#pixel parlor

[sugarcoatedparlor]

More stuff for the AU!

First of all, gonna mention something i forgot, the Mr. Stick design was made by @snorklayton ! :3

Now onto some other sprites i made, including a new logo!

Had to get this one as an actual png since it would look a bit low quality and small if it was just an actual screenshot like the other ones

[sillzy]

A VERY long post detailing the main characters from my AU

Peppino and Gustavo:

They're kind of the same from pizza tower, except they make candy and sweets instead of pizza, and they run a parlor together, brick is still here, just didn't make a sprite for him yet

Also, Garry (the Pizza Granny variant) calls Peppino "Peppino Cookie"

Candycruncher (Pizzaface): Basically pizzaface but just more chaotic, that's all (i literally don't know what information to give them other than they're chaotic)

Fondae (Pizzahead)

She's basically what pizzahead originally was, extremely silly creature sometimes, total maniac other times

Poppy (Pepperman), The Constable (Vigilante) and Theodore (Noise)

Poppy is a music artist and hates when people don't like her music, The Constable is just a police officer, that's all, and Theodore is just a crazier noise, and a butcher too

And now, Sugargal

She's a silly creature who rarely gets angry, even if she's my favorite character from the au i barely have any info on her personality, other than she's happy most of the time

[bleu-pale]

Happy April 1st everyone ! This pixel art was made for the Pixel Parlor Palette Collab 2024 (the palette is INKPINK by Inkpendude 💜). I wanted to try to reproduce a more “cartoonish” style with these 4 illustrations ☺️.

[bbygyal123]

Scoop Ice Cream Parlour ♡

so i'm back & betterrrr !! as we all know i took a lil time off but i'm doing okay now and happy to be back !!

part 2 of my rebuilding magnolia promenade is this girly ice cream parlor made with kids in mind, so bring ur baby pixels to get some scoops @ scoop ice cream parlour, enjoy ♡

download info ~ free on patreon

ea id ~ bbygyal123

cc creds : @felixandresims @harrie-cc @pierisim @thecluttercat @awingedllama & more

[crookedkryptonitebeliever]

Hey Yves wanna see my wicked cool tattoo? 😏* pulls up my sleeve to show him a large bold ‘YVES’ tattoo’d on my forearm*

"Ah." Yves uttered softly as he bent down to inspect the ink work. But his eyes aren't focusing on the artist's skill, rather, the way your body reacts to something foreign invading it, like a tattoo. He took note of any redness, texture or anomalies on the artwork.

He already knew that you were about to get one, Yves was even flattered that out of all the words and quotes you considered, you preferred his name to be permanently a part of your body. He only wished that he could have been the one who worked with the tattoo gun, that way, he could obtain more data regarding your skin and flesh. Moreover, this was one of the few rare instances where he could (begrudgingly) further study your behavior towards pain while allowing himself to directly inflict it onto you.

Yves would have taken in all the reactions, micro or macro, while enduring the needles too, but alas, he has to rely on pixels from the hidden cameras and microphones. It's definitely better than nothing, but there was just so much wasted information without him being physically present there, up close and personal.

You weren't sure if Yves liked it. He's staring at it blankly while gently tracing the pads of his fingers against your bare skin. It felt tingly.

"I'm flattered." He smiled. Yves knew you got this just to see how he would react, not necessarily because you wanted to be branded with his name. It's plain. Yves looked back up to you.

"What do you think about it?" He asked, somewhat catching you off guard. So you started to explain, fumbling over your words but pointing out the obvious: you wouldn't have gotten it if you didn't like it.

He hummed in response. Caressing your forearm tenderly as you watched him with anticipation.

Maybe you expected him to freak out, Yves seemed like the type of person to be discouraging permanent body modifications. You thought he would disapprove of it, at least to a certain degree.

But you're unsure what to make of his attitude, he's ominously vague about it. So you decided to ask him directly about what he thinks, straight to the point and no fluff.

Your direct question was met with a loving kiss on the forehead.

"You're adorable." He murmured. Cuddling you against him. Instinctually, you wrapped your arms around his torso while he went on to run his manicured fingers through your hair.

