#universal injector

[shiftingtribemaster]

(Old Art) in my first time drawing half of these characters, I made a movie poster!

[ellesimsworld]

Medical School Student Mod | Sims 4

Click HERE for Version 2 on my Patreon. Requirements:  EP01: Get to Work EP08: Discover University XML Injector by SCUMBUMBO

Have you ever wanted your Sims to go to medical school before entering the doctor career? Or maybe your Sim just wants to go to medical school for the hell of it! Well in my pursuit of adding more gameplay mods to my save for better storytelling, I created this medical school student career track! I made this career available for Teens-Adults.

Read more and download, click HERE.

elle.

[midnitetech]

SimU Online Degrees (Discover University Req.)

Edit: 13th April 2024. Due to popular demand, I've recreated my Skill Classes mod into a separate addon and remade this one as standalone. I've also added more buffs and some quality of life edits. Please make sure you delete the old version if you have it as the file names differ.

This brand new version includes more buffs, notifications and better graphics.

Study Groups for Enrolled Students (rabbithole- gives a social boost, degree progress boost and custom buffs and notifications. Your Sim will also make new friends)

SimU Student Chatroom for any Sim registered with SimU Online Degrees, or enrolled with UBrite or Foxbury University.

Custom Buffs

Custom Notifications

Custom Framed Degree (BA)

Graduation Portrait

Career boosts

Study online with no deadlines

MOD STATUS & SUPPORT

Please check support before reporting an issue.

Contact Me | Report Issue | Suggest Mod

Required: 💾 XML Injector 🎓Discover University EP 🔗Note: You can grab my Skill Classes mod here (new and improved , but it's not required)

PATREON (FREE)

[making-you-in-spore]

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TRANS RIGHTS!! TERFS GET THE FUCK OFF MY BLOG!!!!!!!

who are you?

i'm just a guy who likes spore [2008]

why do this?

i just really like spore and making creatures in spore. it helps me practice my creature creation abilities.

can you make my oc in spore?

as of right now i do not take requests. i generally find characters and creatures i want to make by them appearing on my dashboard. refer to the Request Beast.

what is in your icon?

captain thunderhide, my main spore space stage captain.

what is peeling?

peeling is when i remove all detail parts from a creature and show the bare sculpt underneath - anything that is not eyes, mouth, hands, feet, or limbs will be removed. it is a tradition around these parts

do you use mods?

i exclusively play this game with mods.

can i download the creatures you make?

only if the original creator of the design is okay with it and requests a png. please note that in order to successfully download the creatures, you will need to download every mod used to create them.

i will not always be able to say what mods i use to make something, so it's a gamble if you don't have all of the ones i use.

how do i mod spore/do advanced creature creation like you?

darkedgetv's FAQ is a very good resource to begin. i started there, and it's where i recommend you to start if you're interested in spore modding. it also contains many other mods i have not listed under the cut.

as much as i disagree with the process of using a discord server to contain vital information and resources, the davoonline spore modding community discord is also a good source of resources and mods that even i do not use.

what editor mods do you use?

a lot, so they'll be under the cut.

not mods, but highly recommended for enhanced playing experience

4GB patch - Tutorial - patches spore [and other 32bit programs] to be able to use 4gb of RAM. recommended if playing a highly modded copy, and makes the game more stable.

Reshade & ReSpore - post-processing injector & shader that alters the appearance of spore, giving it more detailed shading and vibrant colors. i use this for gameplay and screenshots. runs on GPU power, so excellent if you have a strong graphics card

HD graphics fix - this doesn't actually seem to work for my copy, but it alters the textures of base spore to be more high-quality.

mods that are absolute must-haves

these mods are ones that i use in almost every creation, and add a lot of QoL to the editors. if i forget a mod in a creature png i post, it will be one of these.

Dark injection - THE spore mod. it's likely a lot of other mods you'll download will mesh well with dark injection. you can turn off whatever you don't want to use through the installer.

