#it's not grey or blue like ea's

[treefish]

i made my own hair color system!

[suzukiblu]

Day seven of February’s second weekly WIP behind the cut, final day ( and still TECHNICALLY in before midnight!! ); “mistaken identities and interdimensional refugees”. (( chrono || non-chrono ))

“Well, we’ve arrived at your final resting place, Mr. Kent and young Mr. Kent,” Alfred informs them mildly as he turns off into the driveway up to Wayne Manor, which absolutely cannot actually be the local Bruce Wayne’s actual base of operations. Kon doesn’t care if the dude thinks he’s a version of Clark, there is no Batman who would just bring a couple of strange Kryptonians home without at least locking some blue K on them, whether one of them is a scared ten year-old or not, and the local blue kryptonite won’t even work on them! 

Except the moment the car stops in front of the front door and he can focus his TTK without the wheels spinning blurring anything, he absolutely can in fact feel the Batcave and all the connected cave systems that are sprawling underneath the place and clearly, like, functional and active. 

Really, he could feel that even through the wheels, they weren’t going anywhere near fast enough to actually blur his senses, but he just assumed he was somehow hallucinating that or something. Except he is definitely not, because he definitely does feel it. His X-ray vision is blocked by lead-heavy mineral deposits and there’s soundproofing and temperature control in the way of his super-hearing and infrared vision and knowing Batman there’s probably some random magic shit he got Zatanna to set up mixed in there, but his TTK can still feel a very obvious Batcave down there without even trying. 

Which, like–TTK is not really a power most people know to plan for or know how to plan for, given it’s basically just him and Match who have any remotely-developed versions of it and Match’s is kinda fucked-up with some of the degradation issues and all, and even red sun and kryptonite don’t totally cancel it out–plus those both have to be directed at him to do anything anyway, not his TTK itself–so like, yeah, in a reality where he maybe does not even actually exist–apparently does not even actually exist–prooooobably the local Batman did not ever solve that particular puzzle, no. 

This is definitely a trap. This has gotta be a trap. 

Alfred gets out and opens the car door for them with a polite incline of his head and Kon gets absolutely zero bad vibes off him, and has literally no idea what the fuck is going on with this weird-ass reality. 

“Okayyyyy,” he says slowly, and gets out of the car. Jon gets out behind him and grabs the back of his jacket, pressing up close against his back. Alfred closes the door; gives them both a pleasant little smile. 

“Allow me to get the door,” he says as he heads for said door, and also: “Earl Grey or oolong?” 

“Assam,” Kon says at the exact same time as Jon–zero percent surprisingly–says “Ceylon,” because all else aside, that was absolutely a test. Alfred never serves a guest Earl Grey unless he wants them to fuck off immediately and can’t be trusted to make oolong without putting milk in it, which is a crime against a drink that Kon doesn’t even particularly like but also a crime that he absolutely cannot handle right now. 

“Of course, sirs,” Alfred says, sparing them both a briefly thoughtful look before opening the door and holding it for them. Kon doesn’t really know what to take from that; did the guy expect something different? 

. . . actually, what does Clark drink when he comes over, Kon genuinely does not even know, he has been in the Batcave maybe four or five times max, and basically every single one was an apocalypse-level scenario that Batman was not actually on-planet for, except for the one time it was an apocalypse-level scenario that Kon was the only Kryptonian-class heavy-hitter who was League-vetted on-planet for. Which sure had been . . . an experience, as an experience. Like, a very weird and annoying and frustrating experience. Also Luthor’d already hacked his comms earlier that day to say some snide bullshit and try to boss him around about how to deal with said apocalypse, so that hadn’t really helped with his mood at the time either. 

But yeah, either way, he’s definitely never drunk Bat-tea with Clark. He’s pretty sure he’s only seen the dude drink coffee or whatever Ma’s got the kettle, in fact. So like, god knows what Alfred’s even thinking right now, because given Kon’s luck he either picked the exact thing Clark always drinks or something Clark just straight-up fucking hates. 

Probably the latter, given, again, Kon’s luck. 

This is totally a Bat-trap and they are totally gonna die here and he is totally gonna be embarrassed as fuck about it, he thinks resignedly, and then just heads into the manor with Jon still basically clinging to his back and seeming nervous again. 

“Thanks, man,” he says to Alfred, and then feels–

Oh, okay. That’s actually even weirder, Kon thinks, and tips back his head to blink up at the landing at the top of the entryway stairs where a presumably-local-but-who-knows Dick Grayson is leaning over the railing with a delighted grin on his face along with the “even weirder” sight that is a Jason standing next to him and squinting down at them speculatively. Like, a Jason in civilian clothes and the actual manor, not in vigilante-grade kevlar and the Batcave.  And like, he’s a lot less ripped than Kon’s version of the dude–like way more slender and maybe even a few inches shorter, which: what the fuck?–but he’s undeniably a Jason Todd. 

