#scl tag

[insert-butterfly-pun-here]

Hi there! You seem like a cool person! :>

- Nyx 💫

This is from @stars-of-the-city

Hey!! Thanks a lot, you seem cool too! :D

[sadgrrly02]

fav scl song + rerecorded version (I highly recommend both)

[scilou-mdr]

Fanarts on paper that I made (Eddsworld + Ocs + sunshine day)

[graydraws]

remembered art exists...been doing a lot of character design lately

[pilmyeol]

god and when they went to the engagement party cheongsoons dress shoes were ill fitting and gave him blisters and he had to keep them on the whole time they were together but now he has shoes that fit him perfectly and when he took them off to walk along the beach he hummed je te veux and

[chleem]

Not a big deal pt2

miniseries; basketball player drew x high scl student reader

Summary: You lose your virginity to a random guy at a frat party miles away from your home. A few days later, you find out that he’s your brother’s competitor, for the regional colleges’ basketball tournament. 

Genre: strangers to lovers, smut, angst, fluff

Warnings: cursing, age gap (18 & 24), protected sex, etc.

⋆.˚ please dont copy my work, if inspired please tag me

⋆.˚ this is entirely fictional, if uncomfortable then don't read

♡⸝⸝ p1 | p3

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

“Can I have your number?”

A guy from the WCU team came up to you, while you were waiting for Luke. Your parents left due to a job emergency, and left you with your 'responsible' older brother. But currently, he was taking forever in the men’s locker room, and you were getting hit on by a guy from the WCU basketball team. 

He wasn’t ugly, but not handsome either. He was tall (duh) and…just, not your type. He said his name was Gus, and forced some small talk with you, which resulted in him asking for your number. 

“Um, sure,” you awkwardly smile, even though deep down you didn’t want to give it to him. When you reach for his phone, he purposely makes his hand brush against yours, which just gives you the ick. 

Huh. Let’s give him Luke’s number. That would be funny as fuck. 

You type in Luke’s number, giving him a smile as you hand it back to him. “Thanks,” he smiles, gross, and then texts something. “Did you receive it?”

You pretend to check your phone, and nod. “Yeah.”

“Great, um, then… I’ll text you,” he bites his lip, slipping his phone back in his pocket. Is it the end of this conversation? Please, let this be it. But of course, it isn’t. “We have a party, going on tonight.”

“Really?” You pretend to be intrigued. 

“Yeah, to celebrate the winning team. You should…you should come,” Gus invites. 

Oh shit. You really didn’t want to go, especially if you were going with this guy. Please, make something happen so you can reject this guy. 

And as if God heard your prayers, he sends an angel to your rescue. Just, not the angel you expected. 

The door of the men’s locker room opens, and both of you glance to see who it is. 

Drew. He comes out in a fresh set of clothes, wet hair, towel around his neck, and duffle bag hanging on his shoulders. Fuck. He looked soooo good. 

“So are you up for it?” Gus asks, turning to you. You literally had to force your eyes away from Drew. Plus, Gus says it loud enough for Drew to hear, who’s not even a meter away from you. 

You get ready to reject him, when Drew suddenly joins the conversation, wrapping an arm around Gus. Your eyes widen at his interruption, him smiling as he glances between the two of you. “Gus, who’s this you’ve got here?”

His blue eyes stare into yours; bringing you back to that night. 

His question lingers in the air, and he squeezes Gus’ shoulder to get an answer out of him. “Um, y/n. This is Drew, our captain.”

You didn’t know why, but you hoped that Drew would tell Gus that he knows who you are, and that you’ve met before. He doesn’t; instead, he says, “Nice to meet you,” followed by a wink. A wink that Gus doesn’t notice, too busy staring you down. 

Oh. Oh. You feel yourself get a degree hotter, physically. 

“What were you guys talking about?” Drew asks, glancing at Gus. 

“Um, just the party tonight. I’m asking y/n if she would like to come with me.”

Drew turns back to you, his eyebrows furrowed. Fuck. What did that expression mean? “It sounds very interesting,” you say, faking a smile at Gus. “But uh, I support the ECU,” you joke, pointing to the jersey you were wearing. 