Universal Property Enhancer - a library mod that many other mods require

The Smoother - a useful tool for building muscles and smoothing out your creatures' bodies

Enhanced Color Picker - a requirement for super detailed creations, enables hexcode color picking and color wheel selection beyond normal limits of spore

[UPE] Infinite Part Scaling - allows scaling of parts near-infinitely, beyond the limits of the original game

Project Skyncraft - adds new creature skinpaints

Unshackled - adds nodes and limbs for creating custom wings, heads, hands, etc. a little bit unstable, i mostly use this for wings.

Spore Stacker - allows stacking of any part

Subtle Rotations - reduces part rotation snapping

Advanced CE - adds building editor manipulators to the creature editor

Every Part Costs Nothing - self explanatory

Rotate Anything - lets you rotate anything, including feet and hands

Advanced Creature Paint - allows for individual coloring of parts on a creature, like in the building and vehicle editors

Ambient Occlusion Disabler - removes baked-on shadows for creatures

Delta Paints - adds new skinpaints

Valla's Skinpaint Switcheroo - adds duplicates of all vanilla, C&C, and GA creature coat and detail skinpaints into their opposite category

test drive related mods

these mods are not required to download the creatures i post, but are recommended for the test drive.

No More Creature Editor Animations - turns off the animations that play when you add eyes, mouth, feet/hands, etc

Sevan's TF2 editor animations - adds multiple animations from tf2 into the creature test drive.

Mx3's Dance Animations - adds a multitude of dance animations into the creature test drive.

Tenebris's Creature Test Drive Animations - adds many animations from within the game to the creature test drive.

EditorBG - adds extra editor backgrounds

Ramone Kemono's MMD Drag Ball - high-effort dance mod complete with special effects and a reverse engineered camera system

part mods

these mods add parts to the editors.

DroneParts 2017 - adds many mechanical and polygonal parts useful for machine creatures, i like to use it for building clothes and markings.

New Drone Parts - a sequel to droneparts 2017, compatible with the old version. install both at the same time if you want to be able to use creatures from the old droneparts mod.

Himeric Engine - adds horror-themed parts to the creature editor.

Spore Resurrection Next Steps - adds a few parts to the creature editor and several new textures to the building and vehicle editors.

Dinosaur Parts - adds parts based on dinosaurs and other animals. mostly heads.

Strange And Beautiful - a now-discontinued, reuploaded mod that adds unusual and unique parts to the creature editor

Bionicle parts - adds a few bionicle pieces to the creature editor

Little Box Of Horrors - adds many parts with an overall horror theme. some are animated.

Pandora's Toolbox [1.0] - adds a multitude of basic shapes and polygons to build with

Replicant - adds non-textured animating parts and non-animating parts in a separate tab. good for if you want to use hands, limbs, etc without them animating or adding stats

Armoured And Dangerous - adds a few high detail mechanical looking parts.

Delimbiter - increases the amount you can scale limb parts, and allows for more crazy movements of certain limb parts

Valla's Vanilla Style Parts - adds several parts which mimic the vanilla style

Wordsmith 2.1 - adds letters to the creature, building, and vehicle editors

Kaiju parts - adds several parts based on popular kaiju

Organic Help - adds many membrane pieces to the creature editor, for creating wing webbing among other things

Project: Mad Mannequins - adds many human body based parts. and a horse for some reason

A Mouth For All Seasons - adds alternate versions of all vanilla mouths [and all unused cell mouths] with alternate diets

Valla's Captain Badges - adds all space badge models into the captain outfitter and creature editor

Rock On! - adds rock props from spore into the building and creature editors

[bluejacketjax]

What's up, guys? I came to bring my Ben 10 redesign, which in the end ended up becoming an idea for an AU.

In this Alternate Universe, Ben finds the watch, which is now called Endotrix, around the age of 17/18. It is then attached to your hand using an injector device (The Omnitrix), which at the end of the process stops working. The objective of Endotrix is ​​to explore certain things that were not explored so much in the series, such as the use of artificial intelligence teaching the user about alien DNA samples, hand and voice commands, among other things, such as an approach more mature.

These are some sketches I made to demonstrate my idea. If you like, I can bring the redesign of the 10 aliens from the classic.

[littlemssam]

Mod Updates

As always delete old Mods Files and the localthumbcache when updating my Mods!