Also his hair’s black? Like. Fully black, no white streak or anything? 

So yeah, weird, Kon notes. 

Alright, well, maybe somebody’ll explain why there’s a Jason Todd who’s apparently willingly here to him after the local Batman shows up so he can explain himself to the whole Bat-belfry at once as opposed to having to go through multiple repeats of the same information and also, again, just in case this reality or this Bruce Wayne happen to be clone-racists or what the fuck ever or just have any opinions about “biological determinism” or any bullshit like that. Because that is still very much a conversation he wants to have in person and not–

“Oh my god, has Dad seen you yet?” Dick asks with a gleeful cackle, leaning even farther forward over the railing, and Kon blinks, a little startled. 

“You call him Dad?” he asks in reflexive bemusement, and Dick snickers at the question and folds his arms on the railing with an artful shrug. 

“Well, not in front of Vicki Vale and her peers or anyone with a recording device, but yeah,” he replies easily. “Take it your personal reality’s a couple decades behind ours, though.” 

“Actually–” Kon starts, though he has literally no idea how he’s gonna finish, but Jason’s already leaning forward too, bracing his hands on the rail and wrinkling his nose with a dubious expression. 

“Jesus fuck, who let twunk Uncle Clark wear designer?” he snorts. 

. . . okay then. 

“My date to the gala I was at before the multiverse got drunk and fell off its ass bought it for me,” Kon replies incredibly, incredibly dryly. Dick and Jason both blink in their own obvious bemusement, their heads cocking in opposite directions. 

“Your date bought it for you,” Dick repeats slowly. “For a Gotham gala.” 

“Yeah,” Kon says. 

“How the fuck did Aunt Lo afford that getup?” Jason asks, looking even more bemused. 

“She did not,” Kon says, because fuck it, whatever. “Like, Lois is cool and all but I could not handle her. Also, she is very, very married to both her Pulitzer and her husband. But my boyfriend's love language is 'spending his vast family fortune on unnecessary amounts of gift-giving', so like, not so much a concern?” 

“Your boyfriend?” Jason repeats incredulously, and Jon frowns in confusion and peers up at Kon’s face. 

“You’re not dating Mom yet?” he asks. “Mom married somebody? And you date–boys? That’s, like–okay?” 

“It is very okay, actually, but I reiterate: I am not Superman,” Kon says with a sigh as he gives the kid’s head a heavy pat, given it’s about the eightieth time he’s said it by now. “But also I don't wanna explain myself to every single Bat in the belfry one by one, so could we maybe convene somewhere and I can riff up a metaphorical Power Point or something?” 

“Uncle Clark, are you dating our dad?” Dick demands, looking torn between further delight and low-key horror. Kon stares at him. 

Alright, he probably brought that one on himself, considering. 

[tricoufamily]

willoughby hair overlays redux

pre swatch update, i made these hair overlays. now those are pretty much obsolete, except for old cc hair, so i made some new ones! the original swatches are included in this untouched, so you can just delete the old version from your mods folder

click for no reshade pictures

as i said last time, it won't work perfectly with every hair, that wouldn’t even be possible

hair bows, clips, headbands, and other hair accessories will likely also change colors

not intended for ombre hairs. but it actually looks pretty cool sometimes tbh

versions located under brow ring (left), mouth crease, and tattoo (upper chest)!

doesn’t affect eyebrows or facial hair so strictly maxis match ppl look out

highly recommend using a custom hairline

works for all ages and frames. won't work well with infants, though (the non-cc hairs at least)

base game compatible

disabled for random

the black is for when the ea non-blue black is grey for no reason 🤢. the original black overlay is ok but sometimes i find it makes that swatch too dark and you lose detail in the texture. this black is just a little less intense. so i recommend that one for the non-blue black and the original for the blue black swatch!

download (sfs)

[babybeesims]

Cute Family Bulletin Board – with two swatches that have the cutest Sonny Angels & Labubu collectable magnets!

The Sims 4 family bulletin board is super useful for gameplay (setting curfews, chores, and family schedules), but, it's actually hideous and I was sick of staring at it so I did my best at a cute, pastel recolour. I wasn't sure how to change the grey section that lights up and times down in-game so if you know an easy way, feel free to drop a comment!

Parenthood Game Pack

💫 Includes: — 5 new recolors of the EA family bulletin board — 1 pastel swatch featuring Sonny Angel collectable magnets — 1 pastel swatch with Labubu collectable magnets — 1 pink theme with heart cake magnets — 1 blue theme with cute matching — 1 yellow theme with cute matching magnets

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[splashstar01]

Similarities between Merthur & book!Drarry:

-Consists of a dark-haired 'Chosen' wizard who saves everyone.