"What else can you tell me about it?" He whispered while holding you close.

You stuttered, you didn't know how to answer that. So you hesitantly told Yves you have nothing else to say.

He stayed silent and continued with his affectionate touches. Somehow, you felt uncomfortable not saying more, so you began grasping at straws. Telling him about how you love him so much, and you wanted to have his name on you for some reason.

You elaborated more than you needed to, somewhat cringing at yourself the deeper you fall into this chatty spiral. But you kept on going because it increased your unease when you stop talking.

While you're distracted and sounding like a broken record, Yves took the opportunity to usher you to the living room sofa. He rummaged through your bag, which is a normal occurrence on its own, so you never stopped to question why he is going through your belongings hourly.

He pulled out a tube of tattoo aftercare ointment that was given to you by the parlor, unscrewed it open and dispensed a pea sized amount of cream onto his fingertips.

Yves wordlessly urged you to continue blabbering by body language alone, showing that he is very interested in what you have to say and subconsciously encouraging you to overshare as usual.

He applied the cream onto your tattoo, alleviating it of any itchiness or soreness. The entire time, latching onto every word you said and permanently etching them into the sulci his brain.

It didn't even register in your mind that Yves knew how to care for a fresh tattoo despite not having one himself. You didn't realize how he automatically knew what to do, where to find it and what to use, as if he was there when the tattoo artist had explained it to you.

You simply accepted that Yves knew what was good for you and allowed him to act accordingly without your explicit permission.

You accepted that Yves will take care of everything.

[jojomills]

‘Great Red Storm’

My song has no music

To squeeze a million dreams in one wish

My words—our words—are a thin tissue

And our minds are great red weeping wounds

Soaking pages, pixels, and parlors of our days

Sing! I will sing! In a nearly mute melody

In the pulping scant ply of lyrics lent to me

My expression of only the reality I see

A whisper, a whisper in my spent breath

A chorus composed of our bound quiet yells

Against the immensely more roaring cosmos

My meager sound is not enough alone

A pinprick of blood, lost in oceans of thunder

Swirls of frighting storm on Jupiter’s throne

Ganymede’s cast shade passing over—

Merely a mote, barely a note of all our splendor

A wondrous piece of momentous forever

___

[aheathen-conceivably]

Fableman Farm: An 1890s Decades Starter

Built circa 1880, this family farmhouse is ready to welcome its next owner. It’s complete with everything a young Victorian family may need, from a cozy parlor, to a fully functioning kitchen, a state of the art outhouse, and even two bedrooms upstairs.

The lot is originally built in Brindleton Bay, but it will also work in Willow Creek, Moonwood Mill, Copperdale, Henford-on-Bagley, Windenburg, and even Strangerville. It is also intended to function well in a decades challenge, so it is completely off the grid and decorated in an 1890s style. I have also included a cross stitch basket, chicken coop, farming plots, books, and even seeds to get your decades sims started.

As usual, it is CC free so that everyone can download it, but please feel free to redecorate it or redesign it, just tag me if you do use it so I can see your lovely pixels enjoying it too!

Lot Size: 30x20 Lot Value: 33,830 House Size: 2 Bedrooms, 1 Bathroom Lot Traits: Great Soil, Homey Lot Challenges: Simple Living, Off-the-Grid CC-free

Available to download on my gallery ID: aheathenbuilds or here (SFS, no ads).

[abonbons]

For the Lovely Pixel Parlor discord’s “X artists, 1 palette collab” using the Vivid Memory 8 palette 👌🏼

[msb-lair]

Scene Banners and Dividers - Post 12 of 12

[Post 1] [Post 2] [Post 3] [Post 4] [Post 5] [Post 6] [Post 7] [Post 8] [Post 9] [Post 10] [Post 11] [Post 12]

Decided to do a set of banners and dividers based on the scene images that would match, in style and size, my set of Coliseum Dividers. As new scenes get added to Flight Rising, they’ll get added to this set of photosets.