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Patch 1.96.365 Updates & optimizing of 144 Mods

Too many Mods have been updated to list them all here, so you will find all in a All in One File below.

Important Info:

I optimized a ton of Mods, to reduce number of scripts, and improve loading times. These Mods now require the XML Injector Mod to work. Make sure to download the current XML Injector on https://scumbumbomods.com/xml-injector. Some Mods still have unique Scripts, but most Mods are now Package only. It is very important that you delete old Mods Files instead of replacing them!

All Mods have been checked with Patch 1.96.365, so all Mods not in the zip file below, are still compatible. BUT i will need to approve some Mods later on for the Infants. These Updates will follow step by step!

Small Laundry Overhaul Update - Instead of seperated Addon Packages for the "No Auto Put in Hamper" Part, i added ingame Settings (Shift Click on any Hamper to find the Settings Menu). The Setting counts individually for each Lot. The default Setting is "Disallow Kids, Teens, Lazy, Slobs Only, except Neats". Added a new Setting for Allow All Sims.

More buyable Venues & Holiday Home: I removed the Venue List Files, and both now require Base's Universal Venue List! https://basementalcc.com/mods/universal-venue-list/

Maybe obsolete now with Patch 1.96.365. Please remove the following Mods, and test without them:

More Best Friends

Longer Sit in High Chair

Call to Meal Fix (Bug Fix)

Not tested yet, so remove for now: Wake Up Overhaul

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Don’t download these Updates if you have the Legacy Edition!

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Support Questions via Discord only please!

[maplebellsmods]

What is this mod?

The Standardized Test Mod opens up a lot of new interactions for your teens to delve more into their academics. Prepare your Sims for success as they gear up to take various tests, and measure their proficiency.

Features 

Sign up for Exam 

The SAK exam is exclusively for teenagers and aims to mirror a slice of high schoolers' lives. Standardized Exams are a significant aspect of student life, and I wanted to incorporate a bit of that into the game. Sims has various steps to get ready for the exam, but there are certain registration periods to follow. Additionally, students can acquire a SAK late registration ticket, albeit at a higher cost. 

Regular Registration  - from Sunday to Tuesday $150

Late Registration - Wednesday to Friday $190

(Exams are on Saturday)

Meet With Guidance Counsellor 

If your Sims face financial difficulties and can't afford a ticket, they can meet the guidance counselor to see if they're eligible for a fee waiver. If eligible, they can sign up using the regular option at no additional cost. However, if they're buying a late ticket, they'll have to pay the late fee.

Buy Test Prep 

Your Sim also has the option to purchase test prep books, which significantly aid in achieving higher scores. However, they're quite expensive. If your Sim has the means, it's highly recommended to invest in these prep books. They're a great way to enhance your score.

Use Free Online Tools 

If your sim cannot afford to pay for the books it's okay! They can also use the free online tools at their disposal. The free online tools though are less useful in helping your sim achieve a really high score. They still can, but you really need to invest your time in them.

Hire Tutor 

Your Sim can also hire a tutor, but it will come at a cost with varying fees. Tutors can provide valuable advice and guide your Sim through the studying process. They can either come over or meet at a designated location (rabbit hole). You can also hire as many tutors as you would like. 

Exam

When your Sims are ready for the exam, they can attend on a Saturday at 7 a.m. Make sure they're on time as the doors close at 8 a.m. The exam will last for 6 hours, and Sims will be dismissed afterward. Results will be released 24 hours later. Sims who get a really high score are usually admitted into university faster!

Scoring Structure  

The exam is scored out of 300 points, and Sims can improve their score by enhancing their logic and writing skills. Besides that, they should practice as much as possible. The more they practice and utilize the available tools, the higher their score will be.

You need:

XML Injector

BG Compatible

How to install the mod?

Electronic Arts/The Sims 4/Mods <--- Place the package here

Download Here

Public Nov 18th

[super-ion]

The Voyages of the Padua

Chapter 1

(next chapter)

The first thing she was aware of was the alarm.

She hated it.

The shrill piercing cacophony of it cut straight through the glass wall of the tank into her head.

Then came awareness of the cold.

She hated the cold even more then the alarm.

It was a horrible, terrible cold, a deathly cold. No living thing should ever have to experience this sort of cold.

