-wyrms]

The Last Lab Rat #5: Favorite Little Test Subject

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content: lab whump, captivity, drugging, experimentation, torture, needles, begging, restraints, body mods, body horror?, wing whump, noncon touch (nonsexual), test subject whumpee, intimate/creepy scientist whumper

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Today was an important day for Anton. He was going to attempt something that had never been done before, at least that he knew of.

Anton wanted to succeed in what his predecessor couldn’t… But he wasn’t going to make a shapeshifter; that had turned out horribly last time. Sure, the reasoning behind it made sense. Shapeshifting could be the key to immortality: controlling one’s entire body; its shape and its functions, maybe even the chemicals that made up the body itself, becoming immune to bacteria, eternal youth, and etcétera.

Messing with the structure of the human body was important to his goal, but he was going to start slow. Anton didn’t… He wasn’t going to rush things at the cost of the test subject. Dew would learn to accept his role eventually, and then they, together, could accomplish great things.

Immortality was a big goal, and Anton wasn’t even sure it was possible. His whole life, his mentor had prepared him for this, taught him everything he knew. Finding the key to immortality was Anton’s entire life’s purpose.

But so was science. And he didn’t want to rush science, knowing what could happen— and what did happen last time.

Anton hopped out of bed, drank his morning coffee, and did his morning routine of intensely staring out the cabin window into the trees for an hour. Then, it was time for work.

He walked down the stairs to his secret lab. They were in the middle of nowhere, yes, but he still needed to keep his work hidden. The world wasn’t ready for some of the things he created, and he wasn’t ready for all that attention. Nor was he ready for what Pierce would do if he found out Anton told another soul about his lab.

Anton reached the bottom of the stairs, unlocked the door, and flicked on the lights. He’d learned that his test subject had a few sensitivities to light and texture, so he always made sure to dim the lights before any experiments began. Anton knew what it felt like to not be accommodated, to not be treated like a human, and he never wanted to be that kind of person.

Even if he did kidnap an innocent person and was about to conduct an unethical experiment that would permanently alter their body without their consent.

But hey, it’s for science!

Anton looked up through the window into his test subject’s room. The little guy was still sleeping under the bed. Why? Wasn’t it uncomfortable under there? Was he just that scared of being out in the open, where he could be seen by anyone? He reminded Anton of a little mouse in its enclosure, sleeping cozily in a little hide, burrowed under the bedding. It was cute.

“Hello, my favorite little lab rat,” Anton chimed, walking into his test subject’s room. Dew glared at him from where he laid huddled under the bed.

“Aw, don’t be like that!” Anton said, setting the tray of breakfast on Dew’s night stand. “Today’s a very important day for us!”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Dew scowled, crawling out and snatching his food.

“It’s a surprise,” Anton smiled. “Come on, hurry up and eat so we can go to the lab.”

Dew sighed. He learned by now that there was no way out of this, and until his next chance of escaping came, he was going to do whatever Anton asked.

Dew grabbed the food, and started eating- slowly though. He was in absolutely no hurry to go into the lab, especially after the first experiments. But he stopped worrying about whether the food was poisoned or not, because it wouldn’t matter. Like the scientist had said, if he wanted to drug Dew, he’d just do it, there was no point in hiding it in food.

Dew was wide awake, having not spent the entire night staring at the wall. After the scientist figured out his test subject had a slight insomnia problem, Anton started to feed sleeping pills to him every night to get a full night’s rest.

Dew argued against it, promising he’d sleep the whole night, but was always proven wrong. Anton never hesitated forcing a sleeping pill down his captive’s throat when he refused to take it himself. He had tried to “Anton-splain” (what Dew chose to call it) about why sleep was important— both in general and for the experiments— but Dew just responded with a silent glare. He couldn’t remember the last time he slept a full night that wasn’t drug induced.

But that also meant Dew was wide awake now. He had gotten a full night’s rest, and now he was fully aware of every single thing going on around him. He wasn’t tired anymore, he was scared.

“Are you almost done?” Anton asked.

“Yeah, yeah,” Dew said, glaring at his captor. He hesitated a moment before asking, “…How long have I been stuck here anyway?” Dew almost didn’t want to know the answer to that question. Almost.