The two guys' eyes scan your body, but only one of them really got to see what was underneath the jersey. “It’s open to the public,” Drew says, his eyes still lingering on your body. 

You bit down on your lip, trying to suppress your smile. Okay, so maybe he would like to see you at the party. “Where is it?”

“The hotel next to ECU, where we’re staying. Room…302, I believe?” Gus turns to Drew for confirmation, who just nods, forcing his eyes back to your face. 

You stare at Drew, who’s got a small smirk on now. “Open to the public,” he murmurs again, the smirk turning into a small smile now. 

God must hate you, because he sends the devil to your side during the crucial moments. The door to the locker room opens yet again, and when you glance at who it was, it was Luke. In fresh clothes, just gotten out the shower, and looking like he wanted to murder someone. 

His expression turns even meaner when he sees you with the WCU team members. He goes and stands closely beside you, his presence very pressuring. “What- what’s going on here?”

Fuck. Luke sounds like he wants to pick up a fight. You glance between Gus and Drew, who looks alarmed but confused at the same time. “Nothing; you took forever,” you tell your brother instead, hoping he can brush it off. “You should go get a cab.”

You push his shoulder to get him moving, but he doesn’t budge. He furrowed his eyebrows at you, before turning to Drew. Your brother wasn’t born yesterday; he knew they were hitting on you. “She’s a minor.”

Your brother always said that, whenever he found guys hitting on you. It scares them away, but you didn’t want Drew to be scared away. 

“I’m not,” you say firmly, trying to meet Drew’s eyes. “I’m 18 already.”

“Shit,” Gus comments, shocked. “I didn’t- I wouldn’t have hit on you if I knew you were so young-"

“So why are you still standing here?” Luke rudely comments. 

You just focused on Drew’s reaction; he’s looking elsewhere now, his other hand now scratching the side of his face. He’s definitely in shock, because you didn’t tell him that you were 18. But, what’s wrong with being 18? You’re a legal person now, so, was it that big of a deal? 

“Yeah, so sorry,” Gus apologizes, which doesn’t make you feel any better. You feel much worse. Wow, thanks a lot, Luke. 

You don’t miss how Drew’s eyes flicker over your body, while shock is still written on his face. 

“You should be. She’s still a kid,” Luke continues to say. “Didn’t know you were jerks off and on court.” Okay. Now your brother was just being petty about losing. 

“Could say the same about you,” Drew suddenly speaks up, his eyes turning to Luke. He stops scratching his face, biting on his lips now. 

Right. You’re suddenly reminded of Luke’s push at Drew towards the end of the game. Fuck. You wanna ask if he’s okay or not. You don’t even glance at Luke; he’s probably even more upset now.

“We gotta get going though, we’ve got stuff to do,” Drew adds, squeezing Gus’ shoulder again. 

“What stuff? Hitting on more minors?” Your brother gives them a nasty smirk, thinking his comment ate. 

“Actually, the local news are interviewing us,” Gus says, which comes out as a flex to your brother. “But, again, so sorry.”

“Yeah, we’ll, see you around,” Drew says, awkwardly glancing between the two of you. His eyes meet yours for a brief moment; and it was filled with shame and guilt. 

It doesn’t take an expert to analyze that look: he regrets sleeping with you. 

They walk outside the building, Drew taking his arm off Gus. Your eyes can’t help but follow them, watching their every move. You see Gus showing Drew something on his phone, and he grabs it out of his hand, examining it. Huh. What did he show Drew?

“They didn’t deserve to win,” your brother’s comment makes you pull your eyes away from them. Right, you’re reminded of this fucker that you’re unfortunately related to.

“What the fuck is wrong with you?” Is the first thing you say, genuinely pissed. “Who the fuck do you think you are?”

“What? Sorry for trying to protect you,” Luke says back, the anger in his voice matching yours. “Seriously, I don’t get enough credit for being a loving brother.”

“‘Loving brother’?” You laugh, as you walk towards the door, pushing it open. “No, you were just being a jerk. That was purely for your ego.”

