#the lump tm

[circus-clangen]

Who is Marquee? I don't think we've seen them yet, are they still alive?

Okay because the reveal of this was all a MASSIVE train wreck (looking directly at the discord server) let me sum it up for yall that aren’t caught up:

[circus-clangen]

LUMP FAN NATION RISE UP 😤😤😤😤😤😤

The Lump.

@circus-clangen

Levi

@fallenclan

Flametail (the better one)

@glitterclan

Carmenspeck

@echoes-in-echoclan

Pachirisu

@sporeclan

Weed

@loudclan-clangen

[viiridiangreen]

34DDD/G SPORTS BRA SAVE ME

SAVE ME 34DDD/G SPORTS BRA

[riverofdragons]

"Highly sensitive person"

"Indigo child"

"Starseed"

Neurodivergent. What you mean is neurodivergent.

[iamafireplace]

made a social blunder 105 injured 54 missing or dead

[abandonedshops]

5 days of using african black soap. either my hormones changed right as i got the soap or my skin likes the soap.

[eliyah-de-dark]

Abuser-Victim gender groups lead to fear and distrust, and it downplays when abusers come from the Victim category.

Listen, the problem isn't men. It's how society pushes men to be. Some men can be the problem and they deserve nothing but pity, but men as a whole are not to be blamed.

Men and masculinity are not inherently bad or untrustworthy things and I don't mean that in a 'misandry is real and a problem' way, I mean that in a 'I think some of you might have contracted minor TERF poisoning' way

[zephyrkinx]

drifloon rubbermon <3 I actually put a lot of thought into how this one would work, included under the cut :3 (warning for the usual rubbermon body horror)

Adopt it here!

it's not a round lump of flesh it's also. an Actual Helium Balloon(tm)

[theficdealer]

“How do I—! How do I know!” Bilbo echoed, bristling with exasperation. “I journeyed all the way across Middle Earth, through forests and over the hills, crossed the Misty Mountains and the Great Greenwood through to the ruins of the great City of Dale and further still to Erebor, fighting goblins and orcs and giant spiders and a whole blasted war, then did the whole thing again in reverse, and you have the gall to ask me how I know!”

There was a beat of total silence. “Well, it was a reasonable question,” said Fortinbras, stung.

Bilbo drew in a long breath through his nose and gave an almighty huff. “Mark my words. All of you,” he said, pointing a finger at all the gathered faces, his voice tight with the desperation to be taken seriously. The dwarves would have listened. They would’ve had his back. “You must evacuate Hobbiton. Take only what you need to survive, and run. Go east. Forget your handkerchiefs and hang the silver spoons. Anyone who stays here, will die.”

“Now, Bilbo…”

He held up a hand to his cousin’s face. “No. No, don’t. You’ll see. Take my advice or don’t, you’ll see,” he said, casting a fearful glance at the smoke billowing from the ruins of the first raid. It was the pebble before the avalanche, and there were already more, thinner trails of smoke joining the larger one. A lump formed in his throat. They were already coming. He gave one last, loud proclamation to the crowd. “Flee on the east road. Tell anyone, everyone — we have no choice.”

—Excerpt from There Is One They Could Follow (One They Could Call Thain) by Oakensting (WorseOmens) on ao3

Basically, Bilbo pulls a Thorin Oakenshield and leads his people from the orc-ravaged Shire to safety. Meanwhile in Erebor, Thorin refuses to believe Bilbo is dead.

*staggers into the room Kramer-style covered in water, soot, glitter, and slivers of paper from the waste bin of a paper shredder like confetti* So, guess who just watched the lotr trilogy for the first time despite being a fan of the Hobbit for a literal decade! Also the last two (three?) months have sucked ass and I’m exhausted, so buckle up.

Anyway, this is one of my comfort fics, I love it so much. Everything from the Pining(TM) to the blatant parallels between the dwarves and hobbits.