“A little over two weeks I think, Why do you care?” Anton asked blankly.

“I…” Dew couldn’t believe it. Had it really been that long already? “Is… is anyone l-looking for me…?”

“Nope,” Anton said nonchalantly, as if he hadn’t just shattered Dew’s hope of ever getting rescued. Dew had no reply to that, definitely not believing it for a second, so he continued eating in silence. He wondered what Anton would do to him today, but was too afraid to ask and find out.

Dew finished his food and looked to the ground as Anton restrained him again. “…Will it hurt?” Dew asked, barely a whisper.

“What? Ah,” Anton realized his test subject was asking about his next experiment. He thought about that for a moment before replying, “Yeah, probably a lot. Let’s go, we don’t have time to waste!” Dew numbly nodded his head as Anton grabbed his wrist, leading him out.

Anton left Dew’s room with his little lab rat following behind him, and they went into the lab. He saw Dew wince once he realized they were going straight to the operating table, but he still stayed close behind. Anton beamed, happy his test subject was finally following orders and getting used to his new life.

After the trials from the few days prior, Anton had learned everything he needed about his test subject, and what drugs affected his body in different ways. It was good to know; he wouldn’t want to accidentally inject something into Dew’s system that could hurt him… unless it was part of the experiment, of course.

But those were just small experiments— hardly that, more like a chore. Just a way to see what Dew’s body could and couldn’t handle. This experiment, though, will be far greater.

Anton instructed Dew to lay on the table, and Dew did. Because he was scared what would happen if he didn’t.

This time, things were different. Anton flipped Dew over so he lied on his stomach, facing away from him. He told Dew to take off his sweater to expose his back, which he did, and it was set to the side.

Dew looked behind himself, staring at Anton with wide, confused eyes. The boy didn’t struggle as Anton restrained him, making the straps tighter than last time. Instead of his arms being restrained to his side, they were spread out in front of him, as if making room for… something.

“W-What’s happening? What are you gonna do to me?” Dew asked, eyes already full of tears.

“Relax,” Anton cooed. “It’s a surprise, remember? Now, lay your head down on the table, that’s it.” Anton turned to grab a small pillow, placing it under Dew’s head. “You can scream into that if you need to, the next few moments will be a bit painful.” Anton gently wiped some of Dew’s tears away, and walked behind him, out of his line of sight.

Dew tried to turn his head around, but Anton kept firmly pushing him down before he could get a look at anything, well, besides the giant fucking needle Anton was holding. It wasn’t like the others. It was a huge syringe, filled with a bright green liquid.

“W-Wait, j-just tell me what you’re gonna do!” Dew cried. He would have fainted if he weren’t already terrified.

“Aw, really? It’d be much better as a surprise I think. Now stay still, this is gonna hurt.”

As soon as Anton plunged the syringe into Dew’s back, next to one of his shoulder blades, he screamed. He felt the giant needle force its way through his skin, piercing painfully through his layers of muscle and tendons all the way until it hit bone.

“Pl-please—” Dew was sobbing now, the spasms of his body only sending the needle deeper into his back, scraping his bones. Dew felt every single tiny movement send jolts of pain though his body, unable to do anything but struggle against the tight restraints. “It hurts!”

“Your feeling of pain is crucial for this part of the experiment, Dew.” Anton said as he slowly pressed the contents of the syringe into Dew’s trembling body.

“P-please!” Dew gasped, pain soaring through his body as he felt the needle injecting something into him. It stung, every edge of flesh and muscle and bone it touched felt like it was being poked with thousands of knives, embedding themselves into Dew’s body. “I’ll do anything! I’ll let you inject me w-with anything else! J-just make the pain stop, I-I can’t take it anymore! Pl-please make it stop!”

“It’s tempting, since you’re begging so nicely,” Anton sighed. “But I’m afraid you’re going to have to endure this a little longer. You need to be awake and feeling all of it so you can tell me the effects. But don’t worry, I’ll give you some painkillers later, after it’s all over.” Anton smiled and ruffled Dew’s hair as he continued to cry into the pillow.