-One has jet black hair, the other blonde. (Draco and Harry don't both have blue eyes-- Draco has grey eyes, Harry green ones.)

-Argumentative but actually would be in so much emotional pain to see the other hurt.

-HAVE INSANE SEX-UAL CHEMISTRY. ;___;

-Super-duper obsessed with each other. Like, stalker level.

-Only 1 inch height difference.

-Blonde one is more argumentative, dark haired one is sassy.

-The girl (Gwen, Ginny) is treated like mother-replacement rather than lover.

-Totally gay rather than bi. No real interest in opposite sex. (Harry's POV in the books, he's only thinking about how good-looking other men are & avoids girls. Crush on Ginny is subpar vs his much bigger crush on Cho which still PALES in comparison to obsession with Draco, who is even more obsessed with him but we don't get Draco's POV....which is very telling of how gay they are written).

-Have sexual moments (like Harry getting hit in the head with luggage becos he couldn't stop staring at Draco changing... ahem & Merthur is FULL OF THESE MOMENTS)

-Can't stop staring at each other. Or talking about the other. Like, literally they're ea others' favorite topic.

-ALL OTHER CHARACTERS KNOW. (all of Camelot knights, etc., and literally all of Hogwarts students, parents, teachers & even Voldemort know. -_-)

-Are soulmates.

-Canonically written as in love in the Source material, whether or not they are canon--their characters are actually in love with each other.

But i get it, if you don't want to read the books. That's why I've compiled The Drarry Bible, for non-readers and readers alike. I wrote it specifically for non-readers, where I tried putting in as much context as possible for non-readers to follow along. :) It's filled with all Drarry quotes & metas <3 I've already sent it out to the Drarry fandom ofc, but I thought the Merthur fandom might be interested in another epic ship. :D

(Currently Drarry & Merthur are my two greatest obsessions lol.)

For more similarities between the ships:

-Just want so desperately to be BFFs... & ofc more.

-Fathers disapprove. Mothers are one of most fervent shippers.

-Opposites attract.

-Consist of at least one wizard.

-Dads are mean/bad people. Moms are kinder and sweet.

-Saved each others' lives more than once.

-Risked their lives to save each other.

-Forbidden romance.

[papermint-airplane]

I remade some of the sorority sisters

I thought I got all of them but apparently one escaped.

For now. 😈

Anyway, I changed their faces, makeup, and hair. I didn't touch the clothes because I didn't want to be here for the next 93 years. Also ignore the fact that some of them are clearly in their nightclothes. I was doing this at night.

And if you're wondering why some of them have drastically different eye colors in the after shots, the game was really, really determined to make some of them werewolves for some reason and when I reset them to human, the eye color changed to this hideous Sims 2 broken mesh blue and I had to fix it. I tried to get them back to their original eye color but for some of them, I just forgot what that color was. 🤷‍♀️ We know these bitches are just props, anyway. It doesn't matter.

Paris Vanderbuilt

I shaved the jaw down a bit but not much. I like how much she looks like the real Paris Hilton, facial feature-wise at least. Someone on the Sims team really understood the assignment. Now, why they were assigned that particular prompt in the first place, I don't know. But they nailed it. I tried to keep a little bit of that around but I might have gone a tiny bit overboard. At least her makeup is better. It couldn't possibly have gotten worse. That could be the fault of my default makeup replacements but those colors are all EA, I'm afraid.

Lauri Hayword

An absolute cutie. Look at her! She is so baby. I shaved the jaw down again, but I didn't really change anything else. I left her nose alone because it's such a cute nose but I shrunk the glasses a little so they didn't clip into her flesh. I've had glasses that have clipped into my flesh before. Not a great experience.

Ashley DeSorrento

This bitch is my nemesis. For some reason, every single time I play university, she is an absolute shitbag to my Sims. I have no idea what her problem is. Anyway, I felt no qualms about giving her total reconstructive surgery and I hope she suffered throughout the process. It was around this time that I started to notice whoever made these Sims really like a strong jaw. I can't blame them, I like strong jaws, too, especially on ladies, but uh...Ashley looks like Bruce Timm Batman. I'm not super happy how she turned out but at least her original features weren't as bad as...

Hanna Germanotta

I want to know who had a grudge against this girl's eyelids. They clearly had beef. Do you see the top eyelid? How it comes TO A POINT?! Eyelids do not eyelid that way!!! What in the hell is this?! Anyway, she's the one I did the most to. I could not let that poor girl exist in that state any longer. Does she look like the original Sim? No. And that's a good thing. *points at original Sim* Tell me that's not a good thing. I fucking dare you.

