#so i gotta find some lobster

[amethystsoda]

Today’s food adventures so far:

White Peach and Prickly Pear fruit syrup and black bean + sweet corn dip (with fresh local corn!)

[elinorasims]

Build | Strangerville | Ziggy's Diner

Lot Info

Type | Restaurant Lot Size | 30x20 World | Strangerville Value | 94,857 Baths | 3 CC | No Packs | Unrestricted Ziggy's Diner is a classicly retro mashup of Googie and passenger train inspired styles situated in Strangerville Plaza.

Ziggy's is a compact restaurant and bar combo with a Strangerville twist: classic red booths and an elongated mid-century modern bar layout meets sci-fi inspired and 50's-kitsch inspired cluttered decor..

It's giving the diner from the movie 'Paul'. I hope. lol

Ziggy's has a fully customised menu featuring some Mountain States inspired comfort dishes and some American classics (full menu below the cut).

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| hi my loves

hopefully you like this one- it was super fun to build and I'm finding my feet a bit more building for this save, i think!

it's been playtested (briefly lol) and should be fully functional and a smooth enough restaurant experience for your sims to enjoy.

i love Paul so much aha we watched it this past weekend and i was immediately like 'yup. gotta go do a strangerville build now.'

| dag dag fn. <3

Ziggy's Diner Menu

Drinks water ; lemonade ; milk ; orange juice ; coffee ; cream cola ; fizzy fruity drink ; pitch black ; root beer float ; soda ; tang and zing ; boiler room ; eapa ; juice on the rocks ; wrench ; galactic vita-water ; silent film ; sour punch ; sunset valley ; alien juice ; cupid juice ; space energy drink ; jet juice

Appetisers chips and salsa ; mac and cheese ; bowl of olives ; bread roll ; french fries ; whole wheat bread ; popcorn shrimp ; garden salad ; cheesy bread ; grilled plantains ; seafood chowder ; soft shell crab cake ; empanadas ; watermelon salad

Mains mac and cheese ; chicken nuggets ; popcorn shrimp ; baked potato ; hot dog ; lobster roll ; veggie burger ; chicken and waffles ; fried chicken sliders ; mushroom waffles ; sausage and peppers ; scrambled eggs with bacon ; seafood chowder ; tofu dog ; fish tacos ; hamburger ; fried fish ; pancakes ; aubergine Parmesan ; sweet corn pizza ; mushroom steak ; french toast ; vegetable chilli ; egg white omelette ; mushroom soup ; bbq ribs plate ; blackened bass ; gumbo ; steak

Dessert neapolitan ice cream ; rainbow sorbet ; vanilla ice cream ; alien fruit tart ; cream filled donut ; cream snack cake ; honey cake ; plain waffles ; rainbow brownies ; hamburger cake ; chocolate chip cookie ; apple pie ; banana cream pie ; pumpkin pie ; simcity cheesecake ; fruit cobbler

[fortycumber]

so the x files back at it again with the weird episodes and honestly THANK YOU GOD!

the war of coprophages' angrier? sibling

scully the supermodel™

scully on DO NOT DISTURB MODE- gets disturbed anyway

scully, once again, entering a grocery store only to find people in some kind of a mass hysteria

mulder FINALLY getting a taste of his own medicine aka getting the phone hung up on him, tnx scully <3

anabelle™ terrorizing the shit out of scully's vacation

"you do the hokey pokey--" I honestly never liked the damn song anyway

that little girl hysterically saying: "MOMMY" every single minute

I WANT TO PLAY, gurl shut up.

mulder watching some weird porn on full volume AT WORK(I swear I could read Alien Porn on the case? What? Guy's committed gotta hand it to him)

MULDER IN SHORTS?

mulder and his pencils: the love story, this summer, in theaters near you

that diabolically long lobster

stephen king co-wrote this with chris carter I read somewhere he initially planned to have mulder guide scully through this case, appearing to her in a literal psychotic vision?

"scully, marry me".

[deardolli3]

your blog is so cool! could you maybe do some erwin romantic or dadwin headcanons? thank you! 💫

erwin smith relationship hcs

a/n: hi lovie!! im sooo late to this but ofc!! thank you for requesting and ill be more active, i promise, so please request 🩵

• erwin is literally perfect when it comes to having a poker face, like lady gaga wrote the song cause she saw this man😭 you can never tell what he’s feeling but he can read you like a book, just by the way you spoke to him, or the way your eyes shine a different way.

• hes good at reading emotions but bad at comforting you (sorry but!!) and you could be like crying and hes just like

”there there…” 😟😕🙁 while rubbing your back and sighing deeply.

• he strikes me as one of those always on vacation to tropical ass countries guy. like with those hawaiian print shirts unbuttoned and swim pants on, he is so ready to sit on a beach chair while you do god knows what.

• never the type to get drunk and be flirty but he does get tipsy and tries to find you immediately because he wants to talk to you and maybe even dance a little

• take him to family events, THIS MAN GETS DOWNN!! all your aunties and family members can be on him and hes just like “why thank you, yes yes i know. oh wow is that for me?” 😁 and yes he can work them hips

• he doesn’t talk around people alot but with you its a straight yappathon with whatever the hell is on his mind and the topic changes within like two sentences😭

• he tans so easily its INSANE. like okay white boy my culture is not ur costume!!😣

• always always always remembers details about you, “why are you hanging out with her tonight i thought WE hated her?” and you gotta give him the new lore cause he not so secretively loves gossip. like okay boy what else you lurking around for😢

• omg he is so fucking funny when hes not trying to be😭 like shit goes down and he says something stupid and everyone’s laughing while hes sighing deeply wondering why they never laugh when he’s trying to be funny.

• sleeps like a rock, like a literal rock next to you, and he won’t ever budge. but if he hears any sudden movement or you hug him he jolts up and looks you dead in the eye like he just got shot😣 fucking dramatic ass LMAOA.

• if you have any kids best believe they’re very well mannered. OMG he goes hunting or fishing or whatever with them and he looks so fine like phewww…

• ladies… this man is not kinky please😭😭 vanilla sex or just no freakiness at all unless you initiate it.

• dates will always be dinner dates, and always so well though out and planned well. he either takes you shopping with all them carrrds or feeds you pasta and lobster. OR he takes you to run errands with him or go fishing/hunting/to a shooting range.

• in terms of pda, he always has a hand around your waist, but the most he can do is kiss you on the forehead to say goodbye or wrap a arm around your shoulder as you walk. and YES, he knows the sidewalk rule so you best be on the right damn side away from the cars.

• this man can bbq but not cook… he was literally trained to be a father/husband😭 you guys definitely have those backyard/patio bbqs.

• never ever wants you to overwork yourself, HELL YOU DONT EVEN NEEDD A JOB WHILE YOURE WITH HIM!! he just needs you to sit at home and look pretty for him when he comes back at night.

• definitely a business man in the modern day world, i would say a sergeant but maybe he retired from that position.

• he would want around three kids!! but whatever you want of course. he loves his kids endlessly and will literally kill for them. they have to learn how to protect themselves, they have to learn how to haggle with people, they have to learn to not be taken advantage of or treated as stupid, and they will pull the “do you know who my father is?” card when someone threatens them😭

• if you ever watched the notebook!! he would literally renovate a whole house for you or build you one and grow old together <33 he would build it however you want it, with a balcony, with a marble kitchen, etc, anything his love wants.

• and yes, he loves unconditionally even if he doesn’t show it so much through words, he will do it through his actions. he’ll get you anything you need even if you don’t ask, from a cup of water to a fucking car. HE WOULD EVEN BUILDDD A CAR FOR YOU??

• he loves you so so so much, and he literally cannot lose you😣 he would die for you, kill for you. he would bathe you in stars and swirl you onto the moon if you wanted, anything that’s possible? he’ll do for you.

HE LOVES YOU!!

— aaaa i hope you liked this!! 🩵

[outer-spec]

tumblr if the french republican calendar still existed:

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to remember how many days there are in a gregorian month, u just gotta use this rhyme:

thirty days h september april june and november, all the rest have thirty one, except for february for some reason idk

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To remember how many days there are in a french republican month you just remember “30” because our calendar wasn’t invented by a drunk mathematician rolling dice.

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yeah well at least we don’t have fucking leap months

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happy birthday 2 Fromental Halévy!!! 🎉

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bro it’s already may 29, ur literally two days late

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its the 7th of prarial you american

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TIL lobster thermidor is named after the month “thermidor”… I feel so stupid

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Actually, the lobster dish is named after the play Thermidor, which takes place during the French Revolution!