Once the amount of mystery whatever it was was injected into Dew’s back, Anton pulled out the giant syringe and poked it into Dew’s other shoulder blade, making an identical injection as the first one. Dew braced himself, but nothing could prepare him for feeling that again. White hot pain erupted through him and he could only scream, hoping for the nightmare to be over.

Anton smiled, the first step of the experiment was done. He moved his little concoction aside, and began preparing the next step. The details of what exactly he injected into his test subject weren’t important, but it was in Dew’s body now, and Anton had to make sure it was prepared to grow safely.

Dew continued to wail and beg and cry and sob through all of this, despite Anton telling him there was nothing he could do to get out of it. The screams were so loud at this point, that it was starting to become distracting for the scientist. So he set down his tools, and stepped to the side, fishing through one of his desk drawers.

“W-what are you doing now?” Dew asked miserably. His eyes went wide in horror as he watched Anton pull out some cloth and a roll of duct tape. “W-wait! Wait- wait no!—”

“Shhh,” Anton cooed. “I know it hurts, but you’re being too loud. Begging won’t work for me right now, so there’s no point in letting you talk. You’ll just hurt yourself with all that screaming.”

“Please, it hurts— I d-don’t wanna—” Dew’s words were cut off and replaced with a whimper as Anton stuffed the piece of cloth into his mouth. He squeezed his eyes shut, tears flowing down his cheeks.

“None of that now.” Anton picked up the roll of duct tape and ripped off a large piece, taping it over Dew’s mouth and wiping away his tears. “Stay still, I’m almost done,” Anton gently patted Dew’s cheek and got back to work.

Anton grabbed a knife, and began to carve into him. The scientist did— what could only be described as rearranging— Dew’s muscles around the two injection sites. Molding him as if he was nothing but a malleable piece of clay. There were a series of procedures, as if the scientist was altering Dew’s anatomy of his shoulder blades and spine, as if he was making room for something.

The pain was unlike anything Dew had ever felt before. He didn’t- he didn’t understand what was happening to him. What did he ever do to deserve this? When will the pain stop?

Dew could only shudder, silently crying into the pillow, his pleads muffled by the gag. Anton gave Dew no time to calm down, getting back to work right away and grabbing more scary looking medical tools.

The next step was closing the wounds. Stitching the skin back together was a hassle when the test subject’s body was racked with sobs, but Anton eventually got the hang of it.

Now he just had to wait for his concoction to do its magic.

Anton walked around the table, taking Dew’s chin in his hands. “We’re done now,” he said, so softly. The scientist carefully pulled off the tape, and removed the cloth from Dew’s mouth. He was still crying, still sobbing, that his words only came out as incomprehensible blabbering. “Shh, let’s get you back to your room.”

Anton removed the restraints, and picked his test subject up in a bridal carry. The poor thing just clutched Anton’s shirt, crying into his chest. He had no idea what was happening to him.

The scientist gently laid Dew on his bed, pulling the blankets over him. “You can rest now… You might want to sleep on your side too. Well, I guess you already know that.”

“P-please, it hurts, please make the pain stop,” Dew begged.

“I can’t, sorry Dew. Not until this experiment is over, I need to know everything you feel, everything that’s happening to you.”

“Wh-what is happening to me?”

“You’ll know soon enough, and it will be extraordinary. But I will warn you, the pain will probably only get worse before it gets better. Now rest, I’ll be sitting right here if you need me.” Anton sat, cross legged on the wooden chair in the corner, clipboard in hand. Dew was turned away from him, so he didn’t notice that Anton was writing something down, occasionally glancing up at Dew’s back, as if he was expecting something to happen.

. . .

After a few hours of waiting in silence, nothing seemed to happen. Dew couldn’t fall asleep and Anton didn’t want him to, in case there was a sensation he should know about. But eventually, they both needed to sleep. So when it became apparent that whatever he was expecting to happen wasn’t going to happen yet, Anton gave Dew some sedatives and said goodnight.

The next day was almost no different. Dew refused to talk besides begging for something to relieve the pain, which was getting worse. But that was the only thing that was changing- so far.