Samantha Grey

By contrast, Samantha is one of the ones I did the least to. Did you know she's secretly really cute? I shrunk that lantern jaw down a little and made the nose a bit bigger but she was pretty much good already.

[carolldesign]

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[the-consortium]

There was laughter on the wind here, out on the fringes of the Opphon plain, as the veil began to break down. Warpfire, re-entry heat and the cataclysmic death of titans had burned back the snow as far as the northern foothills, where the Iron Fists had died. The path of their retreat was marked by a trail of broken bodies and smoldering tanks, a fresh road stretching out from the wreck of the Cestus Relictor, to the ugly looking barbican that guarded the mountain pass. The broken ship squatted darkly amidst a forest of smoke columns; the first wave landing craft downed by its colossal guns, but even now, lesser warbands were no doubt crawling through its halls in search of prizes, plunder and prisoners. The sons of Fulgrim had watched the battle from afar, like vultures waiting to see which duelling beast became carrion. There had been a pleasance to the ebb and flow of it, the way the line of grey bloomed and sparkled with muzzle flashes and detonations each time the infernal tide rolled in upon them. Each murder of a titan was a slow, graceful affair, punctuated by energy discharge that dazzled and slashed their way through the smoking air. The dreadnought was not hard to find. They'd watched as the gunship was gutted as it tried to hasten survivors back to the safety of the mountains. The bodies had scattered like dark pollen from the riven craft, but the single fruit, the larger shape, had fallen faster, throwing up dust and soil as it bounced and rolled and ploughed its way across the plain. There was not much left of it at the end of the furrow such fall had carved, but there was still a sparking, guttering sense of life within the crumpled wreck. The golden gauntlet sigil of the Iron Fists chapter had been torn off along with its arms, but the name, 'Syrak', was still legible on the sarcophagus lid, in spite of the dark, viscous fluid that marred the lettering it as it trickled from the vision-slit down into the dark earth. As the figures approached, there was a whine of broken servos and a series of unpleasant clunks from within the wreck. Slowly, falteringly, the mangled vox-modulator churned out a stuttering sequence of words, carrying neither emotion nor any sense of recognition of the figures that surveyed it. "Cousi-i-i-ns. Do not. Lea-ea-ea-ea-eave me hhhhhere."

"Of course it's far from me to pass a verdict here … I'm not someone who needs to pass judgement on others …" A brief silence, then a harsh laugh at his own joke, which continues for quite a while before it dies away with a chortle. Accompanied by quiet words in a language that is more of a hiss than actual syllables. "… but in general, I wonder whether earlier intervention would not make for a much better harvest. Not to mention the fact that we are damaging other people's image here."

The person at whom the words are obviously directed due to sheer physical proximity does not reply. Instead, he continues to work on finding a good approach vector to the dispersing battlefield that won't cause the aggressive gunship to rebel too much if he denies it prey, while remaining inconspicuous.

Instead, an answer comes from further back: "And by better harvest, you don't mean select cruelty and silly new skin garments, do you?" - "Pah! I'm always fighting prejudice here." Waving it off and then ramming the midnight blue helmet with the bat wings onto his head.

"There's a very good reason why the Chief Apothecary didn't send any of our purple friends here. All tactical discipline falls out of their heads as soon as they see the opportunity to interfere in a battle and make a spectacle of themselves. Waiting and striking surgically - that really doesn't suit them anymore." - "Yes, yes, yes. Precision and boredom. When did that happen?" - "You can discuss it with him when we get back. I'll make some popcorn and watch this conversation from a safe distance."

For a while, there is only a busy silence as the three Apothecaries finish equipping themselves and force the angrily protesting gunship to land in a crater left by a Titan's footstep in the churned-up mud of the battlefield.

Everyone not only arms themselves, but also adds several extra canisters for Gene Seed to their belts. Then they open the ramp, taking advantage of a moment of distraction when the ship wouldn't shoot at them out of sheer fury and spite, and run crouched to the nearest remnant of wall. One shadow in scuffed black, one in well-maintained metal with yellow and black accented stripes, and one in midnight blue.

They orientate themselves and then start systematically scanning the battlefield. Their prize is what is always needed in the Eye of Terror. Harvested compassionlessly but not cruelly. The last mercy given without engaging in the maelstrom of mysticism that has spread tumour-like through the galaxy in the time since their rebellion failed so resoundingly.

None of the three believe in anything that could be called fate or predestination. And yet, after about half an hour, the small canisters full of dripping tissue, they find themselves almost simultaneously at what is, in a strange way, a burial site. The second time.

„Cousi-i-i-ns. Do not. Lea-ea-ea-ea-eave me hhhhhere.“

"Huh," Skalagrim mouths in astonishment.