“Ego my ass,” Luke follows behind you, the two of you walking side by side but not looking at each other. “You think I want to spend my time worrying about you?”

“Well, that’s exactly how you spend your time,” you angrily reply. 

“Can’t help it; I’m your brother, y/n. Nothing will change that,” Luke says. You roll your eyes, stopping at the cab sign, hoping a random cab will drive by. “But y/n, can you promise me one thing?”

“What?” You furrow your eyebrows, turning to your brother. 

His expression softens, and he lowers his voice. “Don’t- don’t get involved with the WCU guys, okay? Can you promise me that?”

Too late. “Why?” You ask, curious. 

“Imagine if I became friends with someone you hated a lot,” Luke says, and you imagine him with your classmate that you found annoying as fuck. Yeah, that image pisses you off. “Same goes for WCU. That…if I won, that would’ve been the turning point for me. But I didn’t. And I have every right to be upset.”

You stay silent, biting down on your lip. Shit. “Any guy, y/n. I wouldn’t care. Just, not them. Promise me that.”

How can you promise that when you’ve broken it in the first place?

A cab drives by, saving you from having to answer. “You got money?” You ask instead, holding your hand out to gesture the cab to stop. It stops, and you open the door. 

A small smile appears on his face, shaking his head lightly. “You owe me a lot,” he says, as you get in. 

“And you don’t complain, because you’re my ‘loving brother’,” you throw his words back at him, as he gets in the cab. 

He shakes his head again, before telling the driver the address to home.

Shit. This was awkward, you think. No involvement with WCU guys. Impossible, when you lost your virginity to one of them. And not just any one of them, the captain of their basketball team for god’s sake. 

——

How did you end up alone with Drew, in his hotel room?

Despite what your brother said, you still showed up at the WCU party. A very rude thing to do. But you figured, as long as no one from his team saw you here, it would be safe. For all he knows, you’re at the library studying. 

It went well at first; you showed up at the hotel room Gus told you, wandering around awkwardly. A few minutes and couple of drinks later, you bumped into Gus. He's definitely more flirty and pushy now, under the influence of alcohol.

It was Drew that saved you, butting in and forcing Gus to refill his drink. 

And now, you were in his hotel room, sitting at the foot of his bed. Drew leaned against his small kitchen sink, staring at the floor. This was more awkward than talking to Gus. 

You take the chance to look around; his washed clothes hanging by the window, unmade bed, messy dining table with his textbooks, and his luggage opened, some items just spread onto the floor. 

You play with your fingers, looking everywhere but Drew. Why did you agree to be alone with Drew, in his hotel room? It was weird, and very dangerous. 

It felt like time had stopped, until Drew spoke up. “So…you’re 18?”

“Yeah,” you nod awkwardly, your gaze turning to Drew. He bites down on his lip; looks of guilt written all over his face. You did not like that. “Been 18 for a very long time. So…”

Silence. Again. 

Drew seems to be in a spiral, trying to process everything. 

The silence was nerve-wracking; what was he thinking about? 

“Wait…” he starts, running a hand through his hair. He looks at you with furrowed brows, his eyes squinted slightly. “You…you’re…were you a virgin that night?”

Shit, shit, shit. 

“Tell me the truth, y/n,” he seriously says, scratching the corner of his mouth nervously. 

Something about his blue eyes make you want to surrender everything to him. You look away; focusing on the floor. “Yes,” you breathe out, “that was my first time.”

“Fuck,” Drew curses, and you glance at him. He’s clearly stressed, even starting to walk back and forth in front of you. “Fuck…I asked you that night. Why did you lie?”

“Would you have fucked me still?” You ask, sounding way bolder and rude that you expected. “Even if I told you-“

“I’m 24, y/n,” he interrupts. 

Drew’s 24? That’s…six years older than you. Oh wow.

But for some reason, you just can’t find yourself hating this age gap. It was one night, and both of you consented to it. So, was it that big of a deal?

“Do you wanna…sit?” You start, seeing how stressed Drew was. Drew hesitates; but eventually sits down on the spot you patted. You lick your lips nervously, glancing between his lap and yours. “Do you regret it?”