A couple days later, Dew said that he could feel something in his back, as if something was “growing” inside of him. This was the confirmation Anton was waiting for that made him know he’d done it.

Though, the process was much longer than Anton had anticipated. It didn’t take a few hours, not even a couple days, it took weeks. Long, agonizing, painful weeks of something growing from Dew’s back, slowly and painfully ripping through his tendons and flesh and everything around it.

Dew awoke one night to a sharp, searing pain around his shoulder blades, erupting through his skin and down his spine. He screamed in agony, frantically looking around in the darkness until his eyes landed on the camera still above the door to the room.

Anton came rushing in instantly. “Dew, are you okay?!” He asked, frantically turning the lights on and looking over Dew’s back with fascination, of all things.

“S-something’s happening—” Dew flinched as Anton came closer, but didn’t resist letting the scientist look him over.

“How does it feel, Dew?” Anton asked, holding Dew’s trembling shoulders and staring at whatever was growing out of his back.

“It hurts, please, just tell me what’s happening to me?” Dew cried, curling up on his bed and bringing his knees to his chest.

“Wings, Dew,” Anton’s hand gently grazed over a white feather sticking out of the small appendage that had erupted from Dew’s back. “You’re growing wings.”

. . .

Dew didn’t understand what was happening to him. Everyday was pain and agony now, as a pair of huge, feathered, fucking wings grew from his back. He didn’t believe it at first, he couldn’t.

The days were spent with Dew mostly in the lab, sitting on that cold, metal table while Anton admired his new creation.

It was small at first, hardly a few feathers and new, fuzzy skin peaking its way through Dew’s flesh, and then it kept growing. After they were out, they didn’t seem to stop. The wings tore their way through his flesh, filling Dew with excruciating pain as his skin and muscle ripped around them. The wings grew from his bones, moving and breaking them inside his body— as if his entire body was changing shape to acclimate his new limbs— his existing bones becoming lighter- hollow, spine changing shape as the wings continued to grow from his back, tearing at his shoulders and neck as more muscle and bone was moved out of the way, making room for the wings.

More feathers started to grow from the wings, giving Dew a whole new feeling he couldn’t describe. It felt like needles, like his new nerves were on fire as each feather sprouted from the skin, becoming itchy and so so sensitive. Dew had feeling in his wings— a bizarre new feeling for bizarre new limbs— every single touch or poke or graze he felt, and it hurt.

What made it worse was that Anton didn’t seem to stop touching them.

The scientist never left Dew’s side. Every second was spent with him admiring his work, touching and petting the feathery appendages growing from his test subject’s back, proud that his experiment was a success. He had no care in the world that Dew hated every second of it.

Anton never stopped asking questions. “Can you feel them? Can you control them? What do they feel like? Describe the feeling for me?” Dew could only scowl and reply coldly, knowing that the scientist wouldn’t stop asking his endless amount of questions and conducting his endless amount of tests.

Sometimes Dew asked what was happening to him, to his body. To his horror, the scientist answered in detailed descriptions of ripping flesh, twisting bones and how amazingly his body seemed to be adjusting itself to Dew’s new wings.

With all his pain and sensitivity, and the giant mass of flesh and feathers growing from Dew’s back, he couldn’t hide from Anton under the bed anymore. He could hardly cover himself with a blanket, with every single touch feeling so sensitive to his feathers and back. He ate a lot, more than usual, needing the nutrients for the new bones and muscles growing back there.

As well as it just hurting, all the time, it was also extremely itchy, the feathers tickling his nerves and causing the inside of his body to itch as well. When Dew’s wings got bigger and more feathers started to sprout, it was hard to comprehend the new feeling in his new limbs. He couldn’t describe how he felt, as if his brain was also trying to adjust to this new, alien part of himself now.

Whatever was happening to him, Dew didn’t want to think about it anymore. He’d do anything to make the pain stop, as he’d been telling Anton for the few weeks this had been going on for.

Dew was tired of resisting everything Anton was doing to him, and realized that here, in this fucked up lab underground, he’d be in pain a lot. It was a fact that he’d have to get used to. Dew realized that until he escaped, he’d do whatever Anton wanted. Anything, anything to make the time he was being forced to spend here slightly easier and less painful.