"Look at that, a playmate for Diomat! Can I keep him?" laughs Duco, his rasping laugh once again making him so uncomfortably similar to his Sire.

Tzimiskes sighs.

Finally Skalagrim steps right up to the fallen dreadnought. Tilts his head. Looks to Tzimiskes, "Can you do anything with him?"

The Iron Warrior shrugs his shoulders, but nods. All three look at their Narthetica at the same time, check their readings and begin to stabilise the fallen old man. They don't have to coordinate much. Every move is perfect. After a while, Tzimiskes rises and disappears in the direction of the hollow, where Butcher Bird is bored and probably in an even worse mood than usual.

Duco injects several different sedatives and coagulants and says in a paternalistic manner: "Well, my old friend, now tell Uncle Doctor - where are we from and what year are we living in?"

[nectar-cellar]

My loving all your hair edits! Thank you for sharing with us! With your defaults, would replacing the texture with another default work? EAs isn't always my favorite to use.

thank you :)

for the EA hair edits i'm currently using a texture by pooklet, it isn't the EA one.

if you want to change the texture:

if you have a retexture of, say, the late night slicked back hair already, you can leave that in your overrides folder and put my late night hair default in your packages folder. my hair default *should* take on the retexture in the overrides folder. this won't work for the non default standalone files though.

another method:

use s3pe, open the package of a hair retexture you like. for example this could be the EA hair retextures done by oneeuromutt or ifcasims. export the diffuse (white hair texture) and control (red/green/blue texture) textures. you can also export the specular (black hair texture) and normal map (grey, semi-transparent texture). save the textures to a folder.

use s3pe, open the hair package of mine you want to edit. right-click on the existing diffuse, control, etc. textures, click on "replace", then select the textures you want to replace them with from the folder. save and close the package.

[lilac-rose-writes]

FIRST FIC OF THE YEAR!!! ft @stars-artacc @mattdrawssometimes @strangerofartisticvalue l*roy ol*ver mr h*xley & loserboy h*go xx

Oliver did not know where he was. It was very strange and remotely oval-shaped. Ovular, so to speak. Not like oviduct ovular, moreso ROUND. Oilver was not partial to roung. it rememende him of the round bouncy balls he was hit wiht as a chid for his insolence.

A really big snake reared its great head. we're talking BIYVG BIG here brestie. huge ahh cobra. it was green adna little bit ugly but not as ugle as oliver. he glared at it to assert his dominanc eas an alpha wolf, btu as is was a snake it did not understand his canine languege :ALPHASIGMA:.

"What th e freAK is this!?" asked a sudedn ovice. oliver whirled aorun to face it, his boring grey eyes narrowing in suspicion, only to focu son.... an entirely unassuming oboxioucois young man. Wiggly mini snakes of dark hair squirmied over irritating blue eyes. Oliver fetl an odd sort of kindred fspirit with the weird little man.

THESE ANAIMASL DONT LOSTEN NO NOT ONE LITTLE BIT ITS UP TO ME TO STOP THEM AS PLAINLY U CAN SEE ITS GOTTO BE MYDESTINY N ITS WHAT MY CUTIE MARK IS TELLIN ME I TRY TO KEEP EM LAUGHING PUT A SMILE UPON THEIR FACE BUT NO MATTER WHAT I TRY IT SEEMS A BIT OF A DISGRACE I HAVE TO ETNERTAIN EM ITS PLAIN FOR ALL TO SEE ITS GOT TO BE MY DESTINE

"what is that infernal racket?!" a third voice enquired, hackels clearly raised. Oliver cower d int hr face of such an alpha sigma :ALPHASIGMA:. his poofy hair and sharp moustache were a clear sgign of superiority. and also awful fashion else but you knwo. "rarity does NOT need my help!"

"My cutie mark is telign me i should LEAVE." wiggly nodoel man rolled his eyes, then glanced at the two fo the lazily. "i'm ||l*roy||. you?"

"terribly sorry, good man, but your name got CENSORED," oliver replied scathinglhy. "what did you do?! respect a woman??"

a collecivve GASSPPSPPP rang out.

"NOO, OF COURSE NOT!"

"My name is ||Ol*ver||" Oliver tried. when it failed, his face BURTSTI into flamed outhrage. "||Ol*ver! OL*VER!!!||"

"Have no fear, i can read censored!" Mr Huxley anounced alphasigmaly. "leroy, oilver, it appears we have eben IMORISONED."

"not nowwhgfj!" the newly named ||leroy|| cried out in desptiar. "the big games tonight!"

"you wathc soccer/????" merican oliver enquired in itntrugiement.

"no??" ||leroy|| roliged his eyes. "FOOTBALL! good ole british footie."

"yuk."

then, the door BURST OPEN. surprisingly... it was NOT door. a shame really. Sorry Door my queen you shine every day you spakrle fest.

