#nothing weird here y'all

[sharry-arry-odd]

"Coachman?" "Yes, my sweet?" "If we are betrayed, if Bernard attempts to notify anyone of our presence in the city, I will find a way out. I will come for him first. And when I have finished with him, I will find you. There is nowhere in the world you can run. Every day, for the rest of your life, you will have to look over your shoulder. When you least expect it, I will be there. I will stick my drill so far inside you that you will taste it. And then I will turn it on and scramble everything that makes you who you are." "I wouldn't expect anything less," the Coachman said. He pressed his hand against her screen. "If that happens, I will wait for you with open arms." "Seriously," Rambo said. "This is really gross."

In The Lives of Puppets, by TJ Klune

[burningcheese-merchant]

This is a question I had for a while..who’s top and who’s bottom in the golden spice ship?

Down here 👇

Bit of a weird question to ask since the top/bottom dynamic is specifically for gay couples (mlm). It describes who gives it and who receives it ("it" being dick). It doesn't really work with hetero pairs because the man gives it by default. That's just how it works. Man = plug, woman = socket

So Burning Spice is the "top" bc of course he is haha. I don't think he's 100% dominant all the time, per se, I imagine them taking turns being the one "in charge" in bed (makes sense with who they are as individuals + how their relationship works imo). But there's more than one way to do that besides who puts the dick where. Example... Burning Spice is tied down to the bed so he isn't able to touch Golden Cheese while she rides him. If he tries to move or break free, he gets punished (like. He gets slapped or punched or something. Or she tightens the restraints enough to hurt*. Not being able to touch her is torture on its own tbh, everything else is extra). He's not allowed to squirm, he has to sit there and let her do what she wants without interference. He has to be a good toy/slave and let her use him. Stuff like that. He's still giving it but she's dictating how he does so ykwim

*I understand that he'd be into getting slapped around like that lol. He's a huge sadomasochist, he'd want to get roughed up just as much as he'd want to rough her up. He'd act out just to entice her to hit him again because he likes it. Then obey and do as she says because her being so domineering is hot af. Then do it all over again. He wins either way. (Only thing that sucks there is not being able to touch her tbh. He cannot keep his hands off of her, in bed and out of it. But she can atone for denying him this simple yet addicting pleasure another time...)

[thelonelyshore-if]

Perri Drabble

Or, Perri wakes up next to MC for the first time.

Perri opens their eyes and sees stars. 

The sky is a silver-dusted black canvas stretched far overhead. Without their glasses the stars are just blurs of light a million miles away, but that doesn’t stop them from being beautiful. The night is crisp. Cold. They shiver, instinctively pulling the sleeves of their cardigan down.

Where…are they?

Calling this grogginess would be an understatement. Their entire body aches. Their eyelids feel heavy, still weighed down by the lull of sleep. Their skull feels like it's been filled with white noise and trying to form a thought is like wading through quicksand.

Is this what getting more than a few minutes of sleep at a time does to you? They aren’t sure they like it. Especially considering that they have no idea how in the world they got outside. For all of their insomnia, they’ve never sleepwalked before. They doubt that they’ve started now. But if not that, then how…?

Aliens.

The idea instantly cuts through the slog of thought. Perri sits bolt upright, eyes splaying wide and pulse growing quick. They grin, even though the motion sends their head into a dizzying spiral. The stars dance overhead and their stomach lurches. They don’t care.

But…wait. No. That doesn’t make any sense.

Perri stares out, realizes that they’re sitting on the deck of their lookout tower. Usually they’d be lying on the cold metal of the deck. Instead, they brush their palm against something soft and worn. Their grandma’s old quilt. Wouldn’t aliens have put them back in bed? Not just dropped them off on the deck?

And the quilt is weird, too. It’s spread out beneath them so deliberately. Did they do that? Why? They furrow their brow.

Perri makes a frustrated noise in the back of their throat. They ball up a fist, gently knock it against their forehead. Someone’s poured tar over their brain, they can’t think, and they can’t remember. They curl up in a huddle, arms wrapped around their legs and forehead pressed against their knees.

Waking up is always confusing. They sleep so rarely that it’s always hellish to claw their way back into consciousness. Even so, this feels different. Perri groans and turns their head to the side.

They turn, and they see you. 

In an instant their blood turns to ice and, nearly as quickly, melts. The excited little pitter-patter of their heart turns into great racing thumps, the weight of it so fast and heavy that it hurts. 

Oh. Oh.

You're lying next to them, body stretched languidly across the quilt. The red light of the radio tower blinks overhead. Lazily, like a pulse. Every few seconds it lights you up with a brilliant crimson haze, and then just as fast you're swallowed by the darkness once again. The illumination makes you look otherworldly, like some kind of fae creature sprawled out on their deck.

