#sims halloween prompts

[simder-talia-blog]

When @simstober didn't quite happen last year I got sad and made my own prompt list.

@notsosimstober came through with their own, but I still wanted to share the list I made, for this year 🕯️🍭🍫🦇🕯️ (there are some similar prompts because this was made a year ago)

If you decide to choose any from the list above, please do tag me @simdertalia or @simder-talia-blog, I will reblog them on my blog page!

[hdmiports]

i’m condemned / just like all my worthless friends

for day 1 of @maadsimming’s simblreen! <3

[babybatscreationsv2]

For Halloween prompt - how about a vampire Starker with SIM!Tony meeting his kinky and power equal in Vampire!Peter?

Warnings for murder, blood, fear kink, and dehumanization

"I like the way you catch your prey," a man behind him said. Peter set down the drink he was pretending to nurse. He turned away from the bar to see the host of the party addressing him.

"I'm sorry?" Peter answered.

Tony grinned. "Men like us don't apologize," he said with a wink. Then he held out his hand. "Come take a walk with me."

Peter stepped down from the stool. He inhaled through his nose the scent he found in the air was strange. There was something wrong with his blood. Everyone here was shooting up Tony's Extremis. They all smelled of it. Tony's was different though. Whatever he was giving the public wasn't the same as what he gave the others. His scent was even more alien.

Tony took his hand and tucked Peter's arm in his. They walked along the edge of the roof, waist high glass railing to one side. All around them the party was turning into a orgy, as they always did. Peter was usually gone by now.

"I don't recall inviting you," Tony said casually.

"I can't imagine you invited all of these people individually."

"You have no idea what I spend my time on."

Peter laughed. "The great Tony Stark? Surely you have more important things to do."

Tony looked at him with eyebrows raised and a gleam in his eyes. "You would be right. In fact, the very important thing I've been spending my time on," he said as they passed through the open doorway and into the bedroom. "Is you."

He stopped and turned so they were facing each other. Peter glanced at the handful of couples in the room. All were too intoxicated to remember this tomorrow.

"What about me?"

Tony's grip tightened on his hand. Something moved up his arm like liquid metal. Peter looked down to see flowing silver moving up his arm. He jerked back as it reached his elbow, but it was strong.

"Let go of me!" Peter shoved him back with his other hand, but Tony grabbed his forearm. The man smiled, entirely delighted to see his genius once again fulfill him. Silver slid up that arm, too, encasing him up to his neck until he couldn't move his arms.

"I know why you come to these parties, Peter. My friends can be careless. Sometimes accidents happen. Sometimes a person slips and falls from a rooftop."

"I don't know what you're talking about. Let me go!"

Tony leaned into his space. "I don't mind you killing people. Not even people who are close to me." He scoffed. "If they couldn't fight you off, then they deserve it. No matter how much Extremis they take, they'll always be weak. Not like us."

"What do you want?"

Tony's eyes slid down from his own. They lingered over his lips, then carried on down his body. Peter breathed a little faster, air moving uselessly through his lifeless body in a mockery of human arousal.

The silver on his skin drew back, growing less rigid. It felt soft now like skin as it brushed over his skin. A human hand wrapped around the back of his neck and pulled him a step closer. Then Tony's lips were on his, moving together, as silver tendrils slid over his body making him shiver down into his toes.

He followed eagerly as Tony pulled him onto the bed. The man laid down on his back, cradling Peter to him. Hands on his hips, encouraged him to grind against him. The growing pleasure only reminded him of how hungry he was. Orgasms are sweeter without the distraction of aching fangs and Tony was practically demanding sex. Not that Peter had any complaints about that.

He pushed up on his hands, looking down at those blue eyes that seemed almost to glow. Tony smirked and he spoke before Peter could even get the words out.

"Let's get you what you came here for." He gently pushed Peter over to the side so he was laying next to him. Then he took a moment to view the hedonism creating something of a chorus within the room.

Tony looked at the woman laying closest to the bed. She was barely conscious and she did nothing but laugh when Tony grabbed her by the hair and pulled her onto the bed. She knelt, body limp, in his grasp.

"He's going to kill you," Tony said, nodding toward Peter.

"Wh-what?" she gasped, still giggling.

Tony shook her. "He's going to fucking kill you." He threw her down in between them. Peter watched her face as terror broke through her high.

"No- no, please-" She tried to push herself up, but Peter put his hand on her abdomen. It took nothing at all to keep her still even as she began to cry.

"Go on then," Tony said. "She's not worth the air she's wasting."

Peter looked at Tony, ignoring the struggling woman beneath him. He'd assumed Tony was just too big of an asshole to care about people dying, but that wasn't it at all. He cared very much. This whole thing he did. Playing god. It turned him on. And he wanted to watch Peter kill in a way he couldn't. With unrestrained violence.

He grabbed the woman by her throat and pulled her back up to her knees. He held Tony's eye as he settled behind her, ignoring the scratching of her nails. Tony moved only to grab her legs to stop her kicking, eyes still locked with Peter's, waiting.

He ran his lips over her neck and she sobbed, crying and begging already. Then his teeth, his fangs, cut into her skin and she screamed. Blood rushed into his mouth and his eyes finally shut in ecstasy. That first taste was always pure pleasure. He moaned into her skin, holding her tighter, feeling a bone somewhere crack.

It must have been a rib and it must have gone into her lung because she was wheezing now, gasping for air, as she suffocated. She died too quickly, forcing Peter to stop and drop her body not yet drained to the bed.

There was a moment of silence as the pair of them stared at each other. Then Tony was on top of him, pulling at his clothes. Between Peter's claw-like nails and Tony's silver tendrils, they turned their clothes into shreds.

The scent of blood was growing in the air as it leaked from the corpse's torn throat. It only made him hungrier. The Extremis now in his system was dangerous. It made him stronger than he already was, but Tony didn't seem to mind the bruising grip on his skin. He only stopped him when a thought crossed his mind and he drew back with a cruel grin.

