#looks like. exactly like the paws for this

[simonriley09]

Okay first of I’m a long time lurker first time asker but I love your writing and want to ask something. So I’m hella tall like six foot and was always told I’d never have a boyfriend cause guys don’t like tall girls and I’m also uh chubbier so that didn’t exactly help my confidence anyway I wanted to ask for a insecure tall girl reader with Simon or konig cause most fics are about shorts girls and I feel left out 😫 Please and thank you 🙏

*Smooches you* you're an absolute smash. I LUV U FOR THIS ASK BBY <3 Simon was huge, he's been huge since he was in middle school, being 5'9 and 160 pounds at 14 years old and shooting up to a whopping 6'2 and 250 pounds at adult hood. Because he was so huge he'd get stares, whispers and even little kids pointing to him. It didn't bother him much, he'd just shrug it off and continue walking, doing whatever business he had.

But when he met you? He's looking up at you in shock and slight... arousal. He loved everything about you, secretly lingering on your chub, thighs, biceps and hips. He loved how soft you looked, how much there is to grab... it's so cute on you. Few months later you guys are dating and Simon is always pawing at a part of you, your thighs, arms, hips, belly, tits/pecs and laying on your ass anytime he gets to. He ends up getting a king sized mattress made for people over 7ft just so you could sleep with your legs stretched out instead of curled into a ball uncomfortably.

He loves you. He loves how tall you are compared to him. Simon never knew he had a thing for tall girls/guys until he met you. You both watch a movie on the new mattress he got and you fell asleep almost 45 minutes into the movie. What did he do? snuggle into you and fall asleep too.

[abbysimsfun]

Sims In Bloom: Generation 2 Pt. 94 (The Body in Brindleton Bay)

cw: dead body and a blood puddle, discolored/shadowed by the lighting, just to be less graphic tbh. For that reason I also don't zoom in on the body that closely, but text mentions who it is and there's no trick! That is who it is, even without a close-up!

Conrad met his young, eager partner, Zion Spangler, at the docks. His last partner, Josephine, had stuck around a few years longer than planned, but she was so close to retirement she deferred almost all her field work to Conrad and Zion. The sergeant liked the newly-minted detective's ambition and his instinct, and they approached the crime scene with caution.

A body laid at the edge of the pier in a pool of blood, already slightly washed away by the heavy, wet coastal snow of Brindleton Bay.

"The owners of the Salty Paw said someone knocked on their door about a body by their patio tables, but everyone was inside because of the cold and no one saw anything," explained Zion.

"Did you find any clues at the scene?"

"None. The snow washed away every footprint and fingerprint we might possibly find."

Zion got down on his knees to brush through the snow surrounding the body in search of clues. But Conrad took one look at the victim and knew exactly who they needed to look for. "Any ID on him?"

"Everything. Even his money. Vic's name is Jameson Bower."

No it wasn't. Not really. "Run that name through the database back at the station. Make sure he doesn't have any aliases, check his record."

Conrad could have offered to do it himself to cover his tracks. But he wanted to mentor Zion to be as good a detective as he could be, and he knew what the body of Jimmy Stefano represented. Surveying the grisly scene, his heart raced.

When Conrad backed out of the search for Rafa, Ximena called his bluff. This was his jurisdiction. He couldn't ignore a dead body connected to the cartel in Brindleton Bay. He didn't know whether Ximena wanted to hurt the cartel or bring him down, but she wouldn't let him walk away.

He'd all but asked for this when he agreed to meet her in this very spot months earlier, hoping he could get her to disappear by giving her what she wanted, helping her brother in the process. But Ximena hated to go quietly, and if he'd ignored her she wouldn't have let him be, either. It probably always would have come to this, but that didn't make it any easier to swallow.

He called Heather to check in. "Did you get to your parents'?"

"We're fine, Conrad. Lavender's asleep again and I'm just hanging out with Sammy." She tilted the camera on her phone to show off River and Cass' infant son, quietly drinking from a bottle. "Is the body related to the cartel?"

"It is."

"What are you going to tell your boss?"

"The truth."

"You could lose your job for sneaking around."

"Wouldn't I deserve it? I had to come clean to you first, and now it's time to come clean to everyone else."

"Conrad, I love you," she said. "I'm so mad at you for lying to me that I don't even know what else to say right now, but I need to be mad at you in one piece. We can talk more if you make it here this weekend."

"I love you, too." Zion called him then to return to the precinct. "I have to go."

As much as it burned to leave their conversation on that note, Ximena had forced his hand. If he didn't come clean to his coworkers and his boss, he'd lose his job. He might, anyway, but he couldn't move in shadows anymore.