You ask; only because you need to get it off your chest. It was suffocating you; wondering it he regrets or hates that he slept with you. “No,” he answers almost instantly. You look up at his eyes, behind the stress, was softness and admiration in them. “I don’t. I enjoyed it, I…I enjoyed it.”

That makes you smile, and you shyly look down at your lap again. “Me too,” you whisper. And you can’t believe it, but you admit to him, “you set the standard high for me.”

That actually makes him laugh, and he covers his mouth in attempt to remain serious. You smile even wider, butterflies in your stomach that are proud you made him laugh. He shrugs, “Pretty easy when I have no competitors.”

You poke the side of his ribs, causing him in flinch in pain. You furrow your eyebrows, “are you okay?”

He rubs the part you poked, but shrugs, “just fell on my back today. Wasn’t bad.”

Oh. Luke pushed him. That must’ve hurt like hell, yet he’s acting careless. “You’re lying. Lemme see,” you reach for his shirt, and surprisingly, he doesn’t stop you. Instead, he leans down on the bed, tucking his arms behind his head. 

Woah. This angle of Drew, was crazy. You gulp, trying to ignore how hot he looked in his position and focus on examining his lower chest. You lift his shirt, and see some bruises that you didn’t see the last time, all over the side of his abs. Shit. “I’m gonna kill him,” you threaten, anger building up at Luke.

“Happens all the time,” he says, hooded eyes looking at you. “Really; this isn’t the worst that’s happened to me.”

“Hard to believe,” you look at him, your head slightly tilted. You couldn’t help but trace your hands on the outline of his abs; what a perfect body he has. 

“Broke my arm two years ago,” he says, and you gasp, to which he just nods. “Yeah, and the guy refused to pay for the bills. Really, your brother’s not the worst.”

“Did I tell you he’s my brother yet?” You suddenly rethink, wondering how he knows you’re related to Luke.

“You guys look identical. Almost thought you were twins.”

Very offended, you press on his bruise, causing him to flinch, hard. You giggle, putting your hands back in your lap. “Don’t say that, ever again.”

“Yes ma’am,” his eyes land on your lap. “Keep doing that.”

“Do what? Press on your bruise?”

“No; the thing you did earlier,” his voice suddenly drops lower.

You trace on his abs again, “this?”

“Yeah,” he says.  

The sudden urge to kiss him is strong. And the way Drew looks at you, he wants to kiss you too. 

“I want to kiss you,” he admits as well, a small smile on his lips. 

You kiss him lightly as a response, leaning onto his body. Drew seems to miss you, because he kisses you urgently and hungrily. One of his hand wraps around the back of your neck, flipping you over. Now, you were under him, the feel of his dangling necklace was against your throat.

You kiss him, trying your best to show him how much you’ve missed him as well. But, it seems like Drew was winning, with his boner pressing your lower stomach. You couldn’t help but laugh, and Drew pulls away from you with a confused expression. “What?”

“Awww, does kissing me turn you on?” You tease, feeling bold and confident with Drew on top of you. You run your hands through his hair, feeling how soft it is. 

“Insanely,” he admits, a small smile on his lips now. He returns to kissing you, before moving his lips down your neck. He sucks on the skin there, causing your back to arch in pleasure, your lips moaning his name. 

His hands slip under your dress, playing with the fabric of your underwear. But just as his hands get ready to slip in, he suddenly comes to a stop. He rubs your inner thigh, resting his head against your neck.

Then, he gets off of you, laying on the spot beside you.

What? You’re really confused, and you sit up, looking down at him. He’s covering his face with his hands, and you ask, “Why did you stop?”

“I… I don’t have a condom.”

Fuck.  

“Plus, this isn’t right.”

Excuse me? “What, what are you talking about?” You laugh nervously, wondering where he was going. His hands were still covering his face, so you had no idea if he really means anything he says. 

“You’re 18. This isn’t right.”

“Wow,” you scoff in disbelief.