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thanks, now i feel even stupider

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do french stoners think Nivose 20th is an extremely funny date????

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why would i find “20/4” funny

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friendly reminder that you don’t get to celebrate french new year unless you’re literally french or if you are invited by a french person

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As a French person, I invite everyone reading this to celebrate Raisin with us! 🍇🎊🍾

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wait werent you the guy who said napoleon did nothing wrong

[candiedspit]

Silly Bastard of The North Wang

The sun goes down like a slurring basketball through a slow hoop and is replaced by a sliver of fingernail.

I retire my coat on the floor; someone will pick it up got me. Whatever I want, people do it. I head to my booth where the hooligans await with their pink, fat smiles and cigars and tales of the market. How the market roared this morning. How the market quivers beneath my influence. How my influence glitters across the numbers.

Michigan greets me and orders me a martini as I sit down. He tells me about the girl he’s seeing. Some young, elastic twenty one year old studying tactical art at one of the local colleges.

Now, what is tactical art? He asks with a laugh.

I shake my head and laugh.

Must be some sort of gimmick.

Oh, but she’s wonderful. So curious about everything, poor thing. She asks me these questions at night when we’re laying down, right as I’m on the cusp of sleep. She goes, Daddy what do you love me for? And Daddy, how do you spell protection? I rub her head until she nods off.

Gotta get me a girl like that, Robert chimes in.

We talk and smoke throughout the night as the cabaret singers trail off into operatic blues and fall into ballads.

Saturday morning, the next morning. I like to sleep in and eat cherry tarts in bed and lean against the morning broadcast, minting for anything important I ought to know. In the afternoon, I eat rabbit and take a couple of pills and in the evening, I ease downtown where the kids only get smarter and smarter and the lights are all neon. I slip into a lounge and order something orange. As the night goes on, I go to the Club Fantastical, a smaller venue for smaller acts that might not get on the bill at other places. The freaks of song. One singer entrances me. It is not often I get entranced. But this little blue boy with a magnificent, scratched voice gets on stage and lets out this mournful love song. I keep my applause small and a couple hours later at the midnight intermission, I go backstage and look for him. Among the paper wings and dark glitters. One of the girls tries to get my attention but I dismiss her signals. I find him at the back, getting changed out of his outfit. He looks up at me.

Do I know you? He asks.

I saw your performance, I tell him. And I wanted to tell you I liked it very much. You were beautiful out there.

He looks at me again.

You’re not my crowd, he says.

I like to come here on the weekends.

I watch him put on a sweatshirt.

What’s your name? I ask.

Sam, he says.

Well, Sam. Do you want to have dinner with me?

He laughs again as if in disbelief and nods.

Sure. But take me somewhere nice.

I take him back to my apartment and have the cool make us a couple of lobsters and bring us out some wine.

What do you do? He asks, running his fingers over the painting in my bedroom.

Something hard to describe.

We eat in the dining room and I ask Sam what his life is like. He is twenty six and lives with his cousin in Harlem and works at a grocery store and sings on the side. As the sun comes back up like a bloodied maestro, Sam and I fuck in my bed. This is rare and I surprise myself. In the morning, I call Sam a cab and give him my number.

If you’re going to call during the week, call after five, I tell him.

A couple of weeks pass. Sam lives in my head like an insistent moth. He calls me at exactly five on a Friday afternoon. I tell him I was waiting for him to call. I’d like to see you again. Sam comes over that night and we fuck and I love him more than I did the first time. And again, a couple of weeks later until we’ve got a routine going; every couple of weeks, we spend the weekend together in my apartment like two blasted agoraphobes.

That winter I take him to Coney Island on his insistence. He wants to walk the boardwalk with me; we hold hands and it is thirty seven degrees. Sam never asks me anything about work. Instead, he asks about my childhood.

I could have stayed there in that grime and grossness, I tell him. Saving up for a nice drink. But by some lucky star I was able to meet the right people and make the right moves.

I want to give you a beautiful life, I tell Sam as we ride the cab back to Midtown. Anything you want for the rest of your life.

He thinks for a while as the city passes us in cold, whisked blurs.

All I want to do is sing, he says. I don’t mind the shit staircase and the weed smoke but if you want to do anything for me, I’d like to sing.

I keep this in mind. In the meantime, we spend our nights inside, fucking and falling asleep and watching television and eating well and sleeping again. Sometimes, Sam stomps into the penthouse screaming about his cousin. The fool. The fool. Sometimes, we don’t speak. And go straight for skin.

As summertime approaches in her hot veils, I meet my men again at the same booth as the other times before and order a drink. I listen to Michigan complain about his tax cut. All blabbermouths. And before long, there he is. Sam comes onstage and sings the song I picked out for him. That’s my tenderness. That’s my boy; my boy is a dove, a harp, an oasis for my tired, oil slick soul, my unhappiness, my grout.

And he takes the loving so well.

[allmoshnobrain]

𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐫

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

part 32 of 35 | masterpost

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I halted in front of the door, my heart pounding, my face all flushed, the desperation in my heart shoving aside any jitters about facing Dave again. All I craved was for him to swing that door open, and I'd throw myself into his arms, cup his face in my hands and kiss him, let him take me to bed, and everything would sort itself out because I loved him. I fucking loved him.

✦ on this chapter: NSFW!!!, dave mustaine x female!oc, james hetfield x female! oc, oc is cliff's cousin, +18, language, slice of life, angst, smut mentioned/implied

✧ Do you forgive me for all the ways that I missed you? / Did I ever not miss you? In my bones, in being myself / I could be no one else ✧

I woke up a few hours later with the sunlight peeking through the curtains, James' arms hugging me as he snored softly, his face tucked in the curve of my neck. I blinked, memories of the previous night rushing back, making my face warm and my stomach flutter with a million butterflies. Holy shit. That had really happened, right? We’d actually fucked?

I got up, nudging James' arms away, my face probably redder than a lobster. I headed to the bathroom, cranked up the shower, and hopped under the hot water, letting out a satisfied sigh as my body unwound. After the shower, as I brushed my teeth, it dawned on me that I’d forgotten to grab something to wear. Wrapped in a towel, I strolled back to the room only to find James was already awake.

“You look way hotter naked than I imagined, you know?” James grinned as he caught sight of me.

“Is that your version of 'good morning'?” I chuckled, hunting through my stuff for something to wear. He laughed, got up, and sat on the edge of the bed, pulling me to stand between his legs.

“Good morning, princess,” he murmured, planting a light kiss on my lips. “Hey, mind if I use your shower?”

“Sure thing, but you might want to snag some fresh clothes from your own room,” I suggested, and he flashed a grin.

“Why don't you crash in my room for the rest of the tour? It's way more convenient, and besides…” James pulled me closer, wrapping his arms around my waist before whispering in my ear, “We could have a rerun of last night as many times as we want, right?”

I hesitated, taking a step back. James frowned, seeming intrigued by my reaction.

“What's wrong?” he asked. “Am I that bad in bed?”

“Of course not!” I replied, maybe a bit too hastily, which earned a soft chuckle from him.

“What's bothering you, then?” he asked, gently holding my chin. I let out a sigh and glanced off. 

“You might get upset.”

“Nah, I won't. You know you can tell me anything,” he drew me close again, and I placed my hands on his shoulders, my face warming up with how close we were. “What's going on?”

“It's just…” I sighed, a lump of pain forming in my throat. “James, Dave dumped me, thinking I cheated on him with you. It's messed up. And I... I really liked sleeping with you. A lot, seriously. But I can't help feeling bad…” I blinked, battling against the tears that were pushing through. “I'm sorry. I shouldn't have said anything; I'm screwing everything up…”

“No. You're not,” James whispered, gently rubbing my back with one hand. “You gotta quit thinking that. You're not screwing anything up.”

“It's all my fault, James,” I mumbled, my voice shaky as a couple of tears slipped out, making their way down my face. “I messed things up, and I couldn't even go after him to set things right 'cause I was scared. It's all my fucking fault.”

“Hey. Get over here,” he pulled me in closer, giving me a tight hug, and I sniffled, wiping my eyes with one hand while he gently rubbed my back. “You didn't mess up, Nore. You haven't wrecked anything, okay? I broke up with Pat 'cause I wanted to. And Dave... If you want, I can help you with that.”