Her very first impressions of the universe were that it was a harsh, discordant, uncomfortable place and she wished that she could just slip back into the oblivion of non-being.

Then came the injections. Sharp needles from the auto injector bit into her spine and began filling her central nervous system with a cocktail of chemicals that burned like wildfire.

She shifted uncomfortably in tight space as the chemicals seared her nerves, waking up her lizard brain and… oh…

Oh!

The most basic animal instincts inside her came awake.

Survive survive survive!

She was trapped.

She was trapped in a very small enclosed space.

It suddenly became critically important that she not be inside a cryo tank.

She needed to escape. She needed to breathe.

She pounded her fists against the glass and a moment later, some mechanism cracked and hissed. Then she was unceremoniously disgorged, landing painfully on her knees as cryo fluids sluiced through the grated floor.

She scrabbled to remove the breathing mask from her face, nails tearing skin painfully.

She needed to breath! She needed to…

Ah! Finally!

She flung the loosened mask aside and took her first breaths, the cold, sterile air slicing her throat like a knife.

She knelt there, alternately gulping the air and hacking and coughing.

Something… less than a memory, more than an instinct surfaced in her mind.

The most common side effect of extended cryosleep is disorientation. In the event of an emergency, you may find yourself confused in an unfamiliar location. It is vital that you remain calm and follow the direction of posted instructions if attendants are not present.

Remain calm and follow posted instructions. That seemed easy enough.

She rose shakily to her feet, attempted to take a step and tripped over the tangle of tubes and wires that were still attached to various ports on her body.

An image flashed in her mind. A screaming baby, still wet with amniotics, still tethered to its umbilical cord.

Against her will, a laugh bubbled out of her, high and hysterical. That was her, wasn't it? A new baby thrust violently into the universe.

The only difference was that she wasn't the one doing the screaming. The ship seemed perfectly intent on doing plenty of screaming for everyone.

A starship. That was right, she was on a starship en route to… somewhere.

Where…?

Who... who was she??

Did memory loss qualify as disorientation? She couldn't recall amnesia being on the list of statistically probable side effects of cryosleep. How exactly was she able to recall the statistically probable side effects of cryosleep, but not her own name?

The alarm kept on screaming and screaming and screaming.

It was an evacuation alarm.

That meant something, somewhere on the ship, had gone seriously to shit and she needed to move if she wanted to survive. She needed to get to an assembly area and receive further instructions.

Survive now, existential crisis later.

She tugged at the network of umbilicals, and immediately regretted it as several painfully held fast to her.

Shouldn't someone be here to help her? Weren't there supposed to be attendants for this sort of thing? She was alone when she really shouldn't be.

Also, she had ports cybernetically grafted onto her. Was that normal? Maybe, but it seemed like a lot, more cybernetic ports than a person ought to have.

As she struggled with the umbilicals, she looked up the row of cryo pods. A few were dark. A few were open and empty… they probably had been for a long time judging by the state of them, with no apparent condensation or residual moisture from the fluids.

Did they just leave her behind? Why would they do that? Had she done something to deserve being left behind?

She glanced behind her and froze. One pod, maybe half a dozen away from hers had also recently opened. Except the glass of the tank was cracked and the withered corpse on the floor clearly hadn't died recently.

Well, that wasn't good.

A wave of nausea swept through her at the sight of it and she heaved... only there was nothing in her stomach, just a taste of bile in the back of her throat.

Remain calm. Follow posted instructions. Survive.

Survive survive survive survive survive

At some point, the stims would wear off and she would crash. She would crash hard. She needed to get safe before that happened.

One final umbilical, connecting to her forearm, stubbornly refused to disengage.

She was running out of time.

She brought the tube to her mouth and bit down as hard as she could, cutting through the bitter material and releasing a splash of sickly sweet fluids on her tongue. She coughed and spat once more, but she was finally free.

Posted instructions. Where…?

Her eyes fell on the big red stripe along the wall and the placards with the large arrows and the pictograms for “decontamination” and “lockers”.

No time for decontamination.

She was naked. Of course she was, why wouldn't she be naked in a cryo pod.