So one night, as Anton was checking his vitals, taking blood samples and doing more tests, Dew decided he needed a distraction from the pain. So he started talking to the scientist.

Dew’s goal was to find out any information he could about the guy, anything would be helpful in getting out of here. But he also yearned for some kind of normalcy. It’s been so long since he had a normal conversation with another human, he’d do anything at this point.

“Anton?” Dew began. His captor looked up from his clipboard, surprised to hear Dew’s voice in a tone that wasn’t the confused, miserable, begging mess it had been the past couple weeks.

“Yeah?”

“When will… my w-wings (it was still so strange for Dew to use that word to describe something apart of his body)- stop hurting?” He asked. “I-I know you want me to feel it all and tell you all about it, but-but it hurts. A-and I don’t know how long I can take it anymore.” Dew tried not to cry as he was talking. He was tired of crying.

“Dew, your body is still adjusting to itself. I honestly thought this would be a much faster process.” Anton sighed. “I didn’t intend for this to take weeks. But now that it is, I can’t do anything about it but wait. No human has ever gone through something like this; you should be happy you have the opportunity to feel something like your own wings.”

Dew just nodded, numbly. Now that he was talking again, after weeks of either silence or blabbering pleas, Dew couldn’t stop himself. He hated conversing with his captor, feeling like it meant he was accepting his life here, but he couldn’t not distract himself from the pain or boredom any longer.

“Why did— why’d you decide to give me wings anyway?” Dew asked.

“Hmm,” Anton thought about how much he should reveal. “Just felt like it, I guess.”

“Oh.”

“Any more questions?” Anton tilted his head, assuming his lab rat would shy away from interacting with him any more than he needed to- like he always did.

“So, do you um, h-have any hobbies?” Dew cringed, great start.

“Um,” Anton seemed taken aback by the question as well, setting his work down and focusing all his attention on his now talkative test subject, who was anxiously kicking his dangling legs back and forth where he sat on the table. “I’ve dedicated my life to science, which is really the only ‘hobby’ I have.”

“Oh.” Obviously, Dew thought. “How old are you anyway?”

“26.”

“Really?”

Anton nodded, rolling his eyes with a smile. “Awfully talkative today, aren’t we?”

“I-I dunno,” Dew said, looking down. “I’m tired of being scared of you,” it came out barely a whisper, Dew wasn’t even sure if he said it out loud.

But the scientist had heard it. Anton tilted his head, and Dew flinched as he stood up. Anton walked to one of the cabinets and pulled out a jar of some kind. Dew didn’t care to keep watching; whatever weird science device his captor was going to test on him next couldn’t be worse than what he’d been through already. He’d rather not know. Dew brought his knees to his chest, and wrapped his arms around them.

“You’ve been good today, here,” Anton held something out towards Dew, avoiding eye contact. Dew took a glance, and timidly reached up for it.

“A- a cookie?” Dew asked. This had to be a trick, right? It wasn’t time for dinner yet, and the scientist never gave Dew any food besides during those three same times, and it was never anything like this.

“Yeah, chocolate chip, from my secret stash. Don’t ask for more though.”

“Gee, thanks.”

Was the scientist giving Dew a treat for being good? Dew shuddered at the thought, but ate the cookie nonetheless. It had been so long since he’d eaten any sweets, and he couldn’t help but smile.

“You’re acting different today,” Anton said. “Are you finally coming around about this place?”

“N-no,” Dew said, swallowing the last bits of the cookie. It was fucking good, but he’d never tell Anton that.

“Oh,” Anton said dryly. “Then what’s up with you?”

“It just- it’s boring…” Dew began. “Just- the only thing I do all day is sit here being poked and prodded, and then I’m alone in that room with nothing to do. And- and I miss talking to people,” Dew blinked back tears. “I miss the sky. I miss my pets. I miss- m-my friends.” He wrapped his wings around himself, like a cozy blanket, and cried.