“How so?” I asked, my voice shaky. He pulled back, looking at me, his blue eyes dead serious.

“If you're up for it, we can track him down when we're back. I'll help you explain the whole story. And if you wanna patch things up with him…” he paused, taking a deep breath like the thought pained him. “Nore, I'd rather fucking die than see you sad like this, even if it’s because you can't be with him.”

“James…” I whispered, my heart pounding at his words. Would he seriously go that far for me? Was he really willing to help me set things straight with Dave, even if it meant he might lose me in the process? Did he truly love me that much?

“It's just that, right now, there's a whole ocean between him and us,” James murmured, his lips edging closer to mine. “You can be my girl while we're here... And when we roll back, we'll figure out what's what.”

I let out a sigh as he kissed me, his hands eagerly roaming over my body until he unraveled the towel wrapped around me. One of his hands gripped my butt tight, while the other ventured to my breast, moving in slow circles, his thumb slowly teasing my nipple. I let out a soft moan as his lips traced my neck, a pleasant warmth spreading between my legs.

“I just got out of the shower,” I whispered, and he let out a soft chuckle.

“So what? We can hop in together later. I was thinking about fucking you in there too, anyway.”

“Quit it, James,” I moaned, my protest weakened by the evident longing in my voice.

He laughed and then yanked me onto the bed, positioning my knees around his hips. I tangled my fingers in his hair, his lips leisurely exploring mine, and moaned when he pulled my hips down, slowly sliding into me as I settled on his lap.

The morning was wrapping up when we finally strolled into the hotel's restaurant, spotting the rest of the band and Leanne, chitchatting as they polished off breakfast.

“Go snag a seat; I'll grab the food,” James suggested, tugging me in by the waist before whispering in my ear: “You've gotta be tired after riding me so good just now, huh?”

“Oh my God... James!” I griped, shoving him off as I felt my face getting all warm. He burst into laughter, heading for the buffet, and I rolled my eyes before joining the gang at the table. “Hey,” I greeted everyone as I took a seat, arching my eyebrows and furrowing my forehead when I got zero response. I blushed when I noticed all eyes on me — Kirk and Leanne with expectation in their eyes, Cliff throwing some side-eye, torn between suspicion and curiosity, and Lars barely containing his laughter. “Alright, spill it. What's the deal?”

“You telling us what happened?” Kirk chimed in, a big grin spreading across his face. I furrowed my brow.

“Nothing happened. What are you guys talking about?”

“Just that Pat went nuclear 'cause you and James disappeared together yesterday. Now she's MIA, and you two stroll in all cozy for breakfast like this?” Lars said, grinning like a goof too. ”So... what's the story?”

“Pat and James called it quits. She hightailed it back home,” I admitted, figuring there was no point in keeping it under wraps — everyone would catch on sooner or later.

“And you’re seriously gonna let us suffer in suspense? Spill the details!” Lea demanded, and I let out a groan.

James rolled back with two plates, plopping one in front of me before settling down and digging in. He took a few seconds, maybe longer, to catch onto everyone's eager stares at us.

“What?” he asked, his mouth full.

“What we're dying to know is if you two fucked or n…”.

“Lars!” I cut in, my face heating up. James nearly choked on his food, going red in the face too. I averted my gaze, refusing to make eye contact, running a hand over my face.

“Oh my God. You guys totally did it, didn’t you?” Lars continued, now definitely cracking up. We stayed silent, but that seemed to be all the confirmation he needed. He leaped to his feet. “I called it!” he pointed triumphantly at Kirk and Leanne. “Pay up, you owe me ten bucks.”

“You guys placed bets on this?” I exclaimed, offended, getting up. “Cliff!” I turned to Cliff, hoping for some support in conveying how ridiculous this was, but he just shrugged.

“I have nothing to do with this.”

“What were you betting on?” James inquired, still a bit flushed but not nearly as bothered as I was. I stared at him, incredulous.

“I bet that you and Pat would split, and you'd turn to Nore for comfort, inevitably leading to... you know. Kirk bet on a threesome with you, Pat, and Nore…” I shot Kirk a wide-eyed look, and he grinned at me like it was just a casual proposition. “Lea bet that you would only sort things out come morning.”

“And you all think it's cool to start placing bets on my love life?” I demanded, annoyed.

“We're just stoked that you and James finally got your act together, Nore. It was about time.” Leanne chimed in with a grin.

“I fucking called it! I knew this day would come ever since I spotted you two making out on the bus.” Lars declared, victorious. I turned to him, eyes wide, and James tensed beside me.

“What do you mean you saw it?” I asked, while James exclaimed:

“Seriously, Lars? I thought you were knocked out!”

“Wait a sec. What do you mean they were making out on the bus?” Kirk inquired.

“You didn't tell us any of this! It's not cool to bet when you're holding back intel,” Leanne griped.

“I genuinely thought you were knocked out,” James reiterated, sounding incredulous. Lars chuckled.

“Well, in case you're not familiar with the idea, it's called pretending…”

“Shut it, you goofballs,” Cliff grumbled. “Everyone's eyeballing us.”

I huffed but settled back in the chair to eat, allowing James to wrap an arm around my shoulders.

“So, are you two together now or what?” Lars prodded, and I rolled my eyes.

“Fuck off, Lars.”

“Are you or not?”

“It's none of your fucking business,” James muttered. “Just zip it.”

I glanced at James and couldn't help but smile when our eyes connected. We carried on with our meal, and to my relief, the others shifted gears, chatting more about the shows and the trip rather than dissecting James and me. I sighed, a sudden realization hitting me that the hollowness that had lingered for the past few weeks had lightened in my chest. For the first time in weeks, I felt almost complete, even with Dave not being there. For a fleeting moment, I almost allowed myself not to feel sad.

But then, James inadvertently brushed against the small blue stone on the bracelet that used to be Dave’s birthday gift, and in an instant, everything about Dave flooded back into my mind; his scent, his smile, the way he used to hold me. The way his lips always found the perfect spot against mine, and how he held me as if I would break with too much force. His voice, his hands, his strong arms around me, everything, everything about him.

I needed to find him again. I needed to explain everything; I needed him to understand that I loved him and had never stopped loving him, not even for a second. The idea of finding him frightened me, but the thought of never crossing paths with him again scared me even more. I needed to make things right.

Then, James' request echoed in my mind, and I let out a sigh. For now, I would let myself revel in the burst of happiness I'd stumbled upon in his embrace. I could make decisions later. I could figure out what I was really feeling. But for now, I could let myself forget that ache.

I could let myself be happy.

The rest of the tour flew by; now that James and I had sorted out our issues, the days felt lighter, and I started to feel a bit happy again. Of course, the fact that James couldn't keep his hands off me played a big part in that; we were always together, grabbing every chance we got to sneak away and get lost in each other's touch.

Before we knew it, it was time to head back home. Saying goodbye to James hit me way harder than I thought it would; I’d let myself love him fully in these past few days, no holds barred, but that didn't lessen how much I craved him one bit. If anything, with each passing day, I just wanted him more.

Nevertheless, I got back from the trip dead sure about one thing: I needed to patch things up with Dave. I had to lay it all out for him, spill every detail, even if it meant he might not want to hear it or worse, end up hating me. If my screw-up was keeping stuff under wraps to avoid hurting him, I was damn sure I wouldn't make that mistake again. Not if it meant risking losing someone I loved.

“You sure you don't want me to go with you?” James asked, cupping my face with one hand while the other hung onto my waist. We were saying goodbye at Los Angeles airport before he jetted back to San Francisco and I headed to Long Beach, but not for long; I had plans to swing back to LA the next weekend to have a chat with Dave and, well, Pat too. Figured some apologies were in order.

“I am. I swear I'll be fine,” I breathed, tiptoeing to plant a kiss on the corner of his mouth. He grinned, pulling me into a tight hug, and I let out a soft chuckle.

“You're so damn brave,” he whispered, making my heart rush. “I'll miss you, you know?”

“We'll catch up soon,” I replied, stepping back and resting my hands on his chest. He smiled, a touch of melancholy in his eyes.

“Yeah, but it won't be the same, will it?” he murmured, and I sighed, furrowing my brow a bit.

I had been dodging the thought, but James had a point: one way or another, I planned to sort things out with Dave this weekend. I was damn sure that meeting him again wouldn't be calm or easy, not when the ache for him was like a stormy sea in my chest.