Beside them, a man was passed out on the floor. His lover had crawled off to find someone else. Tony slapped him until his eyes blinked open, then he dragged him onto the bed. He positioned Peter over top of him, pressing kisses down his spine. He dragged his nails up Peter's thigh bringing a sigh to his lips.

Then he was stuffing his cock into him, without any real care, but Peter didn't mind the pain. Especially not with his weight against his back and his lips on his neck. They shared a kiss as Tony's hips met his ass. Peter moaned as he pushed in deep enough to ache in his gut.

"Take him," Tony purred.

Peter bent his head and placed his lips at the man's neck. For a moment, he moaned and his hands gripped Peter's arms. Then he was whimpering as fangs broke skin. Peter moaned into his neck. The motion of Tony fucking him caused him to tear the man's neck, making the blood flow faster. He wasn't going to last any longer than the man beneath him.

Silver tendrils slid over his skin like living bondage. He hadn't even realized just how much of him needed to be touched until he was wrapped up in him.

"How does it feel when they die on your tongue?" Tony mused.

Peter gasped, mouth unlatching from the man beneath him. He pushed Tony aside, rolling them over so Peter could lay on his back with Tony above him. He pulled him, kissing him with blood still on his tongue, gasping when Tony shoved his cock back in, fucking him while the man beside him took his last breaths.

[sirnlishoccult]

hellfire

[luveline]

𝐛𝐲 𝐭𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐬 | 𝐫𝐞𝐦𝐮𝐬 𝐥𝐮𝐩𝐢𝐧

remus’ touch after a long night prompts a tired confession (and a slew of clumsy kisses). 

requested here. modern au. fem!reader, 3.6k.

˚‧꒰ა ✮ ໒꒱‧˚

“I'm going to bed,” Sirius mumbles, scratching at his eyes as he gets up. “Don't let her sleep in her makeup. She'll get an eye infection.” 

Your eyes are getting sore, but it's hardly Remus' responsibility to make sure you wash your face tonight, nor Sirius’ to remind you. “I'm a big girl.” 

Sirius sends you a smile, ignoring your chiding. “Goodnight, my loves,” he says, waving you both away as he heads out of the living room and up the stairs. 

“Notice how he didn't do his dishes?” Remus asks, shifting beside you. 

He's sitting as he tends to, slouched in a way that can't be good for his back in the long run but is clearly comfortable short term. His chin is on his chest, his legs kicked out under the coffee table, which is decorated by the casualties of the night. Sirius’ dinner plate, Remus’ mug, James’ rarely used handheld console. He'd been playing a cutesy farming sim before he said goodnight an hour ago. Sirius stayed to mess with James’ crops and eat a late supper. You're surprised it took him as long as it did to admit defeat. 

“What time is it?” you ask. 

You're laying on the sofa with your socked feet tucked behind Remus’ back, of which he's yet to complain. His elbow brushes your shin as he brings up his arm. “Nearly one in the morning, now,” he reads from his watch. “Let's go to bed too, yeah?” 

“I don't want to.” You turn your face into the pillow behind your neck.

“Me neither,” Remus says, dropping his hand on your knee.

You watch another twenty minutes of TV together failing to summon the energy to stand, but the want for a glass of water grows too big. Your head throbs as you get up, offering your hands to the pretzel that is your favourite housemate.

Remus turns off the TV and lights. You lock the front door. He carries the dirty dishes to the kitchen and you fill up two glasses of water to take with you. It's all so… regular. A routine you share nearly every night, only to climb into your two separate beds. 

He ushers you out of the kitchen and down the hallway with his hand behind your shoulders, his touch a phantom as you ascend the stairs.

You're silent beside the creak of the old wood, too tired to speak. Remus is similarly quiet, though he does whisper, “Watch,” when you nearly kick the box of Halloween decorations waiting to be taken up into the attic. 

You leave your water on the towel box in the alcove and dance around one another in the bathroom. Sirius’ toothbrush lays on the sink still wet, but otherwise there's no signs of him. 

You're feeling very, very tired. You hadn't realised how bad it was until you're putting your toothbrush in your mouth, leant up against the window sill, a slot of cold air seeping in from the dark outside. Your eyes shutter closed. The scrubbing sound of Remus brushing his teeth is almost lulling. 

He swills out his mouth and washes his brush. “Here,” he says gently. You open your eyes just enough to see him beckoning you forward. “Dove, your necklace.” 

“Oh. Thanks.” You turn your back to him. 

His fingers are damp and cool on your skin as he unclasps your necklace. He often takes it off for you. It's one of the things you'll miss when you guys aren't living together anymore, the slow meander to his bedroom, the wood of his door jam on your cheek as you lean against it and give him a hopeful smile. Sometimes he's awake, reading a novel on his side in bed or listening to music at his desk, other times he's sleeping. On those occasions you spend too long lingering, stolen seconds spent staring at the rise and fall of his shoulder. 

“Thank you,” you say as he puts your necklace in the jewellery dish. It comes out missing vowels, lips stuck together as though honeyed. 

You spit pathetically in the sink, rinse your brush, and consider sitting down. “I'm tired,” you whine, wiping your lips. 

“I know,” Remus says, giving you a fond nudge. “Just wash your face and get on with it.” 

“You first. I'm going to nap standing up for a bit.” 

He puts as much of his hair behind his ears as he can and turns on the tap. This is just as familiar as brushing your teeth together. It's not quite as bad as watching James Perfect Skin Potter wash his face with bar soap, but you have to admit that Remus’ eight-nine pence face soap hurts your heart. He washes it off, pats his face dry, and takes the small bottle of bio oil out of the medicine cabinet to pipette onto his pinky finger. “Wash your face,” he says, smoothing the oil into his scars one by one. 

You shake your head. “M'gonna do it in the morning.” 

“That's why your eye was swollen a few weeks ago. You know yourself you won't.” 

“I might,” you say, letting out a big breath as you rub your sore eyes even sorer, “I'm too tired.” 

“Can you sit up, at least?” 

“No.” Remus takes you by the shoulders and forces you to sit on the edge of the bath. “Aggressive?” 