"it is me caonnon star and im here to say you suck." canon dtar told the ma ll soelmnyly. "stop this foolish mission watch a true magician give an exhibition howww pick up your silly twig boyyy youre playing with the big bios now"

so oil picked up his silly twig covered in gresesa and pojinted it at canon sttar!!! then a piano fell on him. TWANG. rip ripr ip lmaosoooo

"what the freak 2 electric boogaloo"

"THIS IS FOR IVY!" Canon matt apeared and threw a really big bath bomba t mr huxley. ||leroy|| reociled in horror when isack helped maty explode the alphasigma leader, stumblgin away into a secret pasaegawya

then ||leroy|| fell off ot fhe clif. it was as big as his fragile asf ego. he died painfuy on the gourhnd <3

"WOO!" the canosn cheered gllefully.

sudenyly loserboy was set alight. "what the fish" he said sadly. then he died.

yippe skipy! sylvia chnaged her ways abd became a cocane dealer. nobody eledse diesd and the worl dwas well. all thanks to st\AR and co!!! co is matpat and isarkc! how spekndiferous!!!!!!

and everybifyd lived hpapily every after while the suckos went to galaxtic L prison in the sky where they learned to sigma grinfset and not suck sm. unforuthnately ut was fruitless as they were dead xx

the end!!!!! :star_struck:

[selfmaderibcageman]

just got a bunch of the rest of the stuff i need for modeling etc my cold war era 3mm Tanks For Ants. which i had to buy online. Kind of annoying tbh. Michaels seems to have been taken over by like, Big Christmas Decoration, no longer stocks any meaningful types of fabric besides sack cloth for people to make ugly clothes for their kids out of.

Got a couple square yards of felt to try to make a like, 36x48" board, i think that'll work. Though I'm tempted to anchor it to a folding set of like 3 foam board maybe? 12"x16"ea... idk. Portability is nice but it needs to sit flat.

As for terrain, I think I'm just abstracting things with marked colored foam. dark grey urban, maybe i'll paint on it, light grey roads, blue river/dark blue lake, green for a hill, dark green for taller ones, though maybe just stacking foam achieves this effect just as well. I think I ought to run little pins through them so that they "anchor down" into the foam a little better and don't move during the game...

[sol-consort]

Hearing you talk about ME3 really solidifies to me that Bioware really just tends to drop the ball when it comes to their 3rd games in terms of writing. It's not like the 3rd games are bad, persay, but they fall flat compared to their predecessors.

For the dragon age games, I've chalked it up to EA meddling and certain writers leaving the games at the time; I wonder if it's the same for ME3? Maybe the crunch time? Bioware really released some games back to back.

The evaporating of morally grey areas really sucks too, I always felt Bioware removed their teeth from their writing in order to appeal to the mass market in later years.

EX: Dragon Age got a whole lot less darker with Inquisition

Damn, now I'm worried about liking Dragon Age too much and getting my heart broken by the sequel games.

The problem is that they take steps back a lot, never commit to something and end up ereasing what they've built. It's like removing the things that made them unique just to follow the current trends of that time, which by now have aged like milk and It just makes me confused on why they flipped a switch so suddenly.

In ME1, it's a military game so you assume they'll portray the military and police as the heros saving the galaxy with no corporation right? Especially with how old the game is.

But they don't, they make you think that they do at the start but then flip a switch and show you the bad things too. How a lot of time the military does more harm than good.

In the ending of the game, they especially resonate that point to you with a big reveal. It builds up perfectly to the second game where you go rogue and help an organisation called cerberus that is independently funded and looks out for the well being for all humans.

They achieve progess because they are devoid of politics, it's mission and straight to action and making the best choice you can for the future of humans. In the first game you've only heard of them and stopped some unethical operations they had around.

They're not like the maifa, they're not in it for the money. But they stay in the grey zone a lot. They kill, they fund unethical experiments and only pull the plug if it becomes too unethical and croses the line into evil.

They saved you and gave you everything in the second game and asked for nothing in return but for you to do your damn job and stop the threat on humanity. Afterwards each of you go your seperate ways when the mission ends.

In the third game, you go back to the alliance and you're framed as a traitor for joining cerberus even tho it was the alliance who refused to take you seriously before.

Even when the threat turned out to be real. And you did publicly save everyone's ass, they're still like "bu buhh but you did it with the baddies!"

The alliance is again framed as the hero, Cerberus gets reduced to evil goons who torture for fun and are all power-hungry and the alliance can do no wrong how dare you question the heros of the army.

It's just.....disappointing. they've taken ten steps back and invalidated both the second and first games.

Also it's glitchy and buggy, it's unfinished. The first two games let you explore new spaces and ships on your own pace, in the third game you're dragged from tutorial to tutorial with a barrage of information.