You thought that when he kissed you again, it meant that he was okay with this. But he isn’t. In fact, he’s nowhere near okay with how young you were. Then why did he kiss you again? Why get hard at the simple act of kissing you? “Unbelievable,” you murmur, looking away from him. 

This age gap is a bigger deal to him than to you, it seems.

“I just…this isn’t right,” he says, coming out unclear since his hands are covering his face. 

You furrow your eyebrows even harder. Why won’t he look at you? Is it that shameful? Having involvement with you? “Why are you covering yourself?”

He doesn’t respond; so you admit, “now you’re making me sad by not even looking at me.” 

That makes him take his hands off his face, and you meet his blue eyes. He’s trying to not express it, but it’s really evident; Guilt. Guilt for wanting to sleep with you. “This isn’t right,” he repeats again, more softer this time.

You look away from him, biting down on your lip, “good to know.”

Drew sits up now, and he wraps his hand around yours. You quickly pull away; you feel disgusting now. Disgusted, by how he’s disgusted by you, by your age. You’re so stupid, thinking that Drew was going to want to sleep with you again.

Silence. Again. 

“I really like you,” he suddenly admits. 

“But you don’t want me,” you say, finding his sudden confession really stupid, not at all flattering to hear. 

“Don’t say that.”

“But that’s how you feel, isn't it?”

"No. Not even close," he murmurs, so low that if the room wasn't dead quiet now, you wouldn't catch it. “Do you like me too?” This question, he asks much louder, and you feel his stare burning down the side of your face.

“Does it matter? ‘This isn’t right’,” you throw his words back at him, which makes him lick his lips awkwardly, looking back down at his lap. Why can't he make up his mind? God knows you have, but what about Drew?

You roll your eyes, standing up.

“Where you going?”

“Leaving. I’m so stupid for even coming here in the first place.”

You look down at him, expecting some kind of reaction at least. But no. His eyes stay glued to his lap. And still no reaction, as you walk out his hotel room. He doesn’t follow you, call your name, nothing. He does nothing, nothing to try to stop you from leaving.

——

“Where’ve you been?”

No answer.

“Why are you dressed like that?”

No answer again.

“Y/n.”

Luke grabs onto your arm, stopping you from escaping to your room. 

You look up at his eyes, seeing the concern in them. 

And you don’t know why, but you cry. You cry, and Luke just brings you into his arms, hugging you. Being in his arms make you cry even harder, the tears flowing out like a waterfall. 

Luke doesn’t question it; simply just hugging you. 

You didn’t know that a boy from West Carolina would effect you this much. Affecting you physically and emotionally. Weird. 

Do you like me too? Yes, you think. I like you, even though I know nothing about you. I like you, even though you’re years older than me. I like you, even though I’ll never see you again. 

I like you, which is not a big deal. Not at all.

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word count: 3.4k

ִ ࣪𖤐 a/n: 😶‍🌫️ y'all prob hate me for this ending... BUT im open to making a third part ! imo, at the end of the day, drew will still feel weird for being with an 18 year old, despite being crazy attracted to her. idk, depends, would you guys want a third part, or is this a good end?

anyways, thanks for reading and enjoying the first part! flashing lights ch5 will be out this week <3

[translucentchick]

40 Weeks

Hello everyone! I've finally finished my KH organization 13 series comics!

You can DL the free PDF here: https://www.dropbox.com/scl/fi/syh9b938zcw0w8zqacvby/40-Weeks.pdf?rlkey=h17qwchdaojq9bm9y7jse2tr6&dl=0

As always, you can also view them here on my Tumblr through the #kingdomhearts tag! Thank you so much for reading, they were a pleasure to make!