“Don't fall in,” he says, cupping your cheek briefly as if to make sure you've heard. 

You are hearing him, seeing him, even feeling the immensity of his touch, but you're tired, and you know you can let yourself relax completely with him. You'd be the same with James or Sirius, though neither of them could have your head feeling so dizzyingly light from a single touch as Remus can. You probably wouldn't let them persuade you into this, either, tilting your head back to watch through blurry vision as Remus soaks a cotton round in your facial oil. 

“Close your eyes,” he says. 

“Was that a dracula impression?” 

“I command you.” 

You close your eyes. The queasy feeling of oil drags against your lids as Remus wipes them, loosening the stiff tubes of mascara that coat your lashes. It's not a short process because he's very, very gentle, holding your face delicately as though you're a flower in need of coddling, and him the sun. It's the only metaphor that would ever make sense for you and Remus; he's like the sun even if it goes against every statement he's ever made about himself, or anyone else has, for that matter. People think he's a moody, sarcastic boy, and he is, but he's also a vestibule of sweetness, softness, and warmth. The kind of heat you'd only ever feel kissing your skin under the summer sun. But more than that, he's the relief that follows when the clouds come out. 

And his hands are all over you. Your head gets heavier by the minute, eased into dozing by his touch and quiet tones. “We're almost done. I'm gonna have to carry you to bed at this rate.” 

“I'm going to miss this so much one day,” you say. It's easier to admit when you're not looking at him. 

Remus turns on the tap. Hot water runs, you can tell by the sound as strange as it seems, and he wrings the dirtied cotton round before replacing it with a new one. He wets it, bringing it just that touch too hot to your cheeks to wipe you down. “What are you going to miss, dove?” 

“Us. You. I'm going to miss you.” 

“Where are you going?” 

“Nowhere, but one day I will be. James will finally have had enough of us and I'll,” —you swallow around nothing as a rivulet of water runs down your cheek, a cooling tear from the cotton round— “have to move out and we'll never see each other anymore.” 

“Don't be silly, you're not going anywhere.” 

“It's not about the going,” you murmur, peeling your eyes open tentatively as his dabbing follows down your cheek to your neck. “I miss you sometimes and we still live together. I can't imagine how much I'll miss you…” 

Remus puts the cotton round aside. He takes your face into his hand, and suddenly his touch feels raw, nothing like it had moments ago. Because Remus would wash your makeup off for you any day of the week, but his looking at you like this, so unshielded and unabashed, is a rarity. 

“You won't have to miss me. Even if we did move away from each other, I wouldn't let it be that far.” 

“Friends move away all the time. We don't speak to half the people we knew at school.” 

“I only really knew you and the boys,” he says. It isn't true but it is at the same time. Together, you'd been a happy lot, but your current housemates are the ones you'd known. “And see? We're still together.” 

“But for how long?” you ask. 

Remus brings his second hand, holding your face entirely. He covers your cheeks, index fingers sliding slowly under your ears. He's exceedingly gentle, and his eyes are soft. He holds you like you're made of glass, like you could break under a hint of pressure. Slowly, he tilts his head to the side as though he might lean in for a kiss. Maybe he doesn't know he's doing it, but Remus is a very purposeful soul. He'd do much worse to wind you up if you wanted him to. 

You sober up. It's like he has caffeine in his palms. 

“You want to go where I'm going, is that it?” he asks quietly. 

“Yeah,” you say, barely say, voice shame-facedly weak. Is he asking what you think he is?

“Do you want to start now?” 

You breathe out as one of his hands shifts down your jaw. “Yeah, I… I want to start now.” 

“Okay, dove. Then close your eyes again.” 

You hold his gaze for a second that feels infinitely long and short at once, your heart racing. Clarity has returned, a thrust into wakefulness even if your fatigue ties knots around your ankles. You look at him in his late night glory, his scars shining a pink-white like the petals of a young peony flower, and you know it's happening now. 

You shut your eyes. 

He steps closer, though the bath you're perched on is low, and he has to bend a considerable amount to reach you. The weight of his hands on you doesn't change, not even as he grows near enough to sense the heat of his breath against your lips. It's his nose that makes first contact as it slides against yours, and then his forehead presses down into you, his lips noticeably absent. Each contiguity between you thrums. 

A pit opens in your chest, cleaved by his voice as he says, “I'm going to kiss you, okay? S'that what you want?” 

Your hands don't feel like your own. Under the sickening nervousness twining its way through your ribs, you're excited. You're smiling, your voice shaped by it. “Yeah. It's what I want,” you say. 

“Good. It's what I've wanted for a while–” while pressed into your lips, all shaken up by an emotion you've never heard him speak with. He kisses you and you're frozen, and he waits and waits and pulls away to push back in. You remember yourself then, responding to his wading with some pressure of your own. Sparked back to life. 

It's so strange. It doesn't feel real. Remus Lupin kisses you heated and hard for just long enough to feel it in your teeth before he pulls away. “Sorry,” he murmurs, his fingertip running down your cheek, following that same path as your earlier rivulet. To think he saw it, really saw it, locked it away to remember and trace into your skin now… maybe he's seen much more of you than you realised all along. 

“Will you do it again?” you say under your breath. 

Remus must hear the thread of insecurity running through your question; you're afraid he'll say no, but he strokes your cheek again with that unfathomable softness and says, “Yeah, dove, of course I will.” 

“Do you want to?” 

And that's less insecurity and more selfishness, wanting the confession. He hears that, too. 

“I want to kiss you more than I've ever wanted anything,” he says, eye to eye with you, your head tipped up and your heart in your throat, twitching and fizzling like a firecracker. “Yeah? And all that missing me you've been doing? All your worrying? You don't need to do that. You've never needed to do that–” 

“I just never thought you liked me like that.” You and Remus aren't new to one another. “You've been the same since the day we met.” 

Remus’ hands get a little more solid where he's holding you. “Dove. Dove, are you mad?” 