With the scene documented and cleared and the body moved to the morgue, Conrad and Zion returned to the station. They worked through the night, and by morning it was obvious the victim was Jimmy Stefano, a low-level member of Los Tigres de Selva, one of the most violent cartels in Simlandia. "Do you think it's a new turf war?"

Conrad shook his head. "I don't think Los Tigres has operated out of Brindleton Bay for years."

Zion was confused. "Well, what stopped them? They operate just fine out of everywhere else."

"They don't need Brindleton Bay when they've got hold of the ports in San Myshuno," he said, but his attention turned when their captain arrived. The man barely said hello, immediately shutting himself inside his office. Conrad didn't know if it was just that he'd had to come to work on a Saturday, or this specific case, but he had to come clean.

He knocked on the door. With a look, the captain waved him inside. "Sargent, you look tired." He laughed as if he'd made a joke.

"Been a long night."

The captain's expression changed. "Go ahead and shut the door, Sargent."

Conrad sat with an anxious expression, knees together, eyes down like he was about to be reprimanded in grade school. "About the docks victim, sir. I knew him."

The captain nodded plainly. "I read your file when I took over. But you're not the first cop who turned toward the law when they could have easily gone the other way."

"The thing is, I've been working a case under the table for a while now. I found Jimmy Stefano and filed a report against Ximena Bonilla."

"After everything done to bail you out and send you through the academy, you thought it was a good idea to investigate the cartel runner you once dated? For what reason?"

"She found my address, scared my fiancee. Ximena told me her brother was missing, and he and I were close. He was so young, and I wanted to help him."

"You didn't want to help San Myshuno PD? Ximena Bonilla's brother is a wanted man..."

"I would have told him to turn himself in and work a plea," he insisted. "My old precinct would look good, and I hoped Rafa could turn his life around with a little encouragement from someone other than his sister."

"Are you still in touch?"

"No, sir. I told her two days ago I was done searching for Rafa because I thought she was trying to trick me into investigating the cartel. Blocked her number. After the body showed up I tried the number I had but it's been disconnected."

"So she's the prime suspect."

"I think she might've figured out Jimmy talked to me and she wanted to get rid of him. If she didn't kill Jimmy herself - and she might have - I think she ordered the hit to draw me into an investigation against the cartel that could get me killed and endanger my family."

"Do you think she's working with Los Tigres?"

Conrad shrugged. "I don't know. I did a bit of digging and it looks like the cartel itself might be in a bit of disarray. Power vacuum after the murder of one of their higher ups (go on Frida!), so a turf war seems unlikely. I think the safest way to do this is to treat Ximena like a lone wolf. The cartel's not even supposed to be operating in Brindleton Bay these days."

"Since George Brindleton pulled his guys from the ports, they could have moved back in."

Conrad's stomach flipped. "George Brindleton?"

"George Brindleton lost his boats, but he didn't lose his security business. Pulled his men just before he left for Sulani. Said he was cutting costs at the port during the dead season, but I think he's just trying to remind us how important he is after his son went to prison. We upped patrol to try to deal with the lack of security down there, but his guys don't abide by any constitutional rights...I don't admit this outside these walls, but Brindleton's ports have always run better under private security."

"Was this before or after the restraining order I took out on him for Heather and the kids?"

The captain excused Conrad to think, soon calling him back with Zion and another officer who typically dealt with the press. "This is the plan. Our suspect is Ximena Bonilla, but we don't announce it. We look for her, or her brother, and no one else. We say the investigation is ongoing until we've found one or both of them. And Spangler, you're taking point on this one."

"Why me? Gordon's the sergeant."

"Gordon's too close to this one. I want him focused on looking for Rafa Bonilla, not Ximena, but he'll cooperate with you and help behind the scenes. She might try to reach out to him, and if she does, you'll be the first to know. And if you're not, he's a suspect, too." They nodded with understanding. "And Gordon? No more bullshit under the table or I'll put you on leave and find a way not to pay you."

Having worked through the night, Conrad relinquished his files to his mentee, but he left the precinct with a sense of unease. He still had a job, and he could still search for Rafa without needing to hide anything from his coworkers, but while Ximena was unaccounted for he would scarcely be able to relax.

After a nap in the break room, Conrad prepared to drive to Henford-on-Bagley and face his fiancee. ->

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NOTE: I reinstalled TOOL to place the body. The blood isn't placed underneath the victim properly, but I was working at the edge of what was visible in a fully zoomed out screen, and for my second ever placement of a build/buy item and first ever placement of the teleporter off a lot in-game, I'm happy enough with the fact it looks like he bled out from the knees. 🤷 Maybe he did, I don't know, I didn't get detailed about the condition of the body because it doesn't advance the plot. Who and why is more important than how.