[meinesims]

Default Replacement I use in my Game

Updated: 21.09.2024

Skin:

https://www.tumblr.com/horusmenhosetix/738784653973028864/for-the-anon-who-requested-it-here-is-a-completed?source=share

Eyes (realistic):

https://modthesims.info/d/684369/re-cerberus-default-replacement-eye-mesh-amp-textures.html

Eye color:

https://modthesims.info/d/684469/eye-color-presets-default-replacement.html

Hair:

https://maryjanesims3.tumblr.com/tagged/drhair

https://firefoxsims3.tumblr.com/

Beard, Brows, Eyeliner, Lipstick and Blush:

https://simplelife.chagasi.com/sims3.html

Feet:

https://retroxdance.tumblr.com/post/61017127591/blooms-sexy-feet-are-some-of-the-default

https://pandelabs.tumblr.com/post/143747843215/default-feet-replacement-by-bloomsbase-i-remember

CAS Lighting:

https://modthesims.info/d/681043/cas-lighting-edit.html

CAS Background:

https://www.tumblr.com/cozygirlsimmer/751375392332562432/so-i-have-been-motivated-lately-so-i-decided-to?source=share

Grey UI:

https://modthesims.info/d/579123/gray-ui-recolor.html

Camera:

https://modthesims.info/d/345987/no-drift-lower-level-free-cam-camera-mod-updated-for-island-paradise-patch-1-55.html

https://modthesims.info/d/350493/no-more-fade-now-as-package.html

Game Fix from the Steam Guide:

https://steamcommunity.com/sharedfiles/filedetails/?id=1131162350

Environment:

Snow: https://modthesims.info/d/634199/snow-but-better-snow-replacement-mod.html, https://modthesims.info/d/634426/no-more-ugly-snowprints.html

Lighting Mod: https://nilxis.tumblr.com/post/643223239737425920/uranesia-lighting-mod-plus-this-is-essentially

Food and Plates replace: https://boringbones.blogspot.com/2023/08/renovacao-deliciosa-substituicao-para.html

Milky Way: https://nilxis.tumblr.com/post/164572117716/milky-way-night-sky-for-ts3-and-caw-add-some

Aurora Borealis: https://modthesims.info/d/672820/aurora-boreal-unicorn-aurora-default-replacement.html

Rocks replacement: https://boringbones.blogspot.com/2023/09/set-de-rochas-de-simaddix-recoloridas.html

Textures replacement: https://www.tumblr.com/asabinsims/752813087491604480/the-sims-3-project-renaissance-release?source=share

https://modthesims.info/d/666599/ts3-hd-textures-series-terrain-pack-update-fixed-road-tiling.html

High Quality Headline Effects: https://modthesims.info/d/685084/high-quality-headline-effects.html

Realistic Clouds: https://www.dropbox.com/scl/fi/ye27bne6w7r6o90/Nilxis_RealisticClouds.rar?rlkey=0pugi29b1kw40i6kzqwyctc9b&e=1&dl=0

[jzargo]

I do think there's an interesting discussion to be had about how Halsin, continuously, flees responsibility.

The most obvious example of this is in Act 1, when he decides to call for a new Arch Druid to handle the Grove while he goes with you to Moonrise Towers, but this can also be seen in Act 2 when he leaves the Shadow Cursed lands to accompany you to Baldur's Gate. While he did travel with you to find the Cult of the Absolute, his primary motivation in Act 2 was lifting the Shadow Curse and freeing Thaniel. Regardless of how you resolved events in Act 2, it makes the most sense for Halsin to stay behind - either to help the land heal in the aftermath of the Shadow Curse, or to find a new way to free the land if you don't lift the curse.

But again he flees, and he goes with you.

Now I know the Doylist reasoning for this is Larian made him romancable last-minute and so handwaved in an explanation of Halsin wanting to tag along to help you fight the Netherbrain/he was dtf by that point, but the thing is it is consistent with his character. For someone who is continuously placed in a position of authority, Halsin seems to be deeply uncomfortable with responsibility - or at the very least feels deeply inadequate for the task, and all-too readily passes it over to someone he feels is more prepared for it.

By the epilogue he seems to have (mostly) figured out this part of his character, as he's returned to the SCL and is mentoring children there, but I think it's a shame we don't see this aspect explored more, especially since his content is so lacking in Act 3. If you're not romancing Halsin, he's just sort of...there. He has a few comments about Baldur's Gate and there's a few discussions you can have with him about civilization vs nature (which don't really go anywhere or have any meaningful impact on his character), but otherwise his character severely stagnates in Act 3.