Progress is less organic, combat is more clunky because they added RE and AC movesets with the rolling, stealth kills and survival priority over combat.

The characters look so ugly- the facial expressions are so weird and your face clips a lot. It's like a rough first animation that needs to be toned down because why am I glaring with spock like eyebrows and why did eyelids clip into my eyes.

There is an annoying vintage filter on the screen, colour is scarce and everything is grey, blue, black and medical white.

The ship is where you spend most of your time when not in missions, it used to be so beautiful and sleek smooth. Stars and futuristic technology. Now it's all gross military base with cables on the ground, dim lighting and empty spaces where decoration used to be. It's greasy at best, who the fuck stole the ceiling boblights I just wanna talk.

This is just sad, I talked so passionately about the first game because I genuinely was impressed. The second game had its flaws, mostly with the story and pacing, but everything else was good! They were turning things around and getting innovative, if you ignore the RE virus slowly spreading.

Now it's like, rather than design a new ship they pissed on the second game's ship and handed it back to you, yellow lights and everything. After robbing it and trashing the place.

I have a theory bc I'm at the start of the game but I might be just coping- what if they ship gets cleaner the more I progress? The construction parts will be gone right? They'll pick up their trash and dirty dishes right? RIGHT? I'M NOT COPING RIGHT?

.

They made companions after mission talks happen without cutscenes and now they're like npcs. Imagine if Lae'zel spoke to you each time you talked to her like the party banter instead of an actual face to face conversation.

Which is so weird because they had the face to face conversation since the first game so why did they remove it???

Resident FUCKING evil does not have it.

It explains the annoyiny cutscenes after cutscene that I can't skip, the bloated dialogue.

They took my eyelashes :(

They took away my ability to speak to people in conversations :(

They took away my clean pristine ship :(

They took away my hero statues and now people in the news hate me :(

They took away my ability to explore freely because the reapers are on my tail 24/7 :(

They took away Ashley :(

But hey. My sniper can shoot three times before reloading now so. There is. That.

Yay.

YET A SINGLE CLIP ONLY HAS 2 BULLETS WHAT WERE YOU THINKING PEOPLE.

Thanks for listening I actually feel better telling someone, I can't wait to play dragonage. Modern game standards I miss you please come back.

[eldridgecandell]

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@damien-ward

"Oh Tides, yes! Just like tha, don't sto- don stop! Ah!" The guttural yelps of pleasure from a man echoed through the tight alleyway.

Boralus.

A city of as many splendors as it's dark corners and alleyways. From a noble sealord to the slinking blade to the pious priest to the curvaceous lady of the night. Things that would go bump in the night were perfect among the docks with it's shady corners, empty bottles, and concealing streets. Tonight one of these alleys were being enjoyed by a very enthusiastic sailor on dock leave with a very zealous lady.

"Ah, so close!"

There was a soft pop and giggle as a woman's voice broke through the dark as she huskily whispered up. "Are you close?"

"Gods yes, oh Tides. Don't stop don't stop," the sailor pleaded as he groped about. Finally his hand grasped tight to the straw colored hair of the woman on her knees before him, his fingers gripping with the urgency of a man at the end of his rope.

There was a gasp from the woman, followed by another giggle as she continued her ministrations. "Tell me."

"Tell ya?"

There was another giggle and glint of light in the woman's dark green eyes as she looked up at him, her hands doing the work now as she felt his pulse easily. "Tell me."

"I want it."

"Beg."

"Please, let me."

That smile grew wider as she watched him easily fall to her commands, her eyes widening to match her smile. "Beg me."

There was a moment of panic in the sailor's eyes and face as he was caught in a delicate though enjoyable situation. Licking his lips, he let his hands loosen a bit on her hair. "I..."

The eyes closed with the mouth at the same time to resume her former work.

A high wail of pleasure echoed off the wood and cobblestone as the sailors hands returned to the straw haired concubine's head. "Oh Light! Oh yes, please! Let me finish! Don't stop!"

She would not stop, the mixture of her work rapidly bringing their tryst to a close with another wail from the sailor as he curled up to buck and writhe against the wall. Convulsions would soon draw to a close as he rested back against the wall, heavy breath thundering after the lightning strike that was his ecstasy. A garbled laugh following as he reached up to wipe at his face in exhaustion. "Tides girl, ya got mouth worth a fortune."

A strange click sounded following the silence of the sailors laugh.

The sailors gaze would drop down to his waist to compliment his newfound 'friend' on her job tonight, but instead of the straw haired girl he'd met back at the Walrus a different kind of face looked up at him with an eager hunger. Where once smooth pale skin had been, a darkening of blue and grey tinge had taken her as what should be a sexual afterglow was now a darkening thirst that made his insides twist. Features were growing more and more exaggerated as she looked up at him, her smooth hands now rougher with him as they gripped him tighter.