When linking from these images, make sure you’ve clicked on an image in the photoset and are doing your right click -> copy image link from the full size (640 pixel width) images, not from the downsized dashboard images. You are also welcome to copy these images and host them somewhere else if you find that more convenient. When attributing these images (not required) please link back to the first post.

Photoset #1:

Autumn Clearing

Foxfire Grove

Frostbite Falls

Moonbeam Aquaduct

Pillow Palace

Photoset #2:

Remembrance

Rocky Refuge

Royal Chamber

Shoreline Serenity

Starksand Dunes

Photoset #3:

Titan’s Fall

Wedfiend Cave

Lightweaver’s Domain (added 2020-06-22)

Flamecaller’s Domain (added 2020-11-14)

Stormcatcher’s Domain (added 2020-11-14)

Photoset #4 (added 2020-11-14):

Voyage of the Tenacity

Arcanist’s Domain

Plaguebringer’s Domain

Earthshaker’s Domain (added 2020-12-10)

Golem Workshop (added 2020-12-10)

Photoset #5 (added 2020-12-24):

Strange Chests

Quaint Parlor

Dusty Attic

Serpent Shrine (2021-01-22)

Icewarden’s Domain (2021-02-06)

Photoset #6 (added 2021-02-06):

Flowering Wasteland

Shadowbinder’s Domain (added 2021-02-24)

Training Field (added 2021-05-24)

Windsinger’s Domain (added 2021-05-24)

Tidelord’s Domain (added 2021-05-24)

Photoset #7 (added 2021-05-24):

Greenskeeper Gathering (added 2021-05-24)

Sandswept Delta (added 2021-06-02)

Blooming Grove (added 2021-06-02)

Arena (added 2021-06-02)

Waterway (added 2021-06-02)

Photoset #8 (added 2021-06-08):

8th Anniversary

Sunparched Prowl (added 2021-06-18)

Target Practice (added 2021-08-05)

Armory (added 2021-08-05)

Battlefield (added 2021-08-05)

Photoset #9 (added 2021-09-12):

Drakeharvest

Mire (added 2021-10-22)

Frigidfin Expedition (2021-12-20)

Enchanted Dungeon (2021-12-20)

Haunted Museum (2021-12-20)

Photoset #10 (Added 2022-02-12):

Lovebird Landscape

Garden Arches

Thunder Lizards (added 2022-02-18)

Kelp Beds (added 2022-03-19)

Ancient Harpy Canyon (2022-05-21)

Photoset #11 (2022-12-08):

Summer

Pirate Town

Autumn

Elder Sea

Harpy City (2022-12-15)

Photoset #12 (2022-12-22):

Witch’s Kitchen

Enchanted Library

Winter

[officialgleamstar]

well now i wanna know what ur first tattoo is

When I was 18, summer after graduating high school, I was dating a 21-year-old who took me to a tattoo parlor and we both got walk-in tattoos for $80 each. Already not good XD But I got song lyrics from my favorite song from middle school, Override [A] by Area 11, specifically the lyrics “Trigger the Override” (meant to symbolize my life changing now that I had left high school and was going to college)

The tattoo artist let me get the lyrics, but I wanted it on one line down my forearm in like, a mock computer sci-fi font, very pixelated, and he went “Nooo I don’t think so” and we ended up with a plain sans serif font, box-sized on two lines, facing so other people can read it but not me… XD

My entire family says it’s ugly which I don’t agree with, I think it’s fine, it’s just not what I wanted to get and it put me off of word tattoos because it’s like. I designed a simple tattoo that I loved, brought in that design, and just got told “no” and talked down to something that people find ugly LMAO it did not go well. I’m glad I got the tattoo though it means a lot to me

[sugarcoatedparlor]

Sugar-coated Parlor, my Pizza Tower AU

Hello there, this blog is for @sillzy's (me) au, Sugar-coated Parlor, a Pizza Tower AU about candy! (how original), Here are some stuff i did: including: characters, cover art (even if there are no songs made for it) and other stuff!

[sillzy]

Some more designs for my Pizza Tower au! :3

Here's the Pepperman design, and now onto some more enemy designs!