WCIF Poses & CC? @simmerianne93's Injured poses pack #1, which is a great set - so cinematic. One of the injured poses has the victim with eyes closed and looks a little like EA's curled-up death animation to me, and that's the one I used. And Blood on the Floor from the There Will Be Blood set by Lore from SimsRebelCreators. Several swatches (including red!) and different spatter patterns if you need some blood for your storytelling!

[splicedskies]

Altra smiled, looking down to the little Larvitar. Very lively, and just a bit gung-ho. But he could respect that. They were young, full of energy, and wanting to take on the world. Gosh, he could only wonder if he was like that when he was way younger.

He.. didn't remember much of his younger years sadly. Most of his memories only went back a few years.

"Yes, I am a friend. But I don't think I can play like you can. Maybe.. Albert would like to play with you?" He passed a side glance to the ghostly fox who looked taken aback, even.. insulted!?

'Play!? I do not 'play' with some rambunctious child!' A huff, a lift of the nose into the air.

"Awww.. what's wrong Alby. Is the 'big strong Zorua' afraid of a lil' kid." He knew exactly how to get under his partners fun. And likely, it was hilarious for Vicious to watch. Considering he was only getting Altra's side of the conversation. Though.. it was easy to tell what was going on.

Albert was.. very emotive.

'What!? I could run circles around this mere child!' Pointing a paw at Altra.

"I don't know... Cita looks pretty fast, and strong." Indeed, Altra was enabling it. Which made the blue tufts on the Zora light up with the challenge.

'We'll see about that!' He'd leap from the table and immediately take off into the area around the cabin. All the while, Altra looked back up to Vic with a sheepish smile.

"I know how to get him to do stuff occasionally. We've been together for.. two years now."

Vicious raised a brow in amusement but moved back a bit to let Altra handle the tyke.

The small Pokemon chirped at the hand and butted it gently before stepping back. "Me Cita...You smell like Dad... Are you friend? Can we play? Dad won't get mad if you say yes" He was watching Albert as they talked. "Cita strong, Cita will be big soon too, like Garr" There was some stomping with that declaration, and a small arm pointed at Albert.

Vicious chuckled at the scene, guessing what the Larvitar was saying by his actions.

[annieisyourfavourite]

my halloween costume is a cat and i have these paw-gloves, so the experience of booping people feels extra immersive

[self-indulgent-paw-patrol]

They're the same picture

(The girls in the left are Jade and Cat from Victorious btw)

GIVE IT UP, YOU CAN'T WIN CUZ I KNOW WHERE YOU'VE BEEN SUCH A SHAME, YOU DON'T PUT UP A FIGHT~

Fun fact this is one of the two or three episodes I remember at all XD I recognized the episode because of their outfits LMAO Also "Give It Up" and "Freak The Freak Out" are some of my favorite Victorious songs!

And yup LMAO their expressions are EXACTLY THE SAME XDD

[eggbagelz]

Saw a lot of Heeler family humanizations and thought id give it a go :3c

[lunaetis]

she looks at you like you are her entire world. because, to her, the one with no past, no memory, nothing except a name — — you are.

[tunasama13]

CAT FIGHT!!!!!

I can’t get over Vulture’s face, he looks so goddamn annoyed

[messy-paws]

Compilation of literally just a bunch of face design studies for Dirk Strider

[answrs]

they're finally home. i haven't opened the packages yet but after four years my girls are finally home.

[enbysiriusblack]

I don't think a lot of people realise that the marauders very likely didn't name Sirius padfoot just because of dogs having padded feet..

padfoot is a name for a ghostly black dog in british folklore. usually seen as guardians of graves or death, as well as an omen of it. also said to either scare travellers away or helpd them on their journey. some sources say the dog is able to shapeshift, but it's usual form is a shaggy, big dog (exactly how Sirius' animagus form looks)

[bluebellhairpin]

Family keeps saying I'd suit owning a Borzoi. My Doberman aspirations have gone down the drain.

[ruebenblues]

*FORCES YOU TO LOOK AT HIM FORCES YOU TO LOOK AT HIM FORCES YOU TO LOOK AT HIM FORCES YO-*

[puppyeared]

idk if u have seen them, but i did some art of ur ocs! :] hope you like it

OUFGSGCB…. THEYRESO CUTE OMG TYTTY WAAA

Here is a little something. As a treat ^^

[birdy-reblog]

@taking-the-time-to-do-this

[exponentiate]

Other people: I recognize this bear as 806, therefore the baby with her is 806jr

Me: The baby is fluffye, this is 806jr