“Remus–” 

“Maybe I have been the same, but did you really not notice that I–” He squeezes your cheeks playfully, almost in disbelief. “If you want me, I'm here. I'm not going anywhere without you. You're not going anywhere without me.” 

“So you like me?” 

“Yes,” he says, his eyebrows pinched together at the starts. “Of course I do.” He laughs. “That's what I'm trying to tell you.” 

“Oh,” you say, lifting your head. 

Remus shuts his eyes a millisecond before you shut your own and kisses you again. The second round is softer, his smile to yours and struggling to find purchase. His breath huffs out in a minty laugh, shockwaves through your mouth. 

“Stop laughing,” he breathes, his hands falling to your neck, your shoulders.

“You first.” 

Your lips part under his, a split-second of contact. He yanks away before things can get too heavy, and you're glad he does, but for a moment you feel the loss like a wave of vertigo. 

“Sorry, I'm going too fast, and you're tired.” His touch is ticklish behind your shoulder. 

“It's okay. Maybe it is a bit fast, but I'm not tired anymore,” you confess. 

Remus hugs you, cementing every feeling for him you have as he wraps his arms around you from over your shoulders, a deft hand cupped behind your neck. “That's not true. I can feel your back shaking. Let's go to bed.” 

“After that?” 

“What, are you worried it won't have happened in the morning?” he asks genuinely. 

You go limp in his arms as he takes your weight against his chest. Not worried, but rather not sure you can be away from him so soon. You ask him in a whisper if you can come and sit with him, not to sleep with him, not to do anything else, and he whispers back, Anything you want. You both entertain the lie that you won't fall asleep in his bed. 

—

Remus tenses as he hears the scuffling sounds of movement downstairs. It takes a train of thought awakening for him to realise it's only James, rising early as usual to put on a load of washing and prepare bits for lunch before he goes off for training. He can see him in his mind's eye if he tries, his friend dressed in the red and white rugby uniform, green socks up over his calves and white cleats scrubbed pristine for another ruck in the mud. 

Remus’ relaxes, stretching out in bed until his hand bumps into something rigid. 

He flinches. 

You're laying on the mattress beside him, your head slipped off of the pillows and your arm tucked beneath you. It doesn't look comfortable, and if it were any other morning he'd pull it straight for you, but. 

I kissed you, he thinks to himself, as though talking to you. He turns away from you until his back clicks and alleviates the ache in his hips, though he has to settle eventually, back on his back, no way of ignoring you. He doesn't want to ignore you. The opposite —why are you so far away? Can he hold you? 

What are the rules here? 

Kissing… not dating… You're here in his bed, you'd asked to stay. 

He takes your hand and pulls at your arm. Still sleeping, you mumble and move onto your back, releasing the pressure on your shoulder as he pulls you toward his chest. Your face is impassive, lax in sleep. 

He should let you sleep. 

“Dove,” he says, stroking up the length of your arm. 

“Mm?” you hum. 

“I need to ask you something.” 

You twitch awake with a small cough. Your eyes are red with a lack of sleep as you open them, blinking, and he wishes stupidly that he could make it better. He makes a sympathetic sound for want of more to do. 

“Why have you woken me up?” you ask, blinking at him. You gather that there's nothing urgent happening and push your face into his shoulder, practically nuzzling him. “It's Saturday.” 

“I just need to ask you something.” 

“So ask me,” you encourage through your sleepiness. 

The washing machine whirs downstairs. It’s an old machine that you often joke is taking off into orbit during the final spin, loud as anything. He can barely hear your sluggish breathing underneath it, but he can't miss the catch in it after he asks, “Can I be your boyfriend?” 

It's not the catch he's expecting. You laugh and readjust, wrapping your arms around him from the side and kissing the side of his neck clumsily. “Y'u asked me last night,” you say in a borderless run-on, sounding about as dopily in love as he's ever heard you. 

He thinks about it. Yes, he did, after he'd kissed you many more times than he should've and curled up in bed with you, hands held loosely beneath the blankets. He remembers the question, the answer. The last kiss that followed, and you falling asleep beside him. 

“I need a coffee,” he says, encouraging your head back so he can kiss your temple. 

“No, you need to sleep more with me. And maybe kiss me again. If you want to.” 

Sleeping isn't half as interesting as kissing you. He slots his nose against yours and languishes in the feeling of your lips, wondering if he's having a false start. He could still be dreaming. It would make sense. 

The door clatters open with a curse. James stands in the doorway with a folded pile of Remus' washing from the radiators in his arms, an apology on his lips, “Sorry, mate, the door got away from– oh my god. Oh my god?” 

Remus isn't an overly shy guy but he can't deal with this. “For fuck's sake,” he mutters, dropping his face into your shoulder. Your arm wraps under his neck, fingers splayed across his cheek. 

“James–” you begin, resigned to your fate. 

“This is flat-cest. This is the cardinal sin.” 

“We don't live in a flat,” Remus says. 

“That makes it worse. You can't even blame close quarters.” Remus peeks up to watch James in the doorway, still clinging to Remus’ washing, pure shock curdling his features. He shakes his head. “I'm telling Sirius.” 

“Please don't!” you say.

You slump back into the pillows as James leaves anyways. 

Remus hugs your soft abdomen. “Don't worry,” he says.

“I guess it's a good thing you've already asked me out,” you say. 

“Why, what can they do?” Remus asks, wondering if he's allowed to put his face on your chest or if that's too forward. You rake a hand through his hair and encourage him forward, to his delight. 

Frantic words. You and Remus loved up in bed despite it. 

“I'm chucking them out!” 

“James, they've been seeing for weeks. Can I go back to sleep?” 

“What?!” 

You grumble into his hair. “That's not even true… Does everyone know, then? That I liked you?” 

Remus thinks of the shadow of you in the doorway, that sheepish smile you send his way before you ask him to unclasp your necklace before bed, or your face as he’d wiped the sooty stain of mascara from your cheek last night, half in love with him as you fell asleep in his palm. 

“I don't think so, lovely,” he comforts. “Don't worry about it. We'll clear it up at lunch time. James isn't even mad, he's just sulking thinking we didn't tell him.”