Things I loved in particular:

Gandalf the White Ox

Kíli taking one look at Thorin and being like “oh I know exactly what’s going on here”

Hamfast and Drogo

Petty Thorin

Seriously, he’s so petty I love it

Bard just being like “yeah, that’s pretty much how I was when I lost my wife”

The r e u n i o n

“you’re like a hobbit king!” “my title is thain, actually” *incredulous staring*

splash fight<3

The acorn speech<3<3<3

The “New Polite”

Dwobbit debate

read it or the ulnas are mine <3

[circus-clangen]

had a dream that there was a new cat in the circus named Uglyshitfur who everyone but 🅱️ingstar hated their guts. They were a black and rainbow cat except for their face. Which they had none. It was just a white face with heavily blurred spots where the nose, eyes and mouth would be. Ring then exploded in the end. I don't know what was up with that

If you or a loved one has been subjected to a Circusclan dream, you may be entitled to financial compensation!!

[expvrgction]

"As long as he doesn't get crushed in his line of duty-- It would have been a disaster otherwise!" Rhagon replied. "Mine still has its own problems here and there, but nothing is going to stop this beetle from doing his job."

"Oh, that? Maverick activity started to become frequent lately-- Every business running in this district are still on edge to this day, and not even delivery services are spared from the chaos that ensues. I heard one too many times that my fellow deliverymen get robbed on their daily runs."

"Sadly, yes, I get targeted quite a lot. I don't get those defects' deal with me, and quite frankly, I don't take being interrupted lightly." The Reploid shook his head. "I know that I'm built for heavy duty and this job fits me, but it's good to have some form of self-defense every now and then. Even stood up for the boys running deliveries until help would arrive."

"Some people in this shopping district said that I should apply for the Maverick Hunter Program since they can see that I meet requirements to become part of it. But I while appreciate what Abel City's government is doing to ensure safety of every citizen living here, I'm not confident if I'm cut out for such a position." That's because you're a DEMON trying to blend in with robots, Davoth.

"Is there anything else you need, X? I'll have to tend to the shopkeepers soon. Can't leave 'em hanging."

Even if he was suspicious, it seemed that talking to this Reploid (Rhagon, apparently, which he would certainly be looking into later) was proving helpful. Getting an idea of where the Mechaniloid came from was useful, seeing where exactly its destruction was targeting. And there is also always a small relief when the number of casualties is low. There had been plenty of incidents in the past where the loss was...

Well, nothing could justify it.

"I'll let X continue with any questions he has." Zero was more of an action oriented guy as it was. He heads over to the person who had called for Rhagon to see which rubble they deemed the most important to take care of first.

X watches him walk away, a look of concern flashing over his face, but he lets go of it to face Rhagon and return the smile, albeit a tad embarrassed.

"Don't mind him. Zero is a heavy lifter and prefers to make use of that skill sooner rather than later." A sigh, but he shakes his head. "Ah, but more importantly, I do have a few more questions. You said you helped other citizens get to cover, and I noticed you are built quit sturdier than most civilian Reploids. This isn't meant to be any sort of accusation, but I have to check, are you used to this sort of trouble around you? Have you been targeted specifically in any sort of way?"

[lemon-russ]

A small inbetween due to popular demand- Cato needs to get The Talk (tm)

Poor Guillidad is at the end of his rope having to do this. But he's a better Dad than Emps so he grits his teeth and does it lol

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Cato Sicarius x F!Reader

CW: Sex talks, just awkward father son time

Summary: Cato gets The Talk (tm)

word count: 1,171

Cato follows behind Guilliman while he does his rounds of checking in on the various machinations of the chapter. To keep him busy, the primarch told him. They walked through the hangar now, and Guilliman stopped by a gunship, giving it an admiring look over.

“These have improved.” He says with a nod to the stormhawk. “We didn't have these back in my time.”

Cato watches as Guilliman gets closer to inspect the craft, looking over it's interior admiringly.

Somethings been on his mind though, since he was spoken to in the primarchs office.

“My Lord, may I ask you a clarifying question…?” He asks, standing straight backed with his hands behind his back, trying not to look nervous.

Guilliman looks over his shoulder out the ship door from where he was inspecting the various control panels. “Of course, Sicarius.” He says, motioning for him to come in. The primarch sits himself at the pilots chair, and Cato reluctantly sits co-pilot.

The proximity would make this more difficult, but at least they weren't looking directly at each other.