Exploring how Halsin feels now that his greatest "failure" - the Shadow Curse - has been resolved, could have been a fascinating turn for his character. Forcing him to examine how that event affected how he views any other responsibility he's been given (It's easy to draw a line from "he feels he failed massively when Ketheric Thorm cast the Shadow Cures" to "he feels like he is incapable of handling any sort of responsibility") and helping him to reconcile those feelings could have been a really nice resolution to character threads that otherwise just sort of fall to the wayside by Act 3.

I just think there's ample opportunity for Halsin to have a really interesting character arc by Act 3.

[madridfangirl]

helloooooo favourite writer!!!

amidst the passionate love-making you’ve portrayed Ananya & Jude to do, i would really like to see a blurb of jude coming home after a bad game / bad day / bad training and for him to come home and fuck ananya ‘roughly’ but it was basically just him being aloof and distant - as if he were fucking a bobo doll. then i want to see ananya call out jude for it, and for him to maybe break down? tears, angry tears, angst (obviously from guilt but also he just has had a really shit day)

then, i would really like the end to be soft, love-making of the two, (ananya preferably on top) as she takes care of him (preferably sitting up so jude hugs around her, maybe even face in chest as she rides him??)

sorry if this is a lot to take in, but so is jude’s c-

have a nice day, and please tag me in the end product 🫧🎀

Helloo dear reader :)

Loooks like you have a really elaborate idea here. Maybe you should write it 😇

I have already written an aspect of it in SCL - their first time when Jude was not in the right state of mind and she stopped him midway to say she couldn’t feel her Jude.

[insert-butterfly-pun-here]

Have you heard of Avalon? If so, their death anniversary is today! What do you plan to do if you celebrate?

Uhh I don't know anything about literally anything um who's Avalon what happened

[horngryeyes]

okay i need some help with figuring out how everything works. i dont know who voted in that poll but @clitfisto and @frillsandfangs interacted with that poll post sooo im tagging

can yall access the readme file and the test video file?

can you access that without making a dropbox acct?

can you edit those files? (you shouldnt be able to but dropbox is being weird on me)

how is the quality?

link: https://www.dropbox.com/scl/fo/cgp4o16obhhp11d1gkwgn/AHUr1X2mtlk1dnkfCGnc9Gw?rlkey=6qedi9fsz5z8h7o9w1zwkdp1k&st=nrb5ieue&dl=0

[rebelsandfools]

Rebels and Fools: Issue 7

It's time for the grand finale - the final, sparkling new issue of our digital Blake’s 7 fanzine, Rebels and Fools, has arrived!

Seven issues - what a fantastic achievement, at last complete. If you're new, you now have the full set of R&F issues at your fingertips - if you've been here forever, here's the final piece for your collection.

One last time a massive THANK YOU again to all contributors, without whom this zine wouldn’t exist. As our readers, please be vocal in your appreciation, in public or in private. You will find ways to contact the individual contributors in the zine, but I’m also always happy to take messages on this blog (ask box!), and appreciation posted into #rebelsandfools is most welcome and will be reblogged here (unless Tumblr eats the tagged posts because, well, Tumblr). And if you happen to be in the mood for a review - there is still space on R&F’s fanlore page!

Click here to get to the pdf download of the zine, or find the link for copy-pasting under this issue’s cover image by yours truly the editor, @jaelijn.

Here is the link to the zine again, and for copy-pasting: 

https://www.dropbox.com/scl/fi/l889fts4u35tqfm0l4pcd/Rebels-and-Fools-Issue-7.pdf?rlkey=85bggvwjr1ikf5x90k38tnl5p&dl=0

Enjoy the zine!

Sharing and Promotion: You are absolutely encouraged to talk about and promote the zine to Blake’s 7 fans anywhere and everywhere! If you wish to publicly share the zine off Tumblr, please link to the original of this Tumblr post, not the direct Dropbox link. I will be maintaining the link on here, but cannot guarantee that the download link won’t change over time.

One caveat on promotion: you cannot use the cover image or any content that is not your own in full or in part for the promotion of the zine (or any other purpose, really) without the explicit permission of the editor (me) and the creator of the content in question - if you plan a bigger piece on/promotion of R&F, contact the editor. You are not permitted to profit financially from this zine in any way, including but not limited to promotion and/or sharing of the zine.

Contributors: You are absolutely allowed to post your own work elsewhere, as long as you don’t submit it to another zine. I would, however, ask you to wait just one little week until August 30th 2023 before doing so, just so people have time to appreciate the zine in full first, and that you mention the zine and link back to this post when you do. There is also an AO3 collection, if you want to add your works there. For now, you can absolutely point people to the full zine and highlight where to find your content, if you want. Please do not use any submissions to the zine to make financial profit. And finally: thank you again for your wonderful submissions!

[dreamersbcll]

“Intoxicated” -

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Sam remembers the first time she got high. It was a blessing in disguise.

There she was at some house party, maybe Scott Donovan’s house. She didn’t care. All she cared about was numbing her pain.

She had just turned fourteen and was in her first year of high school. She wore many slutty tops and low-rise jeans, begging for boys' attention. Not because she was lonely or wanted a romance but because she wanted access to their world. She needed to be numbed, fucking sedated to deal with her past. And the stupid boys held the key.

There were easier ways to cope. It would probably be healthier if Sam let go and grew up from her past. But she couldn’t. She couldn’t move on.

Her father was a fucking killer. A cold-blooded murderer with no tangible rhyme or reason for what he did. And she was forever linked to him, like some death trap she accidentally stumbled onto.

And she was stuck forever. So she might as well make it tolerable.

Taking a sip of her shitty beer, she sighed, leaning her head against the door frame. She had worn her best top, showing just enough cleavage to get them looking. And finally, one bit.

“Hey, pretty thing. You’re looking too good to stand here all alone,” he purred, smelling strongly of weed and beer.

He was tall and looked scraggly. She doesn’t remember his name. She probably never learned it, either.

She just smirked up at him, taking another sip. “You got something for me to smoke, or are you gonna waste my time?”.

He smiled, a wicked, daunting smile. “Follow me, pretty thing.”

The party was a blur after that.

The feeling of floating and being outside of her body was all she could remember. It didn’t matter that her father was a killer. She couldn’t even feel her toes anymore. Her head was light, full of air. She was alive in ways that others wished they could be.

It was exhilarating. It was everything she could’ve dreamed of and more.

And she wanted more. She needed more, craving it as she had never craved anything in her life before.

And so she continued. She took anything and everything under the sun. She wouldn’t come home for days sometimes, just constantly getting wasted on whatever they would give her.

Sam also got to know Wes’ mom very, very well. She had built quite the case file of public intoxications, disorderly conduct, and vandalism.

Spray paint became her new best friend. Her need to create art was revived by the alcohol in her veins.

After years of practicing her technique and running from the cops nipping at her heels, she creates her swan song. Somewhere in Woodsboro, under the bridge off of Rose Street, there is a mural she had painted on Tara’s twelfth birthday.

A portrait of a little girl with big brown eyes welled up with tears—a halo on her head.

Tagged with the name “SCL” underneath.

Sam Carpenter-Loomis.

[spacepunksupreme]

All the Matthew Lillard thirst posts in the SCL Punk! tag are so funny to me

like get the photoshop flower crown and anime blushie off of Stevo his best friend is dead and trajectory of his life as been permanently altered in a way that is simultaneously unexpected and completely inevitable

[pwestsimersstuff]

Coastal breeze backgrounds 🐚☀️

🪩Download link: https://www.dropbox.com/scl/fi/o1ces68fgcatprd41yrs9/coastal-breeze.package?rlkey=99wjostr6g2vh0lzr0rq3yt3d&dl=0

(Please note that you might find the backgrounds in game under “costal breeze” I stupidly made a typo and I went back and changed the name but I’m not sure if it actually changed in game. 🙂)

Tag me in your posts so I can see your beautiful sims! 🤍

Credit: Original mesh by RAVASHEEN

https://www.thesimsresource.com/downloads/1523047

📥 Feel free to give me ideas on backgrounds you would like to see from me!