“How could you not tell me?” James asks on cue, rounding the door again, arms ever tighter around the bundle of Remus’ clothes. He assumes it's being kept hostage. “I thought we were best mates.” 

“James,” you say softly, all sympathy. 

Remus likes the feeling of your voice under his ear, and your slightly too-quick heartbeat. He could fall asleep here and now if it weren't for the company. 

“It's new,” you're saying, softness melded to a sweet pride. “Okay? I've barely told Remus how I feel, of course I was going to tell you. We were only talking about it last night. It really hasn't been weeks, Sirius is a stirrer.” 

Remus pulls the covers up over your heads and climbs on top of you in a rush, demanding that the both of you be left alone, to James’ great annoyance but your delight, your laughter loud in the shell of his ear. Your chest shakes with it beneath him. 

A great wad of fabric hits him in the legs. “Twats,” James says, seemingly stalking off. 

Your whisper sends shivers down his spine. “We're alone again. Do you have anything else to ask me while you're too tired to remember?” you tease. 

There's not a chance in the world that Remus would ever forget this. 

˚‧꒰ა ✮ ໒꒱‧˚

thanks for reading!! I really hope you enjoyed, it's been a little bit since I wrote for remus like this so I was actually a bit nervous and I hope it's okay :D &lt;3

[themintsimmer]

Mintober CAS Challenge

i am absolutely obsessed with Halloween season so i wanted to start a CAS challenge for all of us to participate in! all prompts are pretty vague so you can take them all for your own personal interpretation. the only rule truly is to have fun ⋆𐙚₊˚⊹♡

i'd love to see all of your fun creations, so pls feel free to tag me here by @themintsimmer and/or use the hashtag #MintoberCAS

happy (almost) october, and happy simming!

[changingplumbob]

A Party To Die For Templates: SFS

So I may have got a tad overexcited about the Halloween CAS Challenge created by @la-llama-sims, and I made templates for every prompt. I wanted to share them on the off chance someone wanted to also do the challenge but maybe didn't have time to do much other than screenshots.

Tutorial below on how to make your own cards using the templates if you are unfamiliar with photo software, all you need is the template and a screenshot of your sim! Very little technical skill required to so feel free to jump in for Simblreen (the month of October on simblr). Remember to go to the original creator post to check out the prompts and the hashtag given for creations is #LLPTDF. Hope to see some of your creations next month, keep them for the spooky season 🎃👻🦇

Strap in and follow along as I make Glenn here (he won't do the spellcaster prompt for Simblreen, it's dress up after all, but it makes sense for a demo)

Step one: Grab the zipped folder of templates on SFS HERE. Unzip the folder and put it somewhere easy to find in your documents, I have a tumblr specific folder my templates are normally sorted in.

Step two: Open your photo editing program of choice. I use paint.net which is old but for this demonstration I will use Photopea, the online free alternative to adobe. You will see the screen below

Step three: Click "Open From Computer" right in the middle under the main title. Find the screenshot you have taken that you would like to use and open it. Now the hole in my template is 744x991 but you can make it slightly bigger if you don't want to fuss as much with lining things up exactly. To resize image from the top bar (Image -> Image Size) We're going to use the crop tool when we have our picture.

Step four: Pull on the squares at the edges to change the size. If you need click View in the top bar and you can zoom in to allow finer selecting. When you have the right size click the tick and copy the image. Keyboard shortcuts are Ctrl+A to select all, then Ctrl+C to copy.

Step five: Open the template you want to use (File -> Open, from the top bar). Add a new layer using either the top bar (Layer -> New -> Layer) or the icons on the bottom right.

Step six: With the new layer selected paste the image, Ctrl+V.

Step seven: On the right of the screen you'll be able to see layer order. Drag the layer with your sim underneath the background layer. This is what will let you slot in your picture.

Step eight: Finishing touches! Unless you are super duper lucky your sim won't appear in the exact right place, you'll have to move them around using the move tool. For precision you'll need to zoom in and move your field of vision using the hand tool.

You'll know it's in the right place when you can no longer see any of the negative space behind it. I like to check both corners to make sure I've got it. This is where having a sim image slightly larger will make it easier.

If you like you can finish now. From the top bar File -> Export as -> PNG or JPG. The picture will save to your downloads folder. If you want to add your own text, keep reading, as I've left space at the bottom for your username, the sim name, and a profile pic or other logo. Or go ahead and crop it out, who needs extra hassle when there are cute CAS looks to be made?

Step nine: From the bar on the right select the large T to add some text, it will automatically spawn in a new layer. Scroll through text options and find one you like (the text style I used isn't in photopea so we will find another). Depending on the type of text you will likely need to play around with the size as well.

Step ten: Start typing. When you're done you can highlight what you have written and use that size box to adjust how big the text is. Select the move tool from the right to move your text where you want it. Repeat step nine if you want text on the other side. I've chosen to put my username on one side, and my sim's name on the other.

Step eleven: Logo time. Open a pre shrunk logo (I scaled my pride plumbobs down to 125x125) and copy. Back on the template add a new layer then paste your image (for some reason I had to copy twice before it would do the right thing, I don't have an explanation sorry). Then using the move tool and the hand tool get your image where you want it.

From the top bar File -> Export as -> PNG or JPG. Again it will have saved to your downloads folder.

Voila, we have a Glenn card! Hopefully you have a your sim card. I spent hours doing up all the templates so feel free to fill them with your sims for the challenge. All I ask is that you don't claim templates as your own work or shove them behind a paywall because rude and the whole premise of Simblreen is free treats! Obviously you do NOT need the templates to participate in the challenge, the cards are just how I'll be presenting mine. Like CAS challenges the possibilities are most often only limited by your imagination.