“Earlier, when you said, well… the talk….” Cato starts, turning his attention to some controls to his side and flipping a switch back and forth.

Guilliman freezes, then slowly gives Cato a sidelong glance. “…You… require some guidance…?” He asks, clearing his throat.

Cato frowns, not looking his gene father in the eye. “Well- just a question- we are taught in our training and initiation that Astartes are… well, infertile.” He says nervously, fidgeting with some controls.

Guilliman's face grows pale. “They- they tell you that-” he makes a tired groan, rubbing his temple. “Oh, terra. That's… can I assume you've been… operating under this assumption…?” he asks in a strangled voice.

Cato grimaces, glancing up at Guilliman and giving a small nod. His primarch sighs a weary sound.

“Well, you're not. No astarte is.” He says as he bores holes in the controls with his stare. “This must be a… miscommunication. Astartes don't have families, because they're supposed to be celibate, and if they aren't, duty comes first. But that does not mean the inability to… well, create a family…” he attempts to sound like he's reading it from text, matter of factly.

Cato swallows hard. “Does… does that mean the Ambassador-”

Guilliman scrunches his face in disgust and holds a hand up to stop him. “No- no, not… necessarily.” He says in a pained voice. “How long ago…?”

Cato looks hard at the panel. “The first time was… about a week and a half ago…?”

Guilliman makes a noise, “First time? How- when did you get a chance- wait, weren't you on the run on a rebel planet-”

Cato slinks down in his seat as Guilliman's eyes grow wider in horror. “Sicarius, you did not!” the primarch gasps, “While you were being hunted by an army? What, in a dirty hidey hole somewhere?”

“I mean- it wasn't like… in the dirt….” Cato defends in a mumble, face growing hot. “I held her up and-”

Guilliman groans and holds his hand up again. “She could get infections, or who knows what else,” he says, rubbing his palms down his face. “Okay, it's fine, she seems fine- I'll need to institute a sex-ed class for the whole chapter, it's fine” He grumbles.

Cato frowns, swallowing a nervous lump in his throat. He didn't mean to make her sick. He was immune to almost all disease and infection, it never crossed his mind that a baseline human could get sick from something so trivial.

“Did you…” His gene Father shifts awkwardly in his seat. “Did you, you know… do the riskier things…?” He forces out, unable to look at him.

Cato turns a little so his back is more toward Guilliman, playing with more switches, shoulders tight and raised nervously. “Y-yes.” He admits. “Is she… you know…” he mumbles, voice thick with worry. He heard that baseline women die when they give birth sometimes. Or die from being pregnant. So many things apparently can just kill a little baseline, now even sex?

Guilliman lets out a deep sigh. “Not necessarily.” He frowns and studies Cato, curled on himself anxiously. He squeezes his eyes closed and rubs his temples. “Alright, we're just going to cut straight to it.” He says, steeling himself and sitting up. “I'm going to explain all of this to you, answer your questions, and then I never want to talk about what you and the Ambassador do together ever again.”

A couple hours later, they leave the Hangar. Cato with a little more confidence in his step and smiling, Guilliman looking haggard, like he'd just returned from a months long campaign.

Cato now was an expert in the ways of sex, grilling his gene father for information for two hours straight. Now he understood everything- the Ambassador won't die, they have medical technology to handle things. He also learned he should not be taking her in dirty caves or in natural water like the hot springs- hearing what they did in natural hot springs and sand made Guilliman immediately order a full check up for the ambassador- but it's alright, he knows better now.

He smirks to himself. He can't wait to be allowed to go find her so he can use all his new knowledge on her, show her that he was a sex expert now. Of course he wouldn't flaunt that the information was new. He was Cato Sicarius. He was always the best at everything, of course.

There was one thing Guilliman told him that he was thinking he wasn't a huge fan of. How to not get her pregnant. He'd have to medicate her, or finish outside of her- not even a possibility in his mind- or use an annoying plastek like glove.

He smirks to himself. Now that he was an expert on all things reproduction, he is capable and qualified to make his own choices on the matter. And he thinks maybe the Ambassador would look cute all round. And she's good at handling things, doing her job with a child would hardly hold her back. Plus, He'll be forcing his way into a lot more of her body guarding roles, so if they had a child, he'd be there, and they'd both be totally safe.