Anton tilted his head, scribbling something in his notes. “Your wings- did they just do that on their own? As if sensing your emotions and acting on instinct?” Anton had been trying to help Dew control his wings, but to no avail. They were still too new, painful, awkward or confusing for Dew to control by himself, and this was the first time they’d moved in a way that had meaning, that wasn’t random jagged twitches. “Also, you can talk to me, you know,” He shrugged. “If you didn’t make everything so hard by resisting so much, you might even enjoy my company. All we really have here is each other.”

Dew stilled, taking a deep breath. He thought for a moment, how long he’d been here for— maybe four weeks? Fuck, that was insane. He remembered trying- and failing- to escape the second day. And now it had been about thirty.

It wasn’t like he didn’t try. He literally couldn’t. Not with him drugged up out of his mind while recovering from top surgery. And then after that, he was tested on again, while also sleep deprived. And now he had wings growing out of his back taking a huge toll on his body, making him hardly unable to move by himself for long periods of time. The days passed in a blur, and now it had been almost a month.

Almost a month trapped here. As much as he couldn’t believe it, it was the terrifying truth Dew was forced to accept. It meant that the likelihood of people searching for him was dwindling, and his friends were worried, and his pets felt like he abandoned them. And everything was wrong. Why had he let a month slip by like that? Why hadn’t he tried escaping again? Because of the pain? Because Anton was by his side every second he was free from his cell, and restrained by either chains or the pain itself, keeping Dew from moving an inch away from his captor?

“I just…” Dew looked up at Anton, wide wide, sad eyes. “I miss my home. And my friends. And it’s destroying me. I dunno what to do.“

“Aw,” Anton cooed, excusing Dew’s mention of his old life just this once. “Don’t feel sad, Dew. Look at yourself, look how far we’ve come. You have wings, Dew. You should be happy. And hey, I think pretty soon you’ll be able to try flying, how does that sound?” Anton patted Dew’s shoulder, smiling down at him.

Dew just simply shrugged, looking at the ground.

“Me and you, we can accomplish great things together. We already have. You as my lab rat, and me as the scientist, we are unstoppable.” Anton picked up a needle, noticing how Dew’s wings seemed to wrap tighter around his shoulders. “Now, spread out your wings, I wanna test something.”

. . .

Eventually, the pain did fade. Dew gained more control over his wings, and his body grew used to it’s new limbs that were forced upon it. All the extreme discomfort and sensitivity died down a little, and Dew felt back to normal after a few more days.

Well, as normal as he could be with giant white feathery wings on his back. Dew grimaced, huddled on the bed in the room, thinking about all the terrible things the scientist could do to him that he didn’t even think was possible before. Dew watched the scientist leave, looking more excited than ever as he hummed a strange tune, skipping out of the lab and high-fiving himself. Dew grimaced. When Anton wasn’t a terrifyingly powerful scientist, he acted like a harmless, silly guy.

But even though his body didn’t hurt anymore, Dew still couldn’t hide from Anton under the comfort of his bed. For the first time in Dew’s life, he felt claustrophobic in such a small, dark space. He felt the need- the instinct- to stretch out his wings comfortably, and not have them huddled up so close to his body anymore. He needed to take care of them as if they were a part of him. Because, well, they were now.

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Dew’s got wings now :) yay

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V5 is nearing completion!!

Today, I am finishing up my list of the last mods I am planning on adding to V5! This is a momentous occasion! I began work on V5 in February or March of this year, and now as it is nearing completion, I am in awe of what I have created! The Washburn Edition is EVERYTHING I wish Sims 4 had been. With a stable game, expansive and immersive gameplay, and heavily improved graphics all running on my little Samsung Galaxy laptop!

I created my Washburn Edition Mods list out of my passion and frustration with the Sims 3, and my vision and hope of what this game could become. This game has gotten me through so many rough patches in my life, as I know it has for all of you. It has been and continues to be my privilege to bring this game into the present and support it into the future!

I still have a LOT of work ahead of me. A lot of testing and fine tuning, and eventually formatting the Mods List before release. Unfortunately, I haven't had much time to work on it, make a new YouTube Video, or even play the game. I have a lot of changes going on in my life right now -all positive!- and it hasn't left me with very much spare time for my passions.

Thank you as always for all of your support on this project!

I will keep you updated as often as I can!!

Link to my most recent YouTube Video!