"Ow, yer..yer hurtin me lass! Eas- ease up..." The sailors eyes began to widen as he looked down at the former green eyed girl, those former eyes brightening with a sick yellow glow that matched her former hair. The latter of which was growing scraggly and falling out in clumps. "Oh Tides..Oh Tides! What in the holy hell?!"

That widened grin had now grown blacked sharp teeth, still sloppy and greedy as a tongue to match the color of her teeth lapped at grey lips. "What is wrong my dear lover? Am I not pret-"

There was a flash and rush of thunder before the former grinning face exploded in a horrific explosion of gore and ichor.

Screaming the sailor's first instinct was to grab at his privates and slide down to sit in a heap among the mud. His face pale underneath the oily blood and viscous that splattered him from head to toe, yammering in a stream of curses and babbling madness as he tried desperately to look away from the gurgling mass in front of him. The sailor never even knew there was someone before him.

Lowlight flashed across glass, the short figure in front of him moving deliberate and quick motions with the smoking gun still in his hand. The short man was dressed in dark leathers, all of which bore the brunt of the elements with little regard for wear or tear. A ragged black cloak and mantle draped about his shoulder as he continued to look down on the pair of figures. Finally the sailor spoke.

"What the hell was tha?"

"A hag."

"A what?"

"A witch." There was a soft click as that same lowlight glinted off the metal in his hand, a silver sheen to match the glass on his face.

Shivering and shaking the sailor was quickly going into shock over what had happened, his hands still covering his diminishing privates as he rocked back and forth. "I didn't know, I didn't know, I didn't know!"

The man above him said nothing as he raised the pistol to the sailor.

The barrel of the gun was enough to sober the sailor for a quick moment as he looked up into the mirrored eyes of his once savior. "What do I do now?"

No reply came from Josiah Nubern, only flash and thunder.

[sims3tutorialhub]

Hi🌻I'm currently working on making a custom sculpture, so I made a mesh, and then assigned the bone in Milkshape, and finally I imported it into Tsrw. The original sculpture has the marble texture,so I expected to have the same texture showing on my object. But for some reason, after I imported my mesh, the texture doesn't show at all. Everything just became blurry and grey. I tried to assign other textures to my mesh, but my mesh could only get the color of the texture, like blue or red, but no details on it. I used the mesh exported from other EA object, and they all didn't show the error I made. Could you please point out where did I get wrong? Thank you so much.🌻🌻

Hi!

So many reasons this could be:

You didnt delete the texture in milkshape so the mesh already had a texture

Your UV is so small that the texture is massive

The texture settings are set to massive in TSRW so its too zoomed in

Your mesh may be inside out

There are more but its hard to tell. But you can DM me @gruesim and then we can go through it all!

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Silly ask tag/ask game.

Thanks for the tag @verdantlyviolet

1: Are you named after anyone? No. Unless you consider theophoric names into the mix.

2: When was the last time you cried? Probably 2 weeks ago while my hormones were all over the place.

3: Do you have kids? I have a daughter, she's got black fur, pointy ears, little toebeans and she occasionally meows.

4: What sports do you play/have played? Every sport I have played has been against my will.

5: Do you use sarcasm? Do I seem like someone who would?

6: What's the first thing you notice about people? Their mannerisms and overall body language.

7: What's your eye color? I call it "Swamp". They appear dark green but it's really a muted greyish blue with orangey-brown around the iris.

8: Scary movies or happy endings? Ehhhh. Neither. And why not both? I guess a scary movie with a happy ending is more or less a thriller.

9: Any talents? I can draw decently when I actually allocate time for it.

10: Where were you born? In Armorica occidentali, in ea quae olim fuit territorium Osismorum.

11: What are your hobbies? cf. question 9. I also do cross-stitch and embroidery from time to time. I guess technically tending to this blog and spending hours upon hours reading pdfs is technically a hobby as well. It's in this grey area of "this is not my job anymore but I can't stop".

12: Do you have any pets? I already told you I have a kid.

13: How tall are you? 5’

14: Favorite subject in school? Difficult question, since it really depended on the teacher's ability to be entertaining and I would cherry pick topics I liked for each subject. English (ESL), Italian, Philosophy, Literature and History/Geography ended up being my best scores when I graduated from High School, in that order.

15: Dream job? Honestly I'd probably choose historical reasearch again. It's probably where I'd be if the job actually paid and if unis treated their researchers better. I'm sick of seeing brilliant people at the top of their field talk about how the system grinds them so much they can't actually spend precious time on their research.

Most of the people I know have already been tagged, so if you're reading this; consider yourself tagged.

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