And he said, Who told thee that thou wast naked? Hast thou eaten of the tree, whereof I commanded thee that thou shouldest not eat?

“What the fuck?” she croaked hoarsely.

Who the hell was she that her subconscious was quoting scripture at a time like this?

A moment later, her brain processed the sound of her own voice. Something deep inside her stirred, some deep hurt that had scarred over.

Heart pounding, she looked down, taking inventory of her body.

The good news was that it was, in fact, her body. On the whole, it was familiar on some deep fundamental level that even her addled brain understood.

The bad news was... that it was her body. It was hers, but parts of it were… wrong. They always had been. The wrong DNA instructions directed creation of the wrong configuration, the wrong hormonal balance. Somebody, presumably whoever she had been before she went to sleep, had taken great effort to fix what they could, but there were aspects of it that would never be quite right.

“Okay,” she said, testing out her voice at a slightly higher register, “okay, looks like… uh… so there's a lot to unpack there… but one problem at a time, okay?”

The most pressing concern at the moment (aside from the incessant wailing of the alarms declaring her imminent demise) was clothing. She was already shivering and trembling in the chill air. Getting to safety would be useless if she succumbed to hypothermia.

She staggered in the direction of the lockers. Another mental image, a nature documentary, a baby gazelle only a few moments old tottering to its feet.

“It would be nice if these random ass memories contained useful information,” she muttered.

She reached out a steadying hand to the wall, letting the red stripe guide her to the locker room.

“Cryostasis Bay 3” the signage read in four languages. She was apparently fluent in two and passingly familiar in a third… interesting.

Twenty-some pods in bay 3. Extrapolating, that meant at least sixty crew and/or passengers. Likely more, it seemed wrong somehow that there would be an odd number of cryo bays. So where was everyone?

The locker room itself was sizeable, several rows with a constellation of red and green lights that she assumed indicated their locked or unlocked status.

A tremor started beneath her feet, subtle at first, but it rose to a dull distant rumble before subsiding once more.

“Oh… that's not good.”

A ship like this, a ship this size, shouldn't vibrate like that.

What sort of ship was this then? And what was it to her? Was it home? Or was it just a place between here and there?

The questions were piling up faster than she cared for them to.

She hoped that a place that was supposed to be a home would feel more familiar.

The errant thought left a painful ache in her chest.

“You didn't know where home was either, did you?”

The ghost of whoever she had been didn't reply.

She shook her head and stepped toward the location where the red lines converged. The office labeled “reception” in those same four languages was dark, no surprise there, but there was some manner of self service kiosk immediately adjacent.

How would she…?

She glanced at her inner wrist, where a barcode was tattooed on her skin. Okay, that was potentially useful.

Right above the barcode was another tattoo. A cluster of snow drops.

Galanthus. First flower to bloom in the spring.

Somewhat less useful than the barcode. Significantly more opaque in its significance.

And… of course the screen on the kiosk was black. She held her wrist vainly up to the scanner port, then came the pleading, then the smacking of the screen and the side of the kiosk. Nothing.

“Shit,” she said, fighting back a frustrated sob. It was just her luck that the one stupid machine that could potentially provide a clue about her identity was out of service.

Might as well start opening lockers at random and hope for the best.

She wrenched open the nearest greenlit locker.

Nothing.

She shoved back mounting panic and tried the next.

Eureka!

This locker contained a shrink wrapped packet of unisex undergarments, two hanging coveralls, and a pair of halfway decent looking boots.

Now she was getting somewhere.

The coveralls were plain, simply adorned, and well made, the exact kind of thing one would expect on a long haul freighter. No rank insignia, so clearly not military. Civilian? Corporate? This ship didn't seem corporate.

She grabbed one of the coveralls and yanked it out for a closer examination. The space above one breast bore a circular parts patch: a downward curving crescent, probably meant to be the horizon of a planet, a single four pointed star, and the text “Eosphorus”.

Eosphorus. Dawn Bringer. Morning Star.

The name didn't evoke anything within her beyond vague notions of etymology and mythology.

The other breast bore a smaller patch: a simple rectangle with “Cassidy” embroidered on it.

A name? There were no accompanying initials, so probably a surname, but