Yes, he decides, working so hard to avoid it sounds like nonsense. It wasn't a guarantee anyways. So, might as well enjoy her fully. Sure, Guilliman would be annoyed with him, but he's been annoyed with him a lot recently, and things still were going great for him.

He'll just take the slap on the wrist if anything happens. Plus, He’s Cato Sicarius. He’s the best at everything. Everything includes fathering babies and caring for his little Ambassador, he assumes.

[murfeelee]

Bunnies & Clouds

This upload includes 2 thematic sets from my The Untamed/Kemonomimi AU gameplay, inspired by Cloud Recesses and all of Lan Wangji's bunny rabbits.

Kemonomimi Set

This set includes 8 basegame fully recolorable unisex accessories:

Yuu Bunny Ears for Kids (WITH TAIL): found under Bracelets

Yuu Bunny Ears for Kids: found under Bracelets

EA SSNS Bunny Tail as ACC for Kids: found under Bracelets

Yuu Bunny Ears for Toddlers (WITH TAIL): found under Bracelets

Emysims Plush Bunny Toddler Socks REDONE as Shoes

C2077 Bunny Backpack for Kids (BETA): found under Necklaces

Fox Ears ACC for Teens-Elders: found under Glasses

Fox Tail ACC for Teens-Elders: found under Garters

Clouds INSP Set

This set includes 2 decor objects and 8 patterns (TSRW not CASP), found under Abstract:

Pilar Cassandre Ceiling Cloud (SEPARATED) as Wall Decor

Bunny and Cloud Rugs

Cloud Patt 1-6

Chinese Cloud Pattern 1 & 2

Enjoy!

And Happy Ēostre Sunday!

Download zips (package files): Mediafire | SimFileShare

Description & preview pics under the cut:

Just wanted to point out a few things:

Child ACCs

Yuu already made bunny ears for older sims, but I struggled to find anything for kids, so I just converted theirs. There are 3 versions so you can have the Yuu Ears + EA Tail both separately, or merged together as 1 ACC. The Toddler version only has the merged ACC.

Emysims Plush Bunny Toddler Socks REDONE as Shoes

Cuz Emysims' links are all dead, I reconverted their Bunny Sock ACCs (after lowering the egregiously high polys), making them Shoes for Toddlers instead.

Cyberpunk 2077 Bunny Backpack ACC

This stupid thing has TRASH joint assignments, so the arms stretch when sims bend over, and the straps clip terribly, but oh frikkin well.

Bunny & Cloud Rugs

I just lumped a bunch of different ones together, tweaking the colors on a few that didn't match the aesthetique(TM).

Fox ACCs

And as a bonus, I threw in the Fox Ears & Tail ACCs, for all of your huli-jing or kitsune needs! (Garters are found after Socks, so just keep scrolling down.)

And that's that!

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Enjoy! And Happy Ēostre Sunday!

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[imabeautifulbutterfly]

Congrats on your following!! You more than deserve the attention for the skill and care you put into your writing. It’s always lovely to read and see where things go— on that note—

I would like to request “The Angst TM“ or “Hurt/Comfort”

( Crosshair x Medic!reader )

30—"Someone get the medic. Get the medic!"

48 —"You're the stars to my galaxy, without you there is no light."

—🦊

Hello my lovely @kavecika

I hope things are going well for you. You're always in my thoughts, even if I don't have time to reach out. I went with the Angst, so I hope you love it, and thank you for the congratulations, that means a lot.

Love oo,

The Only Reason

Warning: medical procedure, angst, hurt, tears, I think that's it. If I miss any please let me know.

Italics - flashback

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Smoke surrounded you as you did your best to tie off a wound, it was never easy working the front lines, not during the GAR and especially not now as an Imperial medic. You didn’t even know if what you were doing was right, not the medical part, but staying with the Empire. 

Really the only reason you stayed was because of Crosshair, you couldn’t leave him. You’d never leave him. Not when his chip activated, not when he made the decision to abandon his brothers, not even when he became a killing machine for the Empire. He wasn’t the Crosshair you knew and loved, but you still couldn’t leave him. 