Perri tries to swallow and finds that they can't, that a rock has been wedged down their throat. Cold sweat beads on their forehead and trickles down the small of their back. There's a pinching behind their ribs that stings harder and harder with each throbbing beat of their heart.

They look away. They can’t stand watching you any longer, not when everything is a blur. Instead they stare out at the forest. They can’t make out any details, not really, but they do see the thick layer of late night fog smothering the trees. Normally they like the fog. They like how it swallows everything until they’re just a tower in the sky overlooking a sea of gray.

Right now, though, it’s isolating. They’re trapped.

Did they…did you…?

You’re lying next to them on the deck of their lookout, so clearly something happened. Perri sits up, risks another peek. You look disheveled, but of course you would. You’re sleeping outside, in the cold, in the middle of October. It doesn’t diminish your beauty, and Perri has to look away again.

Fuck.

They look at their hands. Their arms. Take stock of their body. They’re in yesterday’s cardigan and a pair of plush pajama pants. If you two had…if something had happened, they wouldn’t be dressed. Right?

They can’t take comfort in it for long, because you’re still here. They woke up next to you under the stars, and they have no fucking clue why.

Well–that isn’t true. They have some inkling as to why. You’re here because whenever they see you their heart dances. Because you make them smile. You’re beautiful, and they adore you already, and somehow you like them back. Of course they wanted you here. 

If only they could remember asking.

Perri can’t take this anymore. They get to their feet, trying not to look at you. They wring their hands over and over. The gesture calms them down, if only a little. It’s easier to think when their fingers are busy.

Memory has always been a tricky thing for Perri. Their insomnia has taken huge bites out of their brain, chewing things like memories into barely-recognizable bits. People are supposed to sleep, as a rule, and they don’t. Not really.

They stumble over to the tower railing, staring out at the fog. They just need to think, and it will come to them. What did they do last night–that’s where they need to start.

Did they put on their show? Surely they did, they so rarely miss it. If so…were you there? Did you stay after? Did you ask to stay…did they offer? They can’t imagine they would have. As much as they like you, they’re terrified. Now more than ever.

What did you two talk about? Did you watch the stars? They’ve always loved how the stars look out here. This far out from town you can see them all.

Did you kiss them?

Perri’s heart constricts. They feel sick. What if you did?

They aren’t sure they can take the thought of kissing you for the first time and forgetting about it. Anguish washes over them, leaving them feeling brittle. Like any second now they might break into a hundred tiny pieces.

“Hey.”

They spin around, heart instantly in their throat. You’re sitting up, huddled with the quilt wrapped around your shoulders. They can make out enough of your face to see that you’re smiling, though you look half asleep. A thin layer of mist curls around you, so pale they can hardly see it.

Perri meets your eyes and it’s like getting hit by a truck.

You did sit in during their show. You listened as they talked to callers, occasionally chiming in with your thoughts. You smiled at them over the soundboard, your eyes sparkling. They teased and joked in a way they don’t usually. They always feel more confident when they’re on air…and they wanted to impress you.

The whole time they wondered if you were flirting. You kept smiling at them. Making excuses to touch them–hand brushing against one another, shoulders bumping. Each time they felt half-nauseous with anxiety…and excitement, too.

And then the show ended, and they felt suddenly bold. Asked if you wanted to see the stars. They had the perfect place for it, they explained. They took you out onto the deck, spread out a tattered old quilt beneath you. Pointed out their favorite constellations.

At one point you rolled over on your side. Watched them, instead of the stars.

“What are you doing?” they whispered.

“This,” you responded, just as soft, before kissing them.

How could Perri forget?

“Um. Hi.”

They turn and face you now, emotions they can’t quite sort out churning within. They feel as elated as they are terrified. You let the quilt drop off your shoulders, smoothing it flat once again before patting the empty spot at your side.

“It’s pretty cold without you,” you say, and they think they might cry.

“Sorry,” their voice breaks, a little, but if you notice you don’t say anything.

“Come back to me?”

Perri can’t refuse. They return to your side, drop to their knees. They can’t believe they almost forgot their first night with you. In an instant they know that what they’re feeling is relief. It crashes over them so fiercely that it feels like it could knock them over. 

It makes them bold.

They kiss you. It’s clumsy, but it’s good. So good. They feel tears prick at the corners of their eyes. You kiss them back with a sleepy enthusiasm. When they pull away you reach up, brush away their tears.

“What’s wrong?” you ask, doubt flickering across your face.

“I–” they start, before stopping. Shaking their head. They remembered, in the end, so it doesn’t matter, does it? They remember you. Of course they remember you.

“I’m just happy,” Perri says. 

And they're not even lying. Not really.

[softichill]

You put sans jevil and spamton in a room who makes it out alive?

PS: spamton does get [[Power Of Neo]]

(My own reasoning in the tags)

[landoposition]

so, i'm not really the type of person that does posts like this, because this isn't fucking twitter and i didn't think that there would be people stooping down so many levels as to spread lies and misinformation about me. ME.

i have been receiving so many anons over the last few days about my age, because apparently some people think i'm 14??? and there's nothing i can do that makes them stop. i've blocked so many people but it doesn't fucking work. take a look below.

as you can see, it's currently spread out between my two accounts, this one and lnfourmemos. i had switched to another account for a day or two, but even then, people kept talking about me. (is this how lando feels? bc it sucks ass)

first, the claims of me writing smut. I DON'T. one look at my ao3 clearly indicates that i don't fucking do that. i've written implied sexual content because it's a fucking part of life, woooweee. but i've never gone and outright written explicit sexual content. the ONE explicit work i have is because of other shit.

either way, i have blocked a lot of you, but there's 30 fucking something people who are going with ALT accounts to do this shit. you all sit behind the screens so high and mighty, but there's actual people behind it. for a fanbase of a driver that preaches about mental health, some of you really aren't doing it. it's not nice being on the receiving end of those comments. it really isn't.

anyways. it's really, really tiring and upsetting to be in this situation. me and my friends are literally getting scared of opening notifications because of this deal. this is plain fucking harassment. you are doing to us what the drivers on that track preach against. you are doing to us something that while yes, in a smaller scale, is so similar to what lando went through.

i just needed to put this out there and bring some fucking awareness. thank you.

and i know damn well which ones of you are doing this shit. you keep calling out my name on your account and saying shit that i haven't even done. you blocked me, i blocked you. there's no fucking way i'm harassing you. shut UP. for someone that's “being harassed”, you're the one doing it to me.

tagging my girl who was also affected @landosversion

[runefactorynonsense]

okay, but i need to know how the rf1 and frontier divide works with the time loop theory

Honesty here; my thoughts on the Time Loop usually go from rf1 -> rf2, especially with various headcanons of mine that I would be using [Prime example being this blog supports a 'rf2 Kyle is the son of rf1's Lynette', which makes a 'bad ending' Sechs victory in 1 suddenly open up with a million game 2 possibilities- Antagonist Kyle!]

HOWEVER.

Given how there are a couple different thought paths with 1, Frontier, and the rest of the universe, the Time Loop setup I've made could be super fun? For example;

"Rune Factory ends, Raguna unmarried, and we roll right into Frontier." This seems to be what I think is implied!

"Rune Factory ends, something happens and forces Frontier to happen." My personal choice is to see it this way; the move was not voluntary.

"RF1 and Frontier are the same characters but separate." I've toyed with this before, with how the game barely touches on old things, with how we have to re-meet Mist, Rosetta, Lara, etc- and, well. Given that it's a GAME, made by a company, for a then-new console, it makes sense that the scene is standalone. Which means, one can consider it the story, and rf1 a different starting story.

I could see that Time Loop setup causing all 3 of those to be true, in different versions. 1, we chase Raguna right into Trampoli; 2, we have a brand new Anime Dead Wife opportunity; 3, we keep him out of Kardia altogether, what happens then?

Now that you HAVE me thinking as I type, though...

Given how Frontier, rf3 and rf4 talk so much about the depleting rune energy in the entire damn world, how you are punished so heavily for ignoring that balance in Frontier if you ignore the Runeys.... I think it could be very fun to imagine that Frontier events have to happen.

Stopping the extra depletion of rune energy could give extra time for Aquaticus to work on his area's problem, and also buy Venti a few more years to live as the 4 events are put into place..

Which also leaves some wonderful open doors for "Raguna had to live on the run" theories I've seen (esp from friends of mine) that come from the Ethelberd violence that ramps up between 1 and 4. Earthmates being hunted down and whatnot. Raguna was already chased from Kardia, and Trampoli isn't exactly a fort of safety, especially when Empire eyes have already discovered it... A super tiny town he'd rather have be safe...

So. Maybe Frontier has to be a "Fixed Point" in the universe (NOTE; I don't watch Doctor Who, but I've always recalled that term as it is so useful). We need it to happen. And maybe that means accidentally erasing family happiness from 1 in order to for sure chase the boy into Frontier!

All this being fun speculation, of course, and thank you for the chance to think about it!! As I genuinely had not factored in that game into my thinking!!

[paxbe]

i think about my mutuals on here as like living on the same cul de sac. like we never talk or even really interact but i see you mowing your lawn or getting your mail and i'm like "yeah nice, all as it should be" and if you got in the local paper for winning a raffle or something i'd be like "hey that's my neighbour! good for them" and then we'll continue to never speak until one of us dies or moves away. it's a perfect system

[tallytals]

u guys would still love me if i moved back to my main right 🥺

[starmocha]

Not me trying to remember the name of that old-school anime from like the 80s/90s with a hot android with an existential crisis 🗿

[cosmogyros]

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[dawnthefluffyduck]

Wanted to draw but didn't wanna mess with anything that had pen pressure in it just yet, so here's some ms paint doodles done while I watched a manchild play lethal company

[izzy-b-hands]

If ur waiting on a reply from me (and i know a couple of folks are rn) thank u for ur patience in waiting. I'm working on typing things up but today is just. idk how to put it but i keep winding up grumpy and my replies i feel are suffering for it. Pls know i do wanna chat and exchange ideas, I'm just trying to make sure the Grumpasaurus Rex side of my brain that's v loud today isn't mucking them up before i send them 🫂🫂❤️❤️

[mewos-laptop]

I would rather be within a community who unconditionally loves and supports one another than be an exclusionist just to be an exclusionist

If you genuinely find pride in being an asshole and not "feeling comfortable 😟😟😟😟" with people who you don't one hundred percent understand, then you are not the type of person who I would find pride in calling a friend

I'd rather hangout with the straight boyfriend than the queer cop who insists they're one of the "good ones" while harassing people of color

I'd rather hangout with the straight palestinian grandma than the queer zionist who keeps insisting that the death of palestinians is the one way ticket to queer liberation

I'd rather hangout with the leather dyke who is a mspec gaybian and uses paw/pawself pronouns than the puritan who makes "callout posts" clearly targeting disabled queer artists

[multifandomed-multishipper]

Using this as a journal I guess? Is that what y'all call it? I'll just think of things as I go I guess

Uhhh I was into countryhumans (god bless young and innocent me) until the fandom died off into the abyss

Then I moved on to MHA (cringe, Ik but I couldn't help it) and got tired of the shipping wars (still read the manga it's pritty guud)

Got huge into FNAF but not really much going on there

Was a wattpad kid, just warning y'all :)

I'll probably delete this post sooner or later

[angstandhappiness]

AMAZING

Greetings I play cookie run

[elitisim]

. ݁₊ ⊹DAYLIFESIMS CONVERSION COLLECTION! . ݁₊ ⊹

Happy black history month, y'all!❤️🔱🖤

So today we're starting off this month with the gorgeous work of what has to be the most consistently requested creator in my ask box; @daylifesims! Most of these were supposed to be a part of my slightly ill-fated Christmas advent, originally they had weird, crooked smiddle parts. But, now they're all fixed now and ready to go!

Also, everybody say thank you to @suteflower for suggesting that I also convert these for children and toddlers!

INFORMATION:

None of this is my original work! All mesh and texture credit goes to @daylifesims!

Set contains 25 hairs for Toddler ➤ Elder Females.

Set Contains 2 hairs for Toddlers, 13 for Children, 10 for Adults.

All hairs have 1024x textures, All LODs and Custom Thumbnails.

Set Contains all of Daylifesims' ethnic hairs as of 2/7/25 that I haven't been converted to TS3 yet, if there's an ethic hair of hers that you don't see here it's either in the [Janey Braid Set] or my [1k Followers Gift]

Credits, preview pictures, links to originals, polycounts and individual download links for every hair are under the cut.

Polycounts are ALL over the place. Nothing is over 25k, but as always, please reference the list under the cut before downloading!

Texture on the Acacia Bubbles hair looks SUPER blurry in CAS for some reason? It's normal in game, though.

The [Goddess Set - Alissa] was also converted by the lovely and talented @lalasimmer, Hers is [HERE], if you like both versions they will work in your game with no conflicts!

All my links are through Madiafire now! Because I'm sick of ya'll mfers complaining to me about SFS.

IF YOU HAVE ANY ISSUES AT ALL, PLEASE LET ME KNOW!

[DOWNLOAD MERGED]

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[PICK AND CHOOSE]

Taglist: @katsujiiccfinds (So glad ur back btw!! 💖We missed you!), @naturalhair-sims3 , @xto3conversionsfinds, @pis3update, @kpccfinds

Braids and Curls - Mairaly // 22.7k Poly //

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Braids and Curls - Tobi // 15.1 poly//

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Janey Braid Set for Child//23.8k Polys each // Found Under Hats// 1 Channel//

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Acacia Bubbles // 23.8k Polys each // Found Under Hats// 4 Channel// has a weird, blurry texture in cas, it is normal in game.

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Orange Blossom Curls // 20.2k Poly //

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Goddess Set - Alicia V1 // 22.3K Poly //

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Goddess Set - Alicia V2 // 21.3K Poly //

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Goddess Set - Alissa V1 // 20.6K Poly // Found Under Hats// 1 Channel//

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Goddess Set - Alissa V2 // 17.6K Poly // Found Under Hats// 1 Channel//

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Goddess Set - Alysea V1 // 23.9K Poly // Found Under Hats// 2 Channels//

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Goddess Set - Alysea V2 // 20.7K Poly // Found Under Hats// 2 Channels//

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