[bobatrait]

happy spooky season !!

introducing bobaween, a 31 day cas challenge filled with lots of spooky prompts! i tried to keep the prompts a little vague so you can be as creative as possible with them! and i know the number is quite a lot, so please don’t feel pressured to join in every day, you’re more than welcome to pick & choose what you’d like to do! 🦇

i had so much fun putting this together, so i hope you all enjoy!! if you do decide to join in, please tag me (@/boba.trait on insta, @/bobatrait everywhere else) or use #bobaween so i can see your lovely spooky sims!! 🎃

also, i’m taking part in simblreen for the first time!! i’ll be posting sim dumps of my halloween creations all month, so look forward to that as well! 🖤

happy simming!

—bobatrait ♡

[sanitysims]

A Party to Die For, Day 24: Doctor

Welcome to the party: Katie Chen! She's a dog and cat lover as well as an animal enthusiast, of course. How could she not be when she gets to see such cute animals at work every day? The job's not always easy, but she'll do it for the sake of the animals she loves dearly.

made for the halloween cas challenge by @la-llama-sims using @changingplumbob’s wonderful templates!!

animal doctor!! :D this pose is sooososo cute i'm so glad i get to use it! i don't care that the last prompt was animal related i'm not passing up the chance to pose with pets ����‍↕️

she might be a veterinarian but she's still getting the doctors handwriting font 🫡

pose - @thefemboycc // hair - @aharris00britney // glasses - @pralinesims

[pixeledwings]

31 Days of Halloween CAS ! 👻

i haven't had much interest in the sims lately (i blame bg3) so in an attempt to get myself playing more, i made a 31 days of halloween cas challenge ! calling it a challenge feels weird, i've never made something like this and sharing it was a bit of a last minute decision 😅 i just wanted some occult focused prompts, but maybe someone else will like it too !! i guess you can call it my simblreen treat; halloween is my favorite holiday afterall ! list under the cut, & happy halloween !!

plz feel free to use #pixeledhalloween and/or @ me if you use this !! i love spooky sims sm 🥺💓

Day 1. Mummy. Day 2. Werewolf. Day 3. Grim Reaper. Day 4. Vampire. Day 5. Devil. Day 6. Creepy Doll. Day 7. Witch/Warlock. Day 8. Kitsune. Day 9. Cryptid. Day 10. Zombified. Day 11. Skeleton. Day 12. Alien. Day 13. Killer Clown. Day 14. Fae. Day 15. Ghost. Day 16. Siren. Day 17. Plant Sim. Day 18. Angel. Day 19. Slasher. Day 20. Slasher’s Victim. Day 21. Femme Fatale. Day 22. Monster Hunter. Day 23. Graveyard Keeper. Day 24. Eldritch Terror. Day 25. Classic Horror. Day 26. Folklore & Fantasy. Day 27. Cats & Bats. Day 28. Halloween, but make it thoty. Day 29. Classically Goth. Day 30. Monster Love. Day 31. Dress your Sim(s) up!

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[simder-talia-blog]

From the NotSoSimstober Challenge! Day 25 - Neighborhood Witch

Here's a day in the life of a neighborhood witch. I hope it gives you cozy feels!

@notsosimstober @simblreenofficial

✨📁You can have the scrapbook item at this link. (Back up link here) I've included a zip folder with a PSD for easy editing to add your own scrapbook items & pictures! The font I used, that you will need is Noodle Caboodle by SimlishFranzi. *Search "Halloween 2024" in buily/buy mode

-Poses with plushie by @herecirmsims "A Small Gift" -Her tie-dye sweatshirt can be found here

[volatilehqs]

Ela está entre nós mais uma vez, a lista de ideias para personagens. Nesse post, vocês vão encontrar alguns prompts novos e antigos com criaturas que adoraríamos ver andando pelas ruas de Arcanum. Quem sabe, talvez cheguem com uma entrada triunfal no nosso evento de Halloween, o Baile das Sombras. Não leve em consideração o gênero em que foram escritas, qualquer criatura pode ser ocupada por qualquer gênero.

ANJOS.

Moralidade é uma questão interessante de ser trabalhada com anjos, o que me diz de um que seja um tanto quanto rebelde, enxergando o Arcanjo Miguel como o governante errado para fazer a cidade prosperar. Não entende a necessidade da presença de seres como os demônios e vampiros, julgando Miguel como piedoso demais, demonstrando fraqueza. Seu desejo é ver outro Arcanjo no lugar, será que está disposto a se alinhar com demônios por um objetivo em comum?

Um nephilim com uma atitude bem houlier-than-thou, aquele complexo de superioridade, andando pela cidade como se fosse melhor que todo mundo e como se tirar alguns minutos do seu tempo para interagir com alguém fosse um grande favor para a humanidade. Nem mesmo leva em consideração que se vivesse em qualquer outro lugar, sua existência estaria em risco.

Eu ainda amaria ver um anjo cupido. Sempre foi fascinado pelos humanos, antes mesmo de chegar na cidade, e quer conversar com eles sobre qualquer coisa. Pode ter se transformado em um psicólogo (ou mesmo coach) de casais, dando conselhos de relacionamento que surpreendentemente não são muito bons, rejeitando também o conceito de términos. Pode também ter criado um negócio próprio de planejamento de casamentos e as suas festas serem famosas.

BRUXAS.

Uma bruxa que foi amaldiçoada. Talvez toda vez que tente usar os seus poderes para curar alguém, acabe piorando a situação. Ou então suas poções sempre têm efeitos colaterais negativos, o que é um problema já que tem uma lojinha aonde vende poções para a população. Também pode ser algo relacionado aos seus feitiços, como eles tirarem uma energia imensa de si ou simplesmente só ter magia durante a lua cheia.

Eu gosto muito da ideia de um bruxo que era caçador (pode ser de bruxas ou outras criaturas) fora de Arcanum e lhe foi lançada uma maldição antes dele chegar na cidade, fazendo com que perdesse a memória. Chegou em Arcanum sem lembrar da vida adulta e de todo o mal que causou ao lado dos outros caçadores, mas talvez alguém na cidade tenha lhe conhecido antes e suspeite que essa sua amnésia é apenas uma estratégia (pode até ser que seja).