“Someone get the medic. Get the medic!”

Another shout for help, another injured soldier that you would have to do your best to take care of; force how you missed Crosshair. How you missed how he would hold you so tight, afraid that you would slip through his grasp, almost as though you would disappear if he didn’t hold you. 

You missed how his lips traced your jaw, memorizing your shape, your every outline in the comfort of your quarters. 

But it all changed, all because of that stupid chip, that stupid old prune who somehow felt he was entitled to become an Emperor. If you only had a chance to deal with him hand-to-hand, then there would be no Empire, no chip, no soldiers still dying. Dying from something as ridiculous as a war that was supposed to be over. You remember because there was a parade and a declaration saying the war was over, so … then why were you here trying to save another young man from dying. 

You fought back the tears, fought back the anger, the hatred, you just wanted to be home. To be in Crosshair’s arms again, to hear him call you his baar’ur’ika, his little medic. You wanted to be lying beside him as he chewed his toothpick, something he stopped doing when he joined the Imperial ranks. 

Somehow through the smoke, through the tears, you finished your duty, and saved one more life. The fighting seemed to have finished at least for now. You trudged your way slowly towards the med tent, you needed to wash your hands and look after the patients you sent earlier. 

You were almost there when you saw Crosshair standing there, his armour looked pristine, the black shining even in the moonlight. He stared at you, and you just stared right back at him. You wanted to run into his arms, you wanted to hold him, bury your face in the crook of his neck. God, how you wanted to feel his fingers in your hair. To feel his breath on your neck, but there was no reaction from him. 

Nothing. 

There was nothing but him just standing guard. 

“Something you need, medic?”

The way he spat out the word medic, the way he just stared, it was all too much. Tears welled up in your eyes as you swallowed the lump in your throat back. He wasn’t your Crosshair, regardless of the fact you stayed for him, you followed him wherever he went, he wasn’t yours anymore. 

You simply shook your head, and walked into the tent. 

Why? Why did it have to be him? Why did you have to lose the one bright star in your life, that one shining, brilliant, spot in your miserable, dreary life? You gripped the field sink that had been set up and fought back the tears, fought back the misery. He was alive, regardless of everything else. He was here. He was alive, and maybe one day, somehow you’d be able to bring him back to you. 

Crosshair walked into the med tent and watched you, it’s all he could do. How could he possibly reach out to you? How could he do anything to comfort you? You were here because of him, when he tried his hardest to get you to leave you didn’t. So he did the next best thing, he distanced himself, he needed to save you even if that meant he had to break his promise to never leave you. His heart broke seeing you on the verge of breaking down, but if he intervened now, all the pain and hurt he caused you would’ve been for nothing. This was how he could save you, how he could keep you alive. 

He exited the tent, you none the wiser he’d even been there. 

You closed your eyes as a tear slid down your cheek, all you could think about was the last time you two were together, how he looked at you. How his fingers gently caressed the side of your face, the smile on his face as he declared his love to you, in the most perfect way possible.

“You’re the stars to my galaxy, without you there is no light” Crosshair smiled, “I mean it baar’ur’ika, you are my everything. If you’re not by my side, I wouldn’t even know what life is. I love you.”

Your trembling hand cupped his cheek as you smiled tears of joy, “I love you, my beautiful sniper.”

“I have a bad feeling about this next mission, just … just promise me, you’ll never stop loving me.” He pleaded as though his very life depended on your answer, he turned his head, kissing your palm, and holding it to his face.

“I promise. I’ll love you until I have no breath left in me. I may be the stars to your galaxy, but you’re the reason I even exist. Without you, I’d have no reason to live.”

“No you would, because you promised me all those months ago, you’d never stop living. So you’re not allowed to stop, even if I’m gone. I need you to keep going. For me.” He pressed another kiss to your palm, “Promise me?”

You simply nodded as you pulled him close, kissing his lips, “I promise. I promise to always love you and to never give up living.”

“I love you”

It was all that was said that night, as he held you so close. And now, he wouldn’t even dare to stand next to you, much less acknowledge your presence. You pulled yourself together, washed your face, and focused on the next soldier that needed you. 