First off: Golf enemies

And here are the Pickle and Pineacool designs!

I hope you guys like these designs and sprites :3

[akihabaradivision]

Nikki's Thoughts on R.I.P Märchen

Queen Card

"It's not often I'm of the same mind as her, but I do agree with Keiko on this matter. I've heard of the woman known as 'Queen Card'. She's a supposedly skilled stage magician. I've never had interest in those sort of things. Like Keiko mentioned, they're merely just cheap parlor tricks with special effects. ...Kind of ironic that one of the people on this team works in special effects. But besides that, I think a woman as mysterious as her could do a lot more than just being a magician. But that's just me."

Reiaki Suzubayashi

"I think I've seen this woman's name before. Where was it again? ...Oh yeah, Criss mentioned that she was the one who did the artwork on some of the characters from her favorite live-action sci-fi film. While I've always loved sci-fi and horror, I feel that producers and directors can sometimes go overboard with some of the scenes in those movies. Not saying I'm scared, of course. But if you really want to make your audience interested or make them jump out of your seats, you could do more with getting your actors into their parts. You can buff up the effects all you want, but if a film doesn't capture the audience's attention, don't be surprised when sales are down."

"Anyway, besides that, I've heard she has quite a following on PROFILE. I think we have approximately the same number of followers, not that it matters much to me."

Miku Shirazuki

"Keiko and Criss mentioned this girl. She's a former pop idol, apparently. That might explain why I've never heard of her. Pop is probably my least favorite music genre. I'd sooner listen to boring elevator music over those overblown lyrics that most singers say these days. I heard that she quit performing due to an incident. ...If that's the case, why is she joining the D.R.B.? In an effort to reclaim some of her lost glory? If so, just go back to singing."

R.I.P Märchen

"The word 'Märchen' comes from the German word for, 'fairy tale'. So... I can assume that the group name signifies that they are bidding farewell to make-believe stories and such? Kind of oxymoron considering all of their occupations. The leader is a stage magician, the second member deals with special effects, and the last one is a former idol; all of these have to deal with some sort of glamor. I'm sure their team name has some sort of hidden meaning behind it, but I don't care enough to find out what."

"Besides that, like Keiko and Criss mentioned, I suppose since they are stationed in Minato, they're eventually going to go face-to-face against Oculus, the other Minato team that Keiko's mother is part of. Truthfully, it doesn't matter to me one bit who wins. We have enough to worry about with Pixel Syndicate. Let's worry about one team first before we focus on another."

[vxiphoid]

ㅤ ㅤㅤㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤㅤ ❛ 𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐍 𝐈𝐌𝐏𝐀𝐂𝐓 ❜

ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤㅤ archons rule over the land,

ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤ ㅤ elemental visions are granted

ㅤ ㅤㅤㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤ ㅤㅤㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤㅤ to the vast mortals.

ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤ ㅤㅤㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ 原神

HCS, DRABBLES, SHORT FICS

pretty little notes ➤ {001.}

pixelated zen ➤ {OO1.}

elixir of emotions ➤ {OO1.}

(remember that just because they aren’t on the list doesn’t mean i wont write for them in hcs, drabbles, or short fics. they’ll end up here :])

⊹ alhaitham ;; aquarius

sumeru akademiya scribe

⊹ arataki itto ;; gemini

head of the arataki gang

⊹ cyno ;; cancer

general mahamatra

misty comprehension ➤ OO1

⊹ diluc ;; taurus

master of the dawn winery

⊹ kaedehara kazuha ;; scorpio

wandering samurai

⊹ kaeya ;; sagittarius

quartermaster of the knights

⊹ shikanoin heizou ;; cancer

detective

⊹ xiao ;; aries

bane of all evil

⊹ zhongli ;; capricorn

wangsheng funeral parlor consultant

[spookyspaghettisundae]

What Happened to Tommy

Will's head moved on a swivel.

The door to the hallway: empty. The ninth-story window: a gateway to the block across the street, with the whole city draped in the dark of night, with islands of glowing lights from streetlamps and other apartment windows. And nobody looking inside. The whole living room around him: empty, quiet.