Yet, I couldn't shake off how tight James and I had gotten in these last few days, how I’d let myself fall even more for him. I was torn, clueless about what to do. All I could wish for was that sorting things out with Dave about all that had happened in the past few months would clear up this emotional mess, help me make sense of it all.

"I gotta do this, Jamie," I murmured, cupping his face in my hands. He smiled, resigned, laying his hands on top of mine.

"I get it. How 'bout one last kiss? You know, for good luck." he suggested, and I couldn't help but chuckle, throwing my arms around his neck as I let him plant a sweet kiss on my lips.

The weekend rolled in quicker than I expected, shooting my anxiety through the roof. No matter how many times I'd rehearsed the speech and played out the scenarios in my head about facing Dave, when the moment finally arrived, I was way more jittery than I bargained for.

I hit up Pat's place first, thinking it might be a smoother conversation. Nervously, I rang the doorbell, sighing in anticipation. After a few minutes, the door swung open, revealing Pat.

I started to say hi, but she shut the door right in my face as soon as she laid eyes on me.

"Pat, come on!" I blurted, banging on the door. I hammered the doorbell — once, twice, three times — until she begrudgingly swung it open.

"What do you want?" she snarled. I raised my eyebrows, taken aback by her hostility.

"I want to talk to you."

"I have nothing to talk to you about. Go away."

"Yeah, I don’t think so. We need to talk," I lit a cigarette and offered her the pack. "Want one?" She stayed silent, and I sighed, shoving the cigarette box back into my jacket pocket. "Pat, look... I know things got kinda..."

“Spare me your apologies," She cut me off. "I don't want to hear it. It's too easy for you to roll up here and apologize after swiping my boyfriend from me. I don't get why you even bothered introducing him to me. You think I didn't know you two were cozying up while you were still with Dave?”

I opened my mouth, floored.

“Pat, I didn't... That's not true.”

“No? Then why were you so bent out of shape that day at Mike's house when you caught James kissing me?" She inched closer, and I instinctively took a step back, my stomach doing somersaults and my face turning beet red when I realized she'd noticed how upset I got. Sure, I was a bit inebriated and stoned that day, but I genuinely believed Pat hadn't seen how messed up I felt seeing her with James.  "If you and James weren't a thing, why did Dave kick you to the curb after I told him about you two?”

My whole world felt like it hit pause when she dropped that bomb. How could she have told Dave about James and me? Flashbacks of that day zipped through my brain like lightning; I didn't clue Dave in on my trip to snag my jacket from Mike's place, not because I was hiding stuff from him, but because I knew he wasn’t comfortable with anything related to Metallica, and I figured it'd be a quick in-and-out mission – grab the jacket and jet.

Yet somehow, for some wild reason, he’d tailed me. For months, I'd been scratching my head, wondering how Dave had known I'd be at Mike's place, how he was dead sure James and would be together behind his back, but that explanation couldn't be real. It just didn't make sense.

“You did... what?” I murmured, my voice shaky as my stomach did somersaults. The cigarette I had in my hand slipped through my fingers, thudding on the floor as my hands started to shake like crazy. “Pat, what the fuck did you do?”

“I told him everything, ” she smirked, clearly pleased with how her words threw me off, messing with my breathing in a cocktail of anger and despair. “James kept swearing you two weren't a thing, but I wasn't buying it. Did you really think I didn't notice the way he looked at you? Like, did you honestly believe I'd let you wreck everything? I figured if Dave knew, you'd have a fight, and he'd talk you out of hanging with James. I just didn't expect him to actually catch you two in the act and call it quits with you,” she came closer, giving me a little shove, and I balled my hands into fists. “But just when I figured you'd quit bugging me and James, they invited you on that damn tour. And guess what? I was right. You were together after all, weren’t you? You should've seen Dave's face when I got back from Europe and told him all about what went down back there.”

“You're a fucking bitch, ” I snapped, shaking with fury and barely holding back from taking a swing at her on the spot. “You really think this is cool? Spreading a load of bullshit about us? You don’t know shit about me and James. I’m lucky I showed up here and found out about all this, 'cause now he's for sure never gonna want to see you again.”

She took a step back, a glint of hurt flickering in her eyes for a split second before it got replaced by coldness, a mocking grin playing on her lips.

"What's that saying again? An eye for an eye?" she said, tilting her head back slightly and giving me a narrowed-eye look. "Dave won't want anything to do with you either, Nore. Not after his ex-best friend and his girlfriend double-crossed him like this. Do you think I give a damn if it's true or not? You snagged the guy I like, so I snagged the guy you love."

I took another step back. How could she just say that so casually, like it was no big deal? Like wrecking my relationship with Dave didn't matter, like hurting him and breaking both our hearts meant nothing? I felt my heart squeeze, my breath hitching as I grasped the full impact of it all; how Dave must've believed I’d genuinely stabbed him in the back, how bumping into James at Mike's place, alone with me, would have only fueled his suspicions.

And what was Pat blabbing about again? You should've seen Dave's face when I got back from Europe and told him all about what went down back there. What twisted version of the truth had Pat fed him before I had a chance to spill my own guts, to lay out my feelings, to let him know how much I've been hurting without him, how much I've been missing him? Did he really think I'd been cozying up with James since our split, not giving a damn about how he felt? Did he genuinely believe I'd ditch him like that?

I couldn't stick around there for one more second. I had to track down Dave immediately. I needed to tell him the truth, no twists, no fibs, no chitchat. I needed him to understand that I loved him. That yeah, I had feelings for James too, but I loved him ; that I had loved him first, that we could patch things up if we gave it a shot. That I needed him. That I didn't want to live without him.

I spun around without a backward glance, hustling to my motorcycle and firing it up. I zoomed through the streets of Los Angeles, maybe pushing the speed limit a bit until I hit the low-rise building where Dave and I used to live. I barged into the building like a tornado, sprinting up the stairs until I hit our old apartment’s floor. I halted in front of the door, my heart pounding, my face all flushed, the desperation in my heart shoving aside any jitters about facing Dave again. All I craved was for him to swing that door open, and I'd throw myself into his arms, cup his face in my hands and kiss him, let him take me to bed, and everything would sort itself out because I loved him. I fucking loved him.

But that dream didn't pan out; when I knocked on the door, I noticed it was already unlocked, exposing a totally vacant apartment. I barged in, frantic, scouring every room as if he might still be there, but he wasn't. He just wasn't there, and the realization hit me like a tidal wave, tears streaming down my face uncontrollably. He wasn't there, and I had no clue how to find him.

I had lost him.

✧ if you'd like to be tagged on the next parts, let me know and I'll add you to the tag list! ❤ ✧

✦ a/n: decided to put this note at the end so you guys wouldn't get spoilers for this part. I'm sorry for the heartbreaking twist (again) lol I promised Dave would be back and he will, but it'll take just a bit longer! Also, the epilogue is getting a little bigger than I expected, because I don't want to leave any plot points unanswered or rushed, so I will split it into a few parts (it won't be too many! it's all for the sake of the story and so we can get more Dave and James moments with Nore I promise lol)

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🚨SPOILERS FOR FANTASY HIGH JUNIOR YEAR EPISODE 6🚨

Dimension20 "Fantasy High Junior Year"

Episode 6 "Party Politics"

Timestamp: 00:37:18

Video Length: 4min. & 7sec.

Sumo Wrestling to talk to Ragh (Pt. 1 | ‣Pt. 2)

Gorgug yells for Riz

Riz joins in

Gorgug says he explained but Riz also explains it again in a maybe better kind of way for Ragh to try to understand.

Riz: "So there was a god that was going through some kind of- was having- anger was escaping through these red gems that were possessing people and filling them with rage. And then Kalina- who is back but we don't know what's going on because now that the Nightmare King is gone, Cassandra manifested Kalina again, I guess and Kalina seemed shady but also seemed to legitimately be helping Cassandra, so it's possible that she takes on the traits of whoever she's the familiar of. So she might be a good guy? I don't know what's going on. But she did say your name specifically, not in a threatening way, but in a 'he will save us' way, while she was getting taken over by one of the red gems that was very similar to what happened with your mom. So, I think you are the true crab king."

Gorgug bows! 😂🤣💀

Riz also bows 😂😂🤣🤣💀💀

Riz is confusedly just looking at Gorgug 😂😂😂

Gorgug: "We've just got to build him up a little bit." 😭😭

Ragh: "So you're telling me that in the same year that I gotta get ready for tryouts for the Bastion City Buccaneers, that I've been chosen to save Cassandra?"