As you moved to your next patient, you vowed you would find a way to bring Crosshair back to you. Someway or in some form, you’d find the Crosshair you knew and loved.

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[deutsche-bahn]

Sonntagsessen bei Großmuttern. Wir sitzen mit der extended family im holzvertäfelten Esszimmer des 1912er Bauernhauses. An der Wand hängen alte Urkunden von Viehzuchtschauen. Ich bin fünf und höre mir seit zwei Stunden Unterhaltungen über Dorftratsch an. Mein zweijähriger Bruder wurde ungefähr während des Hauptgangs (Braten, irgendwas kartoffeliges, und Gemüse (tm) ) in's Nebenzimmer abgeschoben, da er heulen musste. Jetzt sitzt er hinter den Kirschholztüren mit Milchglasfenstern und heult dort weiter. Die Stimmung ist hammer. Meine Mutter sitzt neben mir, probably rotating the concept of divorce in her mind. Meine Großmutter knallt schonmal den Nachtisch auf den Tisch, als hätte er ihr persönlich was getan. Herrencreme. Nichts für Kinder, daher kein Nachtisch für mich. Ich maße mir an zu fragen ob ich schon in's Auto darf um dort zu warten, der Vorschlag trifft auf allgemeine Ablehnung, ich darf stattdessen auf dem Sofa im Esszimmer sitzen.

Das Sofa.

Das Sofa ist mein persönlicher Albtraum. Dunkles, schnörkeliges Holz, Polster mit Blumenmuster. In der Mitte sind vielleicht 40cm Sitzfläche frei, der Rest ist voller Prozellanpuppen in Rüschenkleidern. Die dürfen wir nicht anfassen, aber manchmal, wenn wir beim Essen besonders gut so getan haben als wären wir nicht da, dürfen wir zwischen den Puppen sitzen. Ich möchte mich nicht auf Das Sofa setzen. Die Mundwinkel meiner Großmutter kriechen noch weiter in die Tiefe, insofern das überhaupt noch physisch möglich ist. Meine Mutter wirft mir einen eindringlichen Blick zu, der sich übersetzen lässt in "um des Familienfriedens willen, um dieser Ehe willen setzt du dich jetzt zu den Porzellanpuppen. Du Lump". Ich bleibe am Esstisch sitzen. Mein Bruder heult. Meine Mutter isst ihre Herrencreme in Rekordtempo, meine Großmutter sitzt wie immer am Tischende und tötet uns mit Blicken. Mein Vater lächelt verunsichert in die Runde, fragt, ob wir beim Abwasch helfen sollen. "Nein", antworten wir im Chor. Die Prozellanpuppen sitzen unbeirrt in der Ecke und starren mich vorwurfsvoll an.

[thylacines-toybox]

this is probably a moot question, so I apologize if I'm just making you repeat yourself... I was just curious if you potentially may have any thoughts/opinions on washing a Wee Bitty Small plush. I was attempting to give a gentle surface bath to a secondhand McDonalds Neopets(tm) plush, and it got very wet... when I squeezed out the water, it came out wayyy brown 🤢 I'm thinking that I should probably just restuff it, but since it's so little I'm concerned it could be damaging. Do you think one could risk repair work on a cheap little plush from the early aughts? Thanks for your time!

Imo it's probably a good idea to give the wee guy a few more washes! The good thing about being a tiny plush is that their insides can easily dry all the way through even after a full soaking. As a kid I used to take McDonald's and similar sized plushies in the bath all the time and they got through fine lol. So don't be afraid to get 'em good and soapy in the sink! Squeeze the water right in there, squeeze it out, rinse right through until it comes out non-soapy, and let them dry somewhere airy at least overnight.

(Hand washes should be fine, but if it's one of those plushies with kinda printed plastic face details I'd avoid the washing machine.)

Restuffing isn't a bad idea as well! Even if you manage to clean it thoroughly, a lot of washing can make the stuffing lumped together and shrunken. You should be able to restuff it the same as any other plush without harm! Just find the closing seam (a more obvious, wiggly bit of stitching, usually on the back or tummy) and snip it open, restuff, and ladder stitch it back up.

Even a cheap wee plushie is worth a bit of care and repairing if you like it!