Bruxas que usam suas habilidades mágicas em empregos comuns. Uma bruxa que é uma celebridade em Arcanum, criou uma linha de produtos de beleza com as suas poções que rejuvenescem qualquer um. Ou um bruxo que se tornou um tatuador, seus desenhos são feitos a partir de magia e são permanentes, mas podem ser removidos (você vai ter que lhe pagar novamente). Quem sabe uma médica que mistura medicina com magia para curar os pacientes.

Líderes do Coven of the Whispering Woods e Coven of the Shadowed Flame.

DEMÔNIOS.

Um cambion orfão, seus pais morreram ou ele foi abandonado próximo da cidade, cresceu no Orfanato dos Sussurros Esquecidos até ser adotado por uma família de humanos. Ele pode não ser a criatura mais correta desse mundo, usando as suas habilidades para manipular os outros, mas a sua família é extremamente importante para ele por terem lhe acolhido desde o momento em que colocou os pés na casa, e são, de certa forma, seu ponto fraco.

Um demônio que julga os acordos feitos com humanos. Eles sempre lhe procuram para conseguir desejos, e esse demônio não aparenta ter problema com isso, fazendo um contrato e dizendo o que precisa em troca. Mas depois que o humano concorda, ela começa a lhe explicar porque está negociando errado, não entendendo como podem ser tão burros. Deixa as pessoas mais confusas do que realmente agradecidas.

FEÉRICOS.

Que tal uma sereia (ou tritão) que tem uma relação diferente com a água? Sim, não pode sobreviver se ficar muito tempo longe dela, mas teve algum trauma do passado que lhe fez criar medo ou receio de se aventurar em águas mais profundas. Pode ter acontecido algo com a sua família ou consigo mesma, como ter sido capturada para experimentos antes de fugir e ir parar em Arcanum.

Um feérico que era herdeiro de um reino e sempre viveu com a responsabilidade de se preparar para um dia sentar em seu trono. Mas tinha outros sonhos, outras aspirações, e resolveu ter alguns meses de liberdade antes de se prender ao seu título. O problema é que nesse meio tempo, veio parar em Arcanum, e agora não tem mais como voltar.

Adoraria uma feérica da Corte da Fortuna que é o paragon da verdade, não enxerga nuances, ela acredita na luta do bem contra o mal, e vê a sua corte como a única certa. Então é o tipo de pessoa que estava sempre julgando os outros, apontando inúmeros defeitos, mas nunca olhando para o próprio reflexo.

HÍBRIDOS.

Um híbrido que não tem amor por qualquer um dos seus lados, muito pelo contrário, sempre achou que seus pais tinham sido estúpidos por terem se envolvido, e mereceram o fim que tiveram (de noite, lamenta nunca ter conhecido nenhum dos dois). Essa sua revolta é demonstrada na forma como interage com bruxas, vampiros ou lobisomens de Arcanum.

Uma espécie de mercenário, esse híbrido entendeu que a melhor forma de sobreviver em Arcanum era se mostrando útil. Dessa forma, negocia qualquer tipo de coisa. Pode ser informações, artefatos mágicos ou mesmo sangue para os vampiros, não interessa o que seja, apenas que tenham valor para aquelas criaturas que desejam provar que são realmente nefastas.

Aquele híbrido que quer paz. Se orgulha do cantinho que fez para si, finalmente encontrando um lugar em que talvez pertença, mesmo que tenha umas crises de identidade de vez em quando, quem nunca? Mas toda essa história de Miguel, Lúcifer, fim dos tempos, pode deixar ele de fora. Se o mundo for acabar, que acabe, ele vai continuar alheio aos problemas.

Você também pode criar um híbrido mais político que deseja que a espécie seja reconhecida na cidade e quer uma cadeira no Pequeno Conselho.

HUMANOS.

Tenho um lugar especial no meu coração guardado para nossos soldadinhos, então adoraria ver mais deles garantindo a segurança da cidade. Você pode trazer alguém que terminou o seu treinamento agora e não sabe muito bem o que está fazendo, talvez possa trazer um pacifista que quer lutar pelos direitos de todas as criaturas de dentro do sistema, ou um soldado que é um pouco mais truculento com um tipo especifico de criatura por conta de uma perda.

Uma banshee mais jovem, sem muita experiência, teve as suas primeiras premonições há pouco tempo. Quando previu uma morte, tentou interpretar o que tinha ouvido para que pudesse fazer alguma coisa, mas quando finalmente juntou as peças, já era tarde demais — a pessoa já havia morrido. Desde então, carrega essa culpa, tentando fazer com que as suas próximas premonições possam ajudar os outros ou fazendo investigações para descobrir o culpado pela morte.

Temos duas vagas para humanos dotados, que tal nos ajudar a completar? Um jornalista que trabalha no Arauto do Outono e usa a sua habilidade em prol das suas investigações. Tem inúmeros contatos na cidade, conseguindo se comunicar até mesmo com os clãs de vampiros. Talvez ele faça matérias pró-Arcanjo Miguel ou pró-Lúcifer, ou mesmo para quem lhe pagar mais dinheiro.

LOBISOMENS.

Um lobisomem que apesar de ter nascido em Arcanum e fazer parte da Eichen Pack, sempre se identificou com o jeito selvagem da Alder Pack, enxergando os seus ideais como mais semelhantes aos deles, sendo assim, acaba se sentindo um pouco deslocado dentro do próprio grupo, ansiando pelo diferente. Isso pode colocar a sua lealdade em dúvida pelos outros membros.

Uma espécie de faz-tudo. Se trata de um lobisomem jovem que ainda não tem seu lugar afirmado na alcateia, por isso, se deixa ser usado para realizar qualquer serviço que os outros precisam, seja no ambiente de trabalho ou mesmo como um garoto de recados. Acaba se identificando mais como um seguidor do que uma pessoa própria, alguns podem tirar proveito disso.

Um lobisomem que é funcionário da Toca do Lobo, pode até ser dono ou gerente, e é aquele lobisomem que coloca ordem no lugar na base da imponência. Assim que as brigas e gritaria começam, a sua voz soa mais alto porque os clientes lhe respeitam e temem que vá partir para a violência. Na real, ele pode ser uma pessoa doce durante 95% do tempo.

VAMPIROS.

Um vampiro que traiu o seu clã inicial. Vendeu informações, enfrentou o líder ou descumpriu alguma das regras de convivência (pode ter sido um Sangue de Prata que consumiu sangue de vampiro), e acabou sendo expulso. Faz parte agora de outro clã, e promete que vai destruir sua antiga família. Se importa apenas consigo, e no momento certo, vai dar as costas para o clã e jogá-los na fogueira.

Aquele vampirinho fofoqueiro. Pense em uma criatura que adora ouvir tudo que está acontecendo na cidade. E o pior (ou, melhor) é que nem usa isso para ganhar espaço no seu clã ou para derrubar os outros vampiros, simplesmente tem uma curiosidade enorme. Também vive começando rumores e some na hora que procuram quem foi só pra assistir o caos.

Um humano que passou anos caçando vampiros, fosse por uma vingança pessoal ou apenas um negócio de família, mas acabou sendo transformado por um vampiro. Não aceitou bem no início, passou anos isolado e querendo acabar com a sua própria existência, até decidir se vingar do vampiro que lhe transformou. Bônus: o vampiro está em Arcanum.

E um humano sequestrado por um grupo de vampiros piratas para servir de alimento enquanto estavam no mar. Acabou sendo transformado acidentalmente e se juntou ao grupo, mas ao longo das décadas, viu toda a tripulação sendo morta. Chegou em Arcanum recentemente, e não consegue deixar de sentir falta da vida no mar.

[thisweekingundamwing]

This Week in Gundam Wing 1-6 October 2024

Here’s the roundup for October 1st - October 6th, 2024!

Remember to give your content creators some love! Be sure to join in on the events at the bottom! And remember to send in any new works you see or make this next week!

~Mod Hel

Fanfiction/Ideas/Snippets:

@angelselene

The Psychic Equivalent of a Human Faraday Cage (And the Medium Who Has to Live with It) https://archiveofourown.org/works/59409259/chapters/151508266

M/M, Duo Maxwell/Heero Yuy

Teen And Up Audiences, Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, Prompt Fic, Duo is a Medium, Psychic Abilities, Alternate Universe - Post-Canon, Loosely Inspired by The Dead Files, Only with more supernatural stuff, Other Additional Tags to Be Added, English

Duo is an extremely powerful medium, which makes living with Heero Yuy, the psychic equivalent of a Faraday cage a particularly interesting experience.

And by interesting, Duo definitely means frustrating. Heero's lucky Duo loves him so much.

@cuteciboulette

Hopeful is not enough https://archiveofourown.org/works/59517493

M/M, Duo Maxwell/Heero Yuy

Duo Maxwell, Heero Yuy, Relena Peacecraft

Teen And Up Audiences, Major Character Death, suicidal attempt, Insanity, Dark, Dark Magic, Magic, New types, Shinigami, English

Be careful what you wish for, and don’t come knocking on Death’s door…

@janaverse

https://www.tumblr.com/janaverse/760813057983348736/duo-ver-heero-was-suddenly-tongue-tied-he-had

Heero Yuy + Duo Maxwell

@ms-miserable-misery

https://www.tumblr.com/ms-miserable-misery/763363899464695808/day-1-that-was-good-work

Day 1 “that was good work”

Heero Yuy/Duo Maxwell

https://www.tumblr.com/ms-miserable-misery/763364068615684096/day-2-its-been-a-long-time

Day 2 “it’s been a long time”

Heero Yuy/Duo Maxwell

https://www.tumblr.com/ms-miserable-misery/763374195072794624/day-3-i-know-you-better

Day 3 “I know you better”

Heero Yuy/Duo Maxwell

https://www.tumblr.com/ms-miserable-misery/763452980162887682/4-no-were-not-doing-that

Day 4 “no, we’re not doing that”

Heero Yuy/Duo Maxwell

https://www.tumblr.com/ms-miserable-misery/763527579551629312/5-its-a-new-day-lets-go

Day 5 “it’s a new day, let’s go”

Heero Yuy/Duo Maxwell

Arts/Crafts/Photo Manips:

@seitou

https://www.tumblr.com/seitou/763452451856809984/gundam-wing-halloween-charms-now-available

Gundam Wing Halloween Charms, fanart, merchandise

Photosets/Gifsets/Screenshots/Manga Pages:

@janaverse

https://www.tumblr.com/janaverse/763471344423813120/sexy-clothes-for-a-sexy-man

Duo Maxwell, Sims, screenshot

https://www.tumblr.com/janaverse/763546737026777088/zero-two

Duo Maxwell, Sims, screenshot

Calendar Events:

@gwcocktailfriday

Cocktail Fridays!

Post responses on Friday, during Happy Hour between 3 & 5 pm in your own timezone.

Here’s the prompts for Friday, October 11th: https://www.tumblr.com/gwcocktailfriday/763499360150568960/cocktail-friday-post-responses-on-friday-october

In need of prompts!

@gwoc-october

Prompt List 2024: https://www.tumblr.com/gwoc-october/763150907755134976/gw-oc-october-is-back-going-a-bit-more-generic

@thisweekingundamevents

Events Calendar https://thisweekingundamevents.tumblr.com/post/730188053636841472/updated-events-calendar

If you are hosting an event currently, or are planning on one, hit us up with links and dates! We’ll add them to the Calendar and reblog your notices to get the word out!

GW Holiday Gift Exchange 2024

Participant List: https://thisweekingundamevents.tumblr.com/post/763152631083433984/gw-hge-participant-list

GW Hallows 2024

https://thisweekingundamevents.tumblr.com/post/763151583438618625/gw-hallows-2024

[sirnlishoccult]

but it seems wrong to me, very wrong

[azuhrasims]

Today's prompt for the Yet Another Halloween CAS challenge by @nikatyler was "Claws." I can't tell you if this sim is a vampire, a werewolf, or just some dude who doesn't like trimming his nails. Your guess is as good as mine!