Gorgug and Riz: "Maybe?" 😂🤣💀

Gorgug: "Does that mean something to you?" 😂

Ragh: "It means a lot." 😭😭

Ragh remembers Cassandra! He was there! 😂🤣💀

Ragh is gonna find Cassandra 😭

Ragh: "Listen, I'm a straight-up barbarian, but if you need cleric numero dos and I'm the chosen one- Let's talk." 😭😭

Riz: "I think it's something to do with those red rage spheres, that maybe you could help with, or maybe we can talk to your mom and also you, and maybe we can all figure it out together."

Ragh really struggles :(((

Brennan: "You see that- he[Ragh] loves you a lot and wants to say something that solves the mystery for you, but I think you watch him not get it."

Ragh has never seen a rage star per se

Lydia has a fiend trapped in the red gem that's inside of her and she uses her rage to contain it.

Lydia can make a sick spread on Saturday and they can talk to her about the star trapped in her chest!

Ragh texts his mom SO QUICK! 😭✋

Ragh's text to his mom: "Mom, sick spread. Crystal demon questions. Riz, Gorgug. You down?" 😂🤣💀

🥰🥰An enormous wall of the "surrounded by hearts smiling" emoji🥰🥰

Ragh's mom is the best! 😭✋ I admire the LOVE that Ragh has for his mom fr! 😭😭✋✋

Ragh assures Gorgug and Riz that they're gonna get to the bottom of this! 🥺🥺 He's so sweet! 🥺🥺♥️♥️

Crab King! 😂🤣👏👑

Ragh: "Crab King, when the lobster prince and the shrimp majordomo need help, then that's what's up."

Riz: "That's awesome. Thank you, Ragh."

Gorgug, Riz, and Ragh all put a hand in: "Crustacean Nation!" 😭😭✋✋

[loosesodamarble]

Welcome to the Black Bird Part 2: Alexander the Bodyguard

Summary: Introducing Sukehiro as Alexander, the strong and stalwart bodyguard butler of the Black Bird. Genre: general Word count: ~800 A/N: I commissioned the art of Yami from @cringeyvanillamilk.

..........

“We just don’t think you can bring what our business is looking for.”

“There aren’t any open positions, sorry.”

“Sorry, kid, given your record, we’ve decided against hiring you.”

Sukehiro threw his phone onto his bed before flopping down on the mattress.

What was the fucking point of applying to every job he could find only to get turned down by every place? He was starting to believe that there wasn’t a point. He’d be stuck going nowhere. He’d spend the last of his savings on renting out a shithole apartment and once he was out, he’d be on the streets.

He’d probably wind up dead in a ditch soon after.

Because no one would bother caring for someone like him.

And then one day, when Sukehiro was walking to the convenience store for some cheap shopping, he ran into a man.

Short blond hair. Dark purple eyes that seemed wise beyond their years. The oddest name Sukehiro had ever heard, Julius Novachrono.

“The moving crew I hired is a little overwhelmed by how much I have,” he explained with an awkward laugh. “Would you mind lending a hand? It’s just at the apartment building next door. I’ll even pay in cash if you’d like.”

The money was a hundred dollars an hour at minimum. Of course Sukehiro took the chance.

And one chance encounter was all it took…

…..

“My lady, I humbly offer my arm to you so that you may walk without fear of falling on your way to your table,” Sukehiro said as he slightly bowed from his waist.

“No need today, Alexander,” replied Charlotte Roselei, one of the regulars at the Black Bird. She was also a regular to Sukehiro’s butler persona, asking for him whenever he was available.

“I shall still guide you, and I will take care to watch for anything that might endanger you.”

Charlotte laughed softly then replied, “Fine by me.”

On the way to the table, Sukehiro made a bit of a show of himself. He put his arm out, stopping fellow waiter “Flynn” from crossing in front of Charlotte.

“Watch your step, Flynn. You could’ve bumped into my mistress and done her harm,” Sukehiro said sternly, glaring into his coworker’s eyes.

“Flynn” clicked his tongue and replied, “You gotta be a real loser to be so protective.”

Sukehiro scoffed. In the corner of his eye, he saw Charlotte pass by, and so he put his arm down and let “Flynn” by. He hurried back to Charlotte’s side, guiding her. No words were exchanged, not until Charlotte was seated and had the menu in hand.

“I don’t find it lame at all,” she muttered.

“Hm? Whatever do you mean, my lady?” Sukehiro asked, already knowing but feeling the need to entertain a brief conversation.

“Being protective of others, whether it be as intimate as family or casually for a customer, is noble in my opinion. Although…” She turned the page of the menu and stared at the entree selection. “I feel like your effort is wasted on someone like me. Since well…” Charlotte lifted her arm and flexed, showing the lean muscle of her bicep.

Against his better judgment, Sukehiro chuckled. “I would only consider it wasted effort if you didn’t appreciate it.”

…..

Shielded Sea Fry. One of the pricier dishes on the specialty menu, but only because it so heavily relied on seafood.

Sukehiro grew up in a coastal town, eating more fish than beef or pork. So of course a dish based on who he was would have to involve seafood. He preferred cracking a crab open and eating it plain but for the sake of the cafe’s aesthetic, he agreed that a crab salad served in a cleaned out shell would suffice. The entree also had seared scallops, a boiled lobster tail, and an acidic seaweed salad to balance the richness of the crustaceans.

The seafood was plated within the shells, reflecting the protective persona that Sukehiro put on for his customers.

Reflecting the shield that Sukehiro had hidden himself behind for years before. Because, back then, no one was going to protect him except himself.

That was then. In the present though, he was at the Black Bird.

Where everything was clean and polished, even himself. Where the customers would admire his physique rather than take his appearance alone as a threat to be mugged. And where he met some weirdos and made some wonderful friends too.

Never did Sukehiro believe he’d end up where he was. But he was there and he didn’t plan on leaving any time soon.

“One Shielded Sea Fry for Table #10!” the head chef yelled.

“Picking it up!” Sukehiro called back.

.....

[quaranmine]

Hiii I read your fix sometime in March or April I think and me and my bestie have never gotten over it! I've written some asks before, not sure if you remember (I drew mspaint dying rotting mumbo for example. And wrote my first ever fic and podfic at that where mumbo lives and he's just a local legendary lobster creature??? Or smth like that. And scar is also there cause my bestie was distraught that scar was left alone at the end and ueah)

So. The fanfic impacted me so much. That the firewatch ost cottonwood hike is my top song on spotify AND the ost CREATOR is my top artist 😭😭 that brainrot was insane, I gotta tell ya

Anyway thank you so much for writing that fic it changed lives and is an absolute masterpiece like no other. It's probably one of if not the best thing I've read. The pacing, the characters, the two timeliness. I usually not that big of a fan of a story with two timelines cause sometimes I'm not all that interested in one of them, but your story has captivated me like nothing before! All of it is so so perfect

Also my friend has said, quite recently too, that she thinks it'd be funny if mumbo was, like, wild-life-trivia-bot-curse kind of big cause he wouldn't even be able to be hidden on the cliffside and also scar would just look into horizon and see a giant mumbo

Anyways, hope you're having fun, and you're doing well and such! It's so crazy to think about this year, it's been crazy honestly

LOVE ITTTT that's so amazing that I made such an impact on your year that I even influenced your Spotify Wrapped :0 Also, I didn't make this playlist, but I saved it somewhere off reddit and you may enjoy it. It has a lot of the Firewatch soundtrack on it + other stuff in the same vibe.

I'm just....very touched that you love the story so much. And to hear so many stories of people sharing how it made an impact on them--long term, and to the point of even creating things for me or inspired by me. It's very special and absolutely the best thing that has happened to me this year. So for that, thank you.

I'm glad to hear that you liked the dual timelines! I have to admit I'm kind of like you. I often don't like it either when stories go back and forth like that, because I too am normally a lot less interested in one side of it (normally whatever the "past" section is.) But for this story I felt like it was the right choice to make. I wanted to set up Mumbo leaving/getting lost and then immediately show where the story really starts 1 year later. And then I wanted to slowly close the gap between the two.