Home alone. Nobody else there.

Still… Will felt watched.

The tiny clicks from his mouse sliced through the silence of his home. The pointer on screen traveled from link to button to button to link. The keys clacked as he typed in new search phrases, probing the depths of the world wide web for the exact place he had in mind.

Something clicked behind him.

Nobody there. It clicked again—the refrigerator in the kitchen. It did that, every now and then.

Nothing.

Will continued clicking his way through cyberspace. The minutes never melted away because his fear of being watched kept gripping him, time and again. Shooting glances here, there, scanning every dark corner, even knowing that nothing and nobody else was around.

Nobody was watching.

Finally, Will found what he was looking for. A lead, perhaps. The kind of site that may offer the right clues.

A forum. The logo was white on black, depicted flatly in tall and narrow lettering—almost threatening and imposing, but not quite. It stopped just shy of looking professional; the amateurish design of all other text resembled the look and feel of old conspiracy theory websites from the mid-1990s.

The forum's title presented itself as bluntly as it was tacky.

THE TRUTHSEEKERS

It fit the profile. This was exactly the kind of site that Tommy had been frequenting.

Flat earth theories. Lizard people. Child-trafficking cabals of wealthy politicians operating out of a pizza parlor's backrooms. Alien abductions.

A melting pot of every kind of conspiracy theory, ranging from serious to absurd, occasionally crossing over to flat-out offensive. A crucible of critical thinkers who stopped just one step short of critically questioning their own thinking.

The grainy images plastering the banner underneath the title suggested as much. Little gray men found in Roswell, an image of a famous billionaire with magnified noise pixels blown up and drawn over in MS Paint to represent occult symbols, or odd silhouettes on a blurry photo that could have represented a Sasquatch sighting if you squinted hard enough.

A counter indicated that hundreds of people were currently online there.

Will never got a chance to check Tommy's internet history. After the police had cleared out from his friend's abandoned home, Will had found that the cops had seized all electronic devices.

And Will believed, in his heart of hearts, that Tommy would stay a missing person's report forever, a cold case filed away that nobody cared about. Unless he did something about it.

Someone had to.

THE TRUTHSEEKERS

This was exactly the kind of site that Tommy had been into before his unexplained disappearance. Myriads of websites like it littered the net, but he had to start somewhere. Will had never paid much attention to the specific sites in question, but that logo looked vaguely familiar.

Another click—behind him.

The fridge.

Swallowing the empty lump in his throat, Will proceeded to enter the forum.

Blocked.

Only registered users could view the forum's contents, as the notice on screen told him in capital letters. He swallowed again, and hastily clicked his way through the process of registration. Middle finger flicked the mouse wheel, flying over the Terms of Use, dumping a dummy e-mail address, and signing up.

Then he was in. Easy as pie.

Will gave up counting the number of sections that this site had been segmented into. There had to be over thirty subforums. Their names and descriptions did not do anything to help him navigate. Nothing stood out.

He sighed, got up, and made himself some instant coffee in the dark kitchen. This was going to be a long night. The spoon clinked and clattered into the sink before he returned to the cold glow of his computer screen.

Sipping from the steaming hot cup of boiled water mixed with cheap powder, he started scanning the forum sections from the top. Clicking his way into the first, he idly scrolled through the endless list of forum topics. Occasionally shaking his head over the absurdity of their titles, whether it was because of the wording, or because of what the titles sometimes implied.

His fear of being watched subsided. He sighed and took another sip. The liquid warming his insides offered a tiny bit of comfort. Some part of him hoped that Tommy would just magically show up again. A call, right now, on his dormant phone.

Nothing.

Too much to sift through. So much nonsense in these forums. Will figured that this was like looking for a needle in a haystack. Or a needle in the ocean, more likely.

He brought up the search function and searched for one of Tommy's common handles.

TeachingMoment101. Zero results.

Then another.

TTIOT89. Zero results.

Will fidgeted in his seat. The chair creaked, and the discomfort reached his belly. It was not the heat of the cheap coffee, but the nature of a more recent handle that Tommy had adopted.

The associations it evoked.

He tried BlackSunTommy.

His stomach dropped. 12 results.

Will sighed again and clicked on the top one.

"The Carnivalez gang members aren't human," read the title.

BlackSunTommy's replies were buried in a torrent of replies. The initial ones, discussing one of the city's local gangs having been taken over by aliens, shapeshifters, or shadow people, were the least unhinged. Will found the numerous racist remarks and comments inciting violence against immigrants to be far more chilling.

Tommy's comments consisted of pictures. He had slapped together memes based on still images from TV shows like Doctor Who or Supernatural, with written text sloppily pasted on top of them.

This was exactly the kind of humor that had been driving a wedge between Will and Tommy for the past year. It looked like Tommy had been channeling it more vocally in forums like this.

What else may he have been up to? What kind of people had he been seeing?

The thread offered no clues whatsoever. Nobody responded directly to Tommy. The posts left in this thread looked more like everybody was just flushing out their comments into the void, with everybody silently agreeing on the premise.

Will hit the back-button. Before he clicked on the next search result, an icon flashed on the top right of the browser window.

A private message from another forum user.

He shuddered. Thoughts raced in circles through his mind. Assuming first it was an automated welcoming message—then dismissing that because it should have happened upon logging in. Then wondering if someone had randomly messaged him, dismissing that as well. Causing fear to flare up again. The fear that came with feeling watched.

His head swiveled anew.

Nobody in the door to the hallway. Through the second-story window, he saw the silhouette of a young woman walk past drawn curtains of a lit window across the street, visibly dancing to music alone.

Will's apartment remained dark. Corners empty. Nobody else there.

He felt more watched than ever. He inhaled sharply.

Returned his attention to the bright white mail icon. Bit the bullet. Clicked.

It took him to his inbox on the Truthseekers forum.

A single message waited for him to open it.

Its title read: GOTCHA. Sender: DirtyBundies.

Will swallowed. The mouse pointer hovered over the link to the message's contents. He dithered, afraid of what he might encounter upon opening and reading that private message.

That made no sense, however. He had just joined a forum with tens of thousands of registered users. It had to be something random, or a prank. That was the kind of thing people did on sites like this, right? The kind of people Tommy had fallen in with ever since alienating his childhood friends?

Just thinking about Tommy's change in company made Will's stomach knot. They had grown apart. Tommy's newest friends always left Will feeling uncomfortable, and that was not because one of them was clearly a racist romancing fascistic fashion.

So, Will took the plunge. Clicked the message.

It contained little text to parse. "You didnt really read the ToU that closely."

Click.

A sound. Something behind him.

Not the fridge in the kitchen, nor the stove, nor the spoon in the sink.

A silhouette stood in the doorway. Dressed in black. The edge of a switchblade shone in the darkness.

A smile formed, teeth glistening bright. Sadistic glee drew the corners high, the lips wide, baring sharp fangs.

The intruder's eyes gleamed like those of a cat in shadows.

It all happened so quickly. A black-gloved hand twisting one arm to a point just short of snapping his bone, the desk chair tumbling lifelessly away, the carpet turning the thump of Will's head from painful to unpleasant, and the figure pinning him down against the floor with all his weight.

Nothing but a gasp and a whimper escaped Will, paralyzed with surprise and dread, and frozen by the cold and sharp knife kissing his neck and jawline.

The intruder hissed through fangs. That malevolent smile and those lips almost caressed Will's jugular. No warm breath grazed his skin.

Just cold. Unnatural cold.

"Thanks for inviting us in," whispered the vampire. "Making this easy on us. As a token of our gratitude, I'll make this easy on you, blood-bag. Bad news is, you ain't gonna die anytime soon."

Whatever pressure the vampire released from Will's arm, it made way to a strong hand pressing a damp rag over his mouth and nose. It smelled sweet, piercing perception and quickly fogging up his mind. Silently screaming its way to the surface of his thoughts was a single word: chloroform.

Dizziness set in. His vision faded.

Will was never seen again.