#mod wolfgang

[oscarsgallery]

Humming, walking around, i stop wave at you, smiling.

"hello!"

- @coltonjackson

He looks mildly confused. Why is this man waving ? He gives Colton the stink eye.

[a-student-out-of-time]

What's this about Wolfgang killing his dad? You're the first person I've seen who said that.

//Okay, so this seems to be the thing that's confusing some people, so I'll explain.

//In Wolfgang's FTEs, he makes it clear that he wants to use his position as a lawyer to protect the innocent. He was inspired by his mother, who always tried to protect women and children (which to be says that she probably specialized in helping abuse survivors). He really looks up to her, and if you look at the ways he talks about her, it's also very clear he lost her.

//And when you look at the way the blackmail is phrased, they describe him as having a "Wolfish Mind."

//Obviously it means that he's hiding some darker element to his character, and I saw a lot of speculation that he'd turn out to be another Tsurugi type or something. Then he turns out to be the first victim, but even his last moments can clue us into things about him.

//See, I do agree with the idea that his father killed his mother, but it goes beyond just that. Wolfgang was drugged, hallucinating and having an emotional breakdown. When you look at his words during that entire sequence, it isn't just about his mother:

//If you look at this from Wolfgang's perspective, he's probably seeing his father in this moment. So not only is he deliberately slashing at him with a knife, he's telling him that he'll never be like him.

//Wolfgang looked up to his mother, wanted to follow in her footsteps as a lawyer who protects the innocent, and he lost her. If she were killed by a random criminal, why would he be saying that he'll never be like them? Who else could he be saying he'll never be like?

//The logical conclusion, at least to me, is that Wolfgang committed patricide after his father killed his mother.

[ultimatelawyerakire]

Your blackmail was a picture of your parents on their wedding day with the phrase “Like father, like son, beneath a sheep's skin lies a wolfish mind.” Does that mean anything?

“Of course it was about my father, of course it was.

And I am done discussing my blackmail now.”

[ethicaltreatmentofcowplants]

First Impressions: Round Two (prev) (next)

In a move that will surely be great for my self-esteem, today we met some Moonwood Mill regulars - including the Wildfangs!

First up was Paka'a Uha. We both had the impact conscious sentiment about each other and AMAZING COMPATIBILITY. Paka'a also has the MUSIC LOVER trait, and I'm guessing that CHILD OF THE OCEAN was close enough to FREEGAN.

Celene alas, did not get off quite so lightly. I found her annoying (seriously, simself?) while she had two positive sentiments towards me: proper & polite and imaginative.

(Celene, I am so sorry...)

Then it was off to Wildfangs HQ to embarrass myself and Lou - are you making fun of my fire dancing?

I don't see you cutting it up at festivals anytime soon, arsehole.

That's much better.

Rory and I had a positive sentiment each. I thought that she was strong-minded, while she - in spite of being a Wildfang - also appreciated that I was proper & polite.

My and Lou's sentiments were... rather surprising. This KLEPTOMANIAC liked that I seemed responsible, while in spite of finding him very attractive, I thought that he was my anti-crush!

And we somehow have... you guessed it, AMAZING COMPATIBILITY...

Next I boarded the loading screen to the library, where it seems like all the mean and miserable Sims were hanging out.

"Let's use our combined hair styles to make it impossible for the Watcher to get a glimpse of our faces..."

I thought that L. Faba was pretentious. Meanwhile this MEAN traited sage liked that I seemed proper & polite and reasonable.

Bjorn Bjergsen was also having an early midlife crisis in front of the mirror, so I intervened and used some of my COMPASSIONATE animations to cheer him up.

I didn't make a note of what they were, so I assume our first impressions were nothing special.

Simeon Silversweater teleported away before I could get a picture of him, but he was my second anti-crush of the day, while he thought that I was a nature maniac.

Then I went to hang around Collective HQ, and got positive moodlets from saving on ingredients while cooking with some mushrooms I had earlier foraged, but negative from cooking at all. Ah, their little minds are full of complexities, our sims...

Penultimate victim of the day was Wolfgang, who I at least persuaded to put his cute face to the forefront. I feel like he's one of those who we initially dismiss for his musty librarian vibe, but once we get a closer look, it's like "sir...."

Poor Wolfie fared much the same as Celene, with him generously giving me two positive sentiments (proper & polite and independent & capable - maybe it's the GLOOMY trait to my LONER) while I thought that he was pretentious (look who's talking, aspiring writer self!). However I found him attractive.

(Okay, so that was actually four positive sentiments he gave me. Wolfgang, I'm so sorry for my simself's lack of appreciation.)

Next Time: I corner an unwilling teenager and brave Grimtooth for the night...

[divineluckfuckoff]

PROJECT EDEN'S GARDEN FANS

COME OVER HERE.

[simturlude]

munchies!

┃cas makeover ib the lovely @gunthermunch

[dont-freeze-together]

[ultimatefanficwriter]

Aster's Lost Stars #1

Ding, dong...

You have recieved a special ticket to read one of Aster's well-known fanfiction! Well, you probably saw this somewhere else, but to those who hasn't—happy reading!

Be warned for attempted murder, or even successful murder—explosion, electrocution, yada yada...

Under the Akire Tree, by thewriterstears.

Christmas has come to an arrival, but the spirit of the celebration was still wrapped around the academy. The camaraderie that everyone brought in the dining hall was enough to lift up the holiday cheer that Wolfgang was ready for when he woke up in his dorm room. Wolfgang strode into the dining hall, straightening his tie as he mentally prepared himself for the day's interactions. He had anticipated a festive atmosphere, but what greeted him exceeded his expectations.

The room was alive with laughter and chatter, filled with the scent of cinnamon and pine. Paper snowflakes dangled from the ceiling, and someone—probably Toshiko—had taken it upon themselves to adorn every corner with tinsel. Near the center of the hall, Toshiko, Ingrid, and Grace were huddled together, whispering conspiratorially. Wolfgang raised an eyebrow but dismissed it, focusing instead on the buffet table, where a fresh batch of peppermint hot chocolate awaited.

“Good morning.” He greeted, his deep voice cutting through the buzz of conversation. Before he could grab a mug, Toshiko appeared in front of him, her face alight with mischief. “Wolfgang! Perfect timing. We need your help with something.”

Ingrid and Grace flanked her, each holding a coil of brightly colored Christmas lights. Wolfgang eyed them warily. “With what, exactly?” he asked, though he suspected the answer would do little to prepare him for what was to come.

“Stand still!” Toshiko declared, ignoring his question entirely. Before Wolfgang could protest, the trio began wrapping him with the lights like a human-sized Christmas tree. “Is this truly necessary?” he sighed, though a faint smile tugged at his lips as Grace looped the lights over his shoulders.

“Absolutely,” Ingrid replied, her tone resolute. “You’re the tallest one here. If anyone should represent the Christmas spirit, it’s you.”

“Besides,” Grace added, stepping back to admire their handiwork; “You’re pulling it off. Very dashing.”

Wolfgang groaned but didn’t fight them off. He’d learned by now that resistance was futile when these three were on a mission. Meanwhile, at a nearby table, Eva and Damon sat side by side, each wearing a pair of reindeer antler headbands. Damon’s looked slightly crooked, as though he’d tried and failed to take it off multiple times. “This is absurd,” Damon muttered, glancing sideways at Eva, who was sipping her tea with an air of composed indifference. “Why are you even wearing that?”

“Because Toshiko asked me to,” Eva replied, her tone perfectly even. “And it’s not worth the argument.”

“You could at least look less smug about it,” Damon grumbled, tugging at his own headband. Across the room, Toshiko clapped her hands in delight. “Ta-da! Behold, Wolfgang the Noble Christmas Tree!”

The dining hall erupted into applause and laughter. Wolfgang stood rigid, his arms at his sides, adorned with twinkling lights that blinked in synchronized patterns. “This is a blatant misuse of Christmas cheer…” He said, though the warmth in his voice betrayed his amusement.

“Cheer’s meant to be shared!” Ingrid countered, grabbing a camera. “Now smile!” Wolfgang complied, though his smile was small and subdued. All around him, the room buzzed with lighthearted joy, and for a moment, the lingering shadows of the academy felt a little farther away.

Wolfgang stood stoically as Toshiko, Ingrid, and Grace continued wrapping the colorful Christmas lights around him. The faint hum of the bulbs filled the air, barely noticeable beneath the lively chatter of the dining hall. He managed to keep his composure, though he felt slightly ridiculous, especially when Toshiko gleefully declared him the “Noble Christmas Tree.”

As Ingrid plugged the lights into the nearby outlet, Wolfgang felt a sudden jolt.

"Ow!" He hissed, his body tensing as the sharp sting of electricity coursed through him. The world around him seemed to blur, the sound of laughter and holiday cheer fading as his mind was yanked elsewhere—back to a moment he'd buried deep within himself.

The memory hit like a thunderclap.

The dingy, oppressive space of the generator room replaced the festive warmth of the dining hall. The air was heavy with oil and desperation, the dim light casting jagged shadows across the walls. Diana stood before him, her face pale with fear and uncertainty as she dropped the taser. The car battery seemed to be ready to fall, but he ignored the possible death awaiting him with this simple item.

He could hear his own voice, calm but cold. "I won’t give up… until everyone knows me as—!"

A sudden burst of energy, chaotic and wild, surged through the room as she connected the cables. The generator roared to life, sending an arc of electricity toward him. The pain was immediate, searing. His body convulsed as the current tore through him, his vision fracturing into a kaleidoscope of light and darkness. He hit the ground hard, his senses immediately disappearing like thin air. Somewhere in the chaos, he saw Diana’s sheer horror of the scene, but the look felt distant, as though muffled by the relentless buzz in his skull.

When the pain finally subsided, he’d been left sprawled on the floor, breathless and trembling. Diana had escaped, the generator humming mockingly in her absence. He’d failed—both in killing her and in maintaining control.

Wolfgang blinked, snapping back to the present. The dining hall's festive din washed over him, the sharp contrast almost dizzying. He was still standing, the lights twinkling harmlessly around him now, though his hands were clenched into tight fists.

“Wolfgang?” Toshiko’s voice broke through the haze. She was staring at him, her usual playfulness replaced by concern. “Are you okay? You look... kind of pale.”

Grace frowned, stepping closer. “Yeah, you’re not about to keel over, are you? ‘Cause that’d ruin the vibe.” Ingrid tilted her head, scrutinizing him. “Was it the lights? They zapped you a little, didn’t they?”

��It’s nothing,” Wolfgang said quickly, though his voice was a touch strained. He forced himself to relax, unclenching his fists and rolling his shoulders. “Just a static shock. Continue with your... festivities.”

“You sure?” Grace asked, raising an eyebrow. “Because for a second there, you looked like you’d seen a ghost.”

Wolfgang straightened, regaining his composure. “I’m fine,” he said firmly, his voice steady now. “Though perhaps these lights should be checked for faulty wiring.”

Toshiko gave him a sheepish grin. “Oops. Guess I should’ve tested them first. Sorry about that.”

“It’s... quite alright,” he replied, though his mind still reeled from the vividness of the memory. He glanced around the room, grounding himself in the present. The warmth of the holiday atmosphere began to chip away at the lingering unease, though he knew the memory would stay with him for far longer.

For now, he let the cheer of his companions fill the space left by the dark recollection. After all, even the noblest Christmas tree had its imperfections.

[diced-rice]

i love the piercings u draw bakusquad with!! as a piercing fanatic, do u have high nostrils or a nasallang in mind for mina in ur dono comm post??

scratches neck errmm... i wont lie i know Nothing about piercings i just draw what looks cool to me LOL >_< ive been told before ive placed some jewelry poorly/not where it would rest on the anatomy its on but its not a huge deal to me i wont lie. minas were supposed to be a bridge or smth but honestly ur suggestion makes Way more sense i didnt even know that was a separate thing FDBSHFSD

[galerymod]

ANDY WARHOL

200 x 210 cm

Material and technique

Screen print and acrylic on canvas

About the work

Andy Warhol saw the famous portrait of Goethe by J. H. Wilhelm Tischbein during a visit to the Städel Museum. As the epitome of German culture, it inspired him to create this work and other prints, some of which are also in the Städel collection. In 1962, Warhol, a key figure in American Pop Art, began to reproduce press photos of celebrities such as Marilyn Monroe and Elvis Presley in silkscreen prints. He used shrill colours and a striking two-dimensionality to distort the original images, which had become known worldwide through the media. With the serial production in his studio, which he himself referred to as a factory, the classic characteristics of art such as subjectivity and originality recede. At the same time, he reflects the changed perception of reality through mass media images in those days compared to today: Goethe, the superstar of the Städel, the city of Frankfurt and German classicism.

Johann Wolfgang von Goethe (original title)

Artist

Andy Warhol

Period

20th century

Style

Pop art, figurative painting

Type of object

painting

Material and technique

screen print and acrylic on canvas

Material

canvas

Technique

screen print

acrylic

Isn't life a series of images that change as they repeat themselves?

Andy Warhol

[dontstarvegeneral]

[oscarsgallery]

some guy on the street proposed to pierce my ears and now thzy hurt.

[vamp-trait]

my wolfgang and lucas munch because i added them into my rotational play ahhh !

they’re so naturally stunning, it’s nuts. they look more alike than i thought they did! also, i started playing them after time had already passed with my other family and i sought the munch’s out to play and i literally couldn’t find them? turns out mila and gunther divorced (or something) and mila took the two of them to san myshuno, where she got married to a new guy :’) crazy story

edit: they’re mother and son. they’re mother and son, apparently. what the hell this is why i don’t assume :’)

[ultimatelawyerakire]

“This is exactly what he would’ve fucking told me

You’re a failure, no son of mine will be a failure

No son like this deserves to be called an Akire

He was right

He was right

He was right

I’m going mental all alone

I’ve finally. FINALLY. Lost it.

Are you satisfied? Are YOU SATISFIED?”

[ask-tulip-town-va-ver]

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[pamsimmerstories]

i love this family