And yes of course I remember you! I love how good you and your friend are at turning such a tragic story into straight crack fic xD

it'd be funny if mumbo was, like, wild-life-trivia-bot-curse kind of big cause he wouldn't even be able to be hidden the real reason grian needed to find a fire lookout was just so he could get high enough to SEE something lmao

[abracazabka]

You. 🫵 Top 5 Moments in The Karate Kid Novelization

OHHHHHOHOHOHO

so for anyone who wants to read a lot of bits and pieces of the Karate Kid novelization, click the read more bc I uhhh. Well I went kind of crazy on this ask. Sorry, friend lmfao

1. Well I made a post about it before but CAN'T FUCKING FIND IT. But anyway, you and I both know the top moment is when we see what goes through Daniel's head as Mr. Miyagi gives him a bonsai and urges him to picture a tree:

"He saw it. It stood, a cypress on a cliff by an ocean, beaten and shaped by the harsh wind and salt air. Its branches withstood the environment and reached bravely for nourishment and survival. It was lonely and beautiful" (Hiller 39-40).

I love this moment bc it resonates with the theme of healing yourself and obtaining strong roots through reaching for help and connection from other people, and not falling to anger, bitterness, etc. Wounds can be healed, y'know? And Daniel is stronger than he looks, and not alone anymore. (Also how you mentioned it coincidentally reminds you of the bonsai in KK3?? INSANE!!)

2. Next would be all the moments that clue you in to how kind and considerate Daniel is toward his mother. He has his pissy teenage boy moments, but he loves his mom so much, and wants a good life for both of them, even at the expense of himself. A couple examples:

[After he is beat by Johnny on the beach]

"'Oh, Daniel! What happened?'

Daniel wanted to tell her something she could believe. She had enough worries of her own and he didn't want her to have to worry about him, too" (18).

Very very sweet. But Daniel, she's your mother!! She will worry, and you gotta be honest </3

[After The Cobras ran him off the road]

"'I'm sorry doesn't help, Ma. I want to go home. I don't understand the rules here.'

'You know, hon. I'm not so sure I understand them myself. It's been a little rocky here for me, too, though I've made it through three days without getting a black eye.' Daniel caught the twinkle in her eye and smiled despite himself.

... 'Let's get you cleaned up and we'll see if we can't figure out the rules together.' She put her arm around Daniel's shoulders and they began to walk to the apartment together" (37).

I love this moment!!! Lucille lets Daniel know they are in this together. They are able to share their hardship with one another, and bounce back from it not just to soldier on, but to be there for each other!!

3. Honestly, I thought it was cheesey at first, but from a literary standpoint, the Garden of Eden allusion/motif. Some examples:

[At first he sarcastically/bitterly thinks of "the Garden of Eden" his mother calls California. This is as he ponders about insecurities about Ali, then distracts himself with thoughts of his tree.]

"He thought of his bonsai tree and how he had pruned it and clipped it so that it almost looked like the picture in his mind ー the one thing that flourished in this Garden of Eden" (44).

I love the way he thinks back to his bonsai and what Mr. Miyagi has given him, but this passage is kind of saddening as much as it scratches my brain

[The last line of the novel presents the phrase very differently (positively). It is pretty cheesy, but it's grown on me. Context within the quote.]

"How can I go wrong, he thought, with a terrific man like Mr. Miyagi for a friend, the most beautiful ... girlfriend ... a mother who will spring for lobsters every time I win the All Valley ...

A guy could really turn on to a Garden of Eden like this" (131).

I'm happy for him! This is how the ending should always be! The joy!!

4. Bobby's moments make me fucking INSANE. I think it was handled pretty well, all things considered. So: Bobby Brown renouncing Cobra Kai.

[After being commanded by Kreese to take Daniel out of commission, then beginning his match with Daniel]

"Bobby stood still, his eyes locked with Kreese's. Daniel couldn't understand what was happening as he observed a battle of wills between Bobby and Kreese ...

Once again [Bobby's] eyes shifted to Kreese, then back to Daniel ...

From the stretcher, [Daniel] watched Bobby exit the ring to catcalls from the audience. Bobby stopped just long enough to untie and discard his belt at Kreese's feet and walk out, shattered.

The Cobra, it seemed, could be poisoned by its own venom" (119-120).

THE COBRA POISONED BY ITS OWN VENOM? SHATTERED??? yeah I'm insane about this. Bobby...Bobby...

5. Lastly, bc who cares about these gay bitches (me, I do), all the moments that could be associated with lawrusso if you squint:

"As their eyes measured each other, Johnny's body moved, catlike, into a karate stance ...

Johnny and his gang mounted their dirt bikes" (16).

Cat-like, huh...mounted you say...this is some strange description, Daniel

"[Ali] smiled at him one more time and rushed off, almost bumping into Johnny. Daniel realized that Johnny had witnessed his entire conversation with Ali" (20-21).

Why are you so close, so transfixed, Johnny...

"Calmly, [Daniel] smeared the gob of blueberry gunk on Johnny's shirt. Mayhem erupted" (30) ...

"Johnny just stared at him ... Silently, Johnny brushed Daniel's bicycle to the limit" (34).

:( The bullying moments ... PIE!!! PIE!!! I love what a little shit Daniel is there. This moment doesn't have the sensuality of the deleted scene though. But I do like Johnny's STARE in the next part

"So, he learned Johnny's class schedule and avoided him" (43).

I get it but also. Hmm. Okay...🏳️‍🌈

"Johnny stood in front of him, soaking wet. He put his hands on his hips" (49).

This is just hilarious cuz a lot of us like to call Johnny a Wet Beast for Daniel. Also hands on his hips is just a funny and endearing moment, what a shit lol

"Daniel carefully evaded Johnny's grasp, but realized it was going to be a losing battle. Johnny was bigger" (66-67).

THE EMPHASIS...HUH. I GET IT. BUT ALSO. OKAY...🏳️‍🌈

"For there, on the dance floor, was Ali ー dancing with Johnny. Johnny's eyes met Daniel's" (88).

Gayass

"He'd have to ... meet Johnny at the tournament, completing the battle they'd begun that first day on the beach" (96) ...

[After Daniel returns to the arena, and Johnny meets his eyes] "Daniel wondered for an instant if there was a slight flicker of relief in those stony eyes, but rejected the thought" (123) ...

"Daniel and Johnny circled, each looking for a point of attack, each oblivious to the rest of the rest of the world" (124).

The tournament! I love the phrases...the battle that begun on the beach...Johnny's recognition of and buried hope for Daniel...their eyes only for each other, for this fight...

[After the tournament] "Daniel had won the crowd's respect; he'd won Johnny's respect; most important, however, he'd won his own self-respect" (125) ...

"Finally, Daniel stood next to Johnny. They bowed. Their eyes met in genuine respect" (126).

I love Daniel's journey toward his self-respect, that is so important to me. But also Johnny's HEHEH....Cobra Kai take notes.

ANYWAY UH YEAH. THERE YOU GO. THIS LITERALLY TOOK ME LIKE AN HOUR (PROBABLY MORE). LOL...

[itsyamajesty]

I didn't finish coloring because

1. Midnight

2. I hate the dress

3. This was meant to be a sketch, not actually colored (atleast I know how to change the dress now)

Don't love the horn colors either

BUT

THE FACE

THE HAIR (especially the hair)

Rising Charcoal AU Dark Enchantress WIP already looking great (imo, I could be insane)

Back to A LOT of ranting, and I mean A LOT this time

Gotta make the dress better, gonna go away from the queen direction and towards the goddess direction

Thinking of including her lab coat, it's pretty iconic with how important the laboratory, CODs' Beast Cookie bodies, and Ultimate Cookie is to this AU (specifically those last two, in the case of DE's design sofar, very specifically Shadow Milk (you can probably guess how design wise, just not the lore reason))

Outside of [redacted for minor-ish spoilers], all flashback scenes including Dark Enchantress has her in her lab attire

...

Eyefestation ahh hair actually, love it

Also a little out there, but the chance I include the other dragons is going up, but that's under my understanding of the CRK lore (tbh, I did not pay a whole lot of attention to Legend of the Red Dragon- I'll watch it all once I have to write Hollyberry's memories for Eterenal Sugar's arcs)

But with my current probably wrong understanding

Dark Enchantress would probably want the entire Dragontounge dictionary

And from what I know, Ananas wants to keep their island and cookies on it safe

Thus, threaten that safety, profit (even if Dark Enchantress can't get to the others, but where there is a will, there is a way)

AGAIN, NOT CONFIRMING ANYTHING, THERE IS A LOT OF LORE TO READ

And also a lot of Ovenbreak story

That doesn't do voicelines

So I have to READ

Ugh, how dare you make me read in a heavy plotline game!

Uh also I need to find out what COD members are in OB I know there are the Choco Chess Piece twins and Lobster Cookie (I think anyway? Maybe?)

Anyway time to stay up late and do some research

[ultimatecryptid]

glance, canvas, and favorite for your brosca and your amell!

@itzpapalotl im glad you like it i spent HOURS picking Laurentine out 😩 good to know the effort was worth it

this sets long enough im shoving it under a readmore, enjoy!

Glance: At first glance, what stands out most about your OC's face? What's their distinguishing feature?

Emery: From the outside I think it's hard to beat the face tats. ESPECIALLY the  blackout castle. It was designed to grab your attention, and I think it does. If you look past that, however, I've always found her eyes very arresting. 

Laurentine/Butch: That's gotta be the FRECKLES baby! Laurentine is heavily freckled, especially on his face. Also, she has a noticeably narrow mouth. During the Blight, though, Laurentine's most noticeable feature is the worst sunburn you've ever seen. Laurentine is as red as a lobster and burned to the point of peeling and she'll barely do anything about it. This is because he's a masochist and because he's having issues about being outside for the first time in 20 years. She's so well adjusted.

Canvas: Does your OC have any scars, piercings, tattoos, or other markings?  Do they display them or cover them up at all?

Emery: Loads and loads of facial piercings, and a few on her body. Emery did the majority of her piercings herself, and she started doing it very young, with all that entails. There's a decent number of piercing scars scattered around her face, some of which never healed properly and some she let close because she wanted to switch it up. 

The fact that DA: O includes complimentary tattos around the casteless tattoo targets me personally. It's been a number of years since she got her castle done, and I don't think it was done by a professional so the technical quality isn't very good, but it is one of Em's most focussed features. I wouldn't be surprised if she had others of varying quality, Em is very much a drunk tattoo kind of girl, and I don't think anyone was stopping her, but I havent gotten any more specific from that so we're all gonna have to wait in mystery.

And we aren't gonna forget her facial scar. For the most part she's avoided it past a couple nicks and bruises, but she got her cheek sliced open while working for the carta. It did not heal neat.

Laurentine/Butch: Just the standard lobe piercing for her, but she wears huge chandelier type earrings. Some are gifts from her fellow mages, and some are gifts from the Amells that were allowed into the Circle.

Favorite: Does your OC have a favorite article of clothing or accessory? What is it? What's the meaning behind it? Do they wear it all the time or do they wear it sparingly to keep it safe?

Emery: During the events of the game, no, Emery didn't get anything out of clothes like that. But at some point this changes, probably having something to do with the sheer joy Morrigan got from her gifts. But she doesn't find something that really calls to her until later.

Laurentine/Butch: A little to the left for Butch. While in the Circle Laurentine got really obsessed with those overly complicated gimmick braids, like the kind you see on pinterest that look like baskets or butterflies or something equally complicated. Laurentine would sit for however long it took to get something that elaborate. Jowan could do it sometimes, or her mentor, or literally anyone Butch was not picky, and it eventually became a whole thing. Laurentine Amell, founder of the Kinloch Braiding Club. But he isn't very good at them himself, and while on the road it's abandoned for the shittiest updos you've ever seen. It's a miracle his hair stays up—oh wait it doesn't.

[octopodeez]

Lol you ready for this? Its long. So I have an oc that I made originally for the specific reason to fuck Doflamingo. Its not me directly doing it so it's fine Lol. I might be horny but i gotta draw a line. But I got Waaay to carried away with this and made my oc fuck my 3 main blonde simps (Spoilers up until post dressrosa idk where you are so warning) here's how it happens

So remember when Dof was in Jaya while the strawhats were in Skypiea? Remember that. My character, who I named a weird name so I'll just call them Z, is from Skypiea. As the strawhats go up, he gets, for lack of a better word, thrown down by Enel. Z is blood related to the Shandia (the tribe from skypiea). He basically was pissed and threw himself at Enel early to try and kill him and got royally fucked up. Then was just dropped of the edge and proceeded to fall the 20 thousand ft down through the different layers all the way down until a little before he hit the normal ocean. Cut to Doflamingo, leaving Jaya, loud scream getting closer and closer. Everyone looks up and there is a person falling out of the sky. Buffalo stopped Z in the air and then released, Z falls the rest of the way and lands literally right infront of Dof and smashes into the ground. Z then in a delirious rage, completely fucked up stands up saying some shit like "ILL BURN THAT GOD ALIVE!" and then passes out.

Doflamingo: lol ima keep it

Z is a freak might I add, and at this point, not normal at all. He also truly has no idea what the world is like since they only were ever in Skypiea. Dof takes advantage of this of course and molds him into his vicious personal hitman. (Of course they fuck that was the point of this lol) So Z gets sent out on these long ass missions to hunt down anyone dof says to, doing this earns him the title of "Doflamingo's Hell Hound" since his thing was hunting donw people who thought they got away and 'dragging them back to hell'. The last time Z is sent out he comes back to a now destroyed dressrosa just days after luffy kicked dofs ass. So...now he's just alone?

That being said he tracks down the strawhats lol. But not for revenge, he literally has no idea who to ask about what happened and "why not ask the bigger fish" he thinks. Cut to when he eventually find them, shit gets angsty. Now he's learning all the shit that was blatantly kept from his knowledge. Sure Z was already killing for dof, but what do you mean all the toys were real people and an unimaginable number of people were suffering from so many different angles? So he now learns the whole truth and is devastated. attempts to unalive self right infront of the strawhats. Of course they don't let that happen tho, you know these guys. So now he's really lost. Z then spends like 3 months with these idiots, every stop hes like "alright im leaving" And then for an unforseen reason continues to stick around. This is when Z gets a taste of love from another blonde. Sanji

(Notes: Z is transmasc, and if you didn't know Dofs fav food is Lobster, so I just say he's a seafood person) Z never asked for anything ever, so he basically ate whatever was given to him, if at all, his whole time with dof and into his time with the strawhats. Z barely eats and will avoid the kitchen because of it but Sanji won't let anyone go hungry so he trys over and over to get Z to eat an actual portion for his size. Then one day Sanji makes some meat and Z finally gets a whiff and is like.."what smells so good?" Turns out Z loves meat, luffy level type meat lover. He, without realizing it, hasn't had a single bite of anything besides seafood for now years! Now Z is eating and sobbing at how good the food is every meal; and now he won't leave sanji alone. Z spends a lot of time just hanging out while Sanji cooks, asks to try anything and everything since he wants to now explore the world that was unknowingly denied to him. Sanji slowly is falling head over heels, but fighting it cause "I'm not gay I swear" lol. But Z just looks at him one day and says "well...it's not gay if you don't want I to be, i wont say it is" and that was truly all Sanji needed to hear lol. They fuck like once, but their relationship is just entirely romantic sweet tooth rotting fluff where Sanji unknowingly mends Zs abused heart by giving him the complete opposite from what he was used to. But these two never label themselves. The enjoy each others company and sanjis already panicing about a label, plus Z dont care, so they just exist together for this time until the day comes where Z leaves his temporary home with the strawhats. Sanji now sad as hell, but Z basically tells him he made him love life again and promised to see sanji again someday. reluctant as he was, they let each other go.[Something something if you love someone let them go?] Yeah Z never says It but he is fighting some deep turmoil where he's like "if dof breaks out of prison, he's gonna be pissed and I will not put that on the people who changed my life so im leaving now for real before i marry the guy fighting bisexuality" yea sanji and Z really could have had something if Z had been told that Dof really, truly, stood no chance against Luffy in the slightest anymore, but anytime he asked how dof got beaten all he ever heard was, "yea luffy kicked his ass, it was pretty crazy" so he never really knew that until later when he put two and two together himself

Alright, next blonde! Z now is a wanderer looking for an outlet for his.."talents" you don't kill for a warlord and not come out of it good at the task Okay so this is where my brain hasn't created yet, I'm still actively building this self indulgence story so I'm working on it lol Somehow he ends up with the Revolutionary Army and joins them. he hits it off with everyone, really fits in to well, and when he mentions he spent some time with the strawhats that only makes things easier, now step in ✨️Sabo✨️ these two are both unhinged, yes, but it's like they pass back and forth a braincell and when one is crazy the other is the anchor in that moment and vice-versa. They "friends-to-lovers style" there way into a relationship where they only acknowledge that they are together way after they realize, "oh shit are we dating?" And that leads to Z finally spilling how he feels like he betrayed Dof despite everything and that he couldn't live with himself if someone he cared about got hurt cause of his past. But you know Sabo, he's not even slightly worried about it, and basically explains to Z that if a specific 10ft tall pink bastard with sunglasses tried anything, the entirety of the Revolutionary Army would definitely not have an issue stopping that; Especially if Dof was alone. This is the first time Z has ever had someone say they would protect him (but if he had said something with the strawhats you know they would have made that clear) so now happy ending for him, he's living now and in a real relationship.

To summarize:

Doflamingo: man who already thinks himself a God sees a "fallen angel" fall right infront of him and he said "Profit!"

Sanji(along with the rest of the strawhats): brought the Light back to this poor bastards life and showed him that life is worth it (aw ☺️)

Sabo(along with the Revolutionary army) gave him a home, familiarity, and a good cause to fight for while simultaneously directing his skills into.

So that's how I made my 1 oc fuck the psycho blonde, the people pleasing blonde, and the unhinged blonde lmao

Ask anonymously? Nah

I’d take a bullet for Z he’s my actual hero

[ckret2]

are you going to put your mystery shack on the gallery when you finish it? and did you use a lot of cc for it?

(for anyone who missed it, we're talking about this Sims 4 build.)

Eventually, yeah! Though I'm not quite finished with it yet. There's a few more things I wanna fix up first. I'll put them under a cut since it's a long list lol.

But the build actually uses zero CC! I actually started building the shack as a way to pass the time on patch days so that I could have a CC-free project to work on whenever I'm wait for all my mods to get updated lmfao. Even the paintings of Bill aren't flagged as CC. (I used in-game objects to create a big architectural structure that looks like Bill, maxed Ford's painting skill, and sent him to go paint the scenery.)

Incidentally, if you want to have a couple of Authentic No-CC In-Game Bill Cipher Paintings, I HAVE put those up on the gallery:

Sorry the preview image sucks. I do not control how the gallery puts up preview images.

(I thiiiiiink I've also put up a couple of yes-CC Bill Cipher paintings that nevertheless still work in-game without you have it to download anything? They look like the actual tapestry in Mabelcorn. But you've gotta turn on the "allow CC" flag when searching the gallery to see them.)

Some of the objects were placed using the TOOL mod—for instance, that RoM rug I stuck on the wall to serve as the Portal—but objects placed with TOOL will stay put even if you don't have TOOL, so you won't need it to download the shack and use it as-is and it won't be flagged as CC when it's uploaded to the gallery.

And the things I still need to fix, off the top of my head:

I'm gonna replace the bookcases in Ford's study with the new bookcases from the book nook kit, so that the books on the shelves will look a bit more diverse.

In the show, there's a spiral staircase to nowhere in Ford's study. I'm gonna put a ladder in that spot and connect it to an extra bathroom. For the size of this build, it's got way too few bathrooms.

And on that note: outhouse. The shack needs its outhouse.

I've gotta rearrange the position of Stan's bedroom and the attic window seat. When I originally put the window seat in the build, I was going off Headhunters where it seemed to be on one end of the house; but from later episodes it seems more accurate to put the window seat on the side of the house (as the window under the roof hangout spot).

I found some better screenshots of the main bathroom, so I've gotta fix it up—put the toilet in the correct spot, add its second mirror, etc.

I need to finalize the route to the roof hangout spot. The show has the characters climb on the roof to get to it, which just isn't an option in the sims; so trying to find a route up that still looks kinda canon-accurate has been giving me trouble for the whole build.

I wanna shuffle around the position of the basement rooms a little bit so that the elevator entrance doesn't feel quite so cramped.

Now that we got some brand new functional backpacks and lunchboxes in game, I wanna drop them in the attic for Dipper and Mabel to use.

I might change the gift shop up a bit. Right now I've got all the "for sale" souvenirs on a big wooden display cabinet, and it looks very nice; buuut it's not canon accurate, it's supposed to be a glass display case. And I AM trying to be canon accurate. Even if the wooden display cabinet looks nicer.

I'm not quite sure if uploading a fishbowl full of fish to the library will keep the fish in that bowl, but just in case it does, I wanna have Mabel go catch a lobster and put it in the fish tank (to parallel the lobster she gets in The Hand That Rocks The Mabel). Too bad there's no axolotls in TS4.

Similarly, I'm not quite sure if items stolen by kleptomaniac sims retain those "stolen item" flags when uploaded to the gallery; but just in case they do, I wanna make a Gleeful household just so that Stan can steal their sad clown painting to hang in the living room lmfao.

Now that we can paint ceilings, I've gotta paint ALL THE CEILINGS!

I got like six packs/kits just to use a few extra items in the Mystery Shack build lmfao, so I've gotta go through all those items with a fine-tooth comb to see if they can replace any items I currently have.

I've been putting off placing a lot of columns/corbels/rafters until the end, since while I was still shifting around the rooms they just got in the way. Now's the time to finish that.

I think I'm gonna redo how I handle the door to the cellar, TOOL mod willing, to make it more accurate and less wonky-looking.

I've been playing in the house a little bit to test it, so I've gotta do some housecleaning before we're ready to upload to the gallery: wash the dishes, mop up the mess Mabel made in the floor room, pick up the seed packets the gnomes tossed all over the place...

When I first made the shack, I actually started with somebody else's build I found on the gallery, and then went "wait this is inaccurate as hell and kind of sucks, all the rooms look wrong and the layout is VERY wrong," and I basically bulldozed it piece by piece to remake it myself. But because I started with someone else's build, it still retains an "originally made by this other guy" flag when I save the lot. This annoys me. So I've gotta find a way to get rid of that flag before uploading to the gallery.

[sammywolfgirl]

Okay I’m tired but gotta get this idea out,

So in my au lobster and mocha ray are a generation or two disconnected from sugartaria falling, like their grandparents grew up there and their parents likely vaugly remember being there but those two are part of the first generation who never went there.

And obviously that changes up their character motives for my au, mainly lobster who since they don’t feel any connection to the city have no reason to be so all or nothing about it. Thus why his (temporary) recruitment by DE was motivated by misleading them about an old friendship that ended sour.

And he literally ditched team bad guy after he and caviar battled a bit and then talked things out like adults.

All this to say he has no motive to care about sugartaria in my au so that might change the character a bit.

However, a friend suggested the idea that the GRANDFATHER could more clearly have the “I’d do anything to restore the city” motive but as he’s old he’s just kinda yelling in a rocking chair.

Idk could be a neat eater egg.

Mocha ray can have something similar with her grandma having the “I’d restore the city at any cost but I wouldn’t want to throw out my morals about it if I don’t have to” thing where she’d love to see the city back but if it just won’t work out she’d maybe drop it.

Which makes it neat that my mocha ray is now more desperate to restore the city. Mostly because she believes it’ll restore her family’s purpose and duty.

Which still means they aren’t doing this for the city, more for the family.

Which can be a neat theme to play with

Plus with the wondercrab giving me a clear thematic parallel of “living for the future” vs “being stuck in the past” that’d be a really good place to more directly tackle the theme in my au.

Plus caviar and candy diver being involved in that arc (in my au) can act as interesting cases. Caviar did sort of throw away his past to live on the surface, though he never completely cut himself off from his identity as a mershark, and recently is coming to better terms with finding a balance of his past vs his present.

Meanwhile candy diver is more burdened by their past,

They died, and idk how much they’ve come to terms with that, plus the kingdom they visit is where their SON lives (gumball), and they still are too afraid to tell him who they are. The idea of a city where it’s literally a soft rule not to talk about your past would be appealing.

And that’s not mentioning electric eel who’s very much on the “your past doesn’t matter let’s look to the future” end of the spectrum, maybe to a more dangerous degree since some level of a person’s past will always follow them, you can’t discard it entirely, and some people can’t. (Like abyss monarch)

And like again I’d have to see the full event before I make any final calls, but abyss monarch is giving me the thematic vibes of “still tied to the passed but wants to cut ties to it” like they don’t seem to like the city, and despite all they’ve changed they cannot escape it, mocha ray still finds them and recognizes them. The past will continue to haunt them. And that’s not even bringing up what bs the edgy sea monster powers might be causing in the present. Maybe they wanted to try and live peacefully but their status as the ruler of sea monsters can’t make that possible. Idk! But it’d be a neat theme for this edge lord!!

Idk having the whole spectrum could be fun to play with.

If it wasn’t clear I have a lot of thoughts about this arc, for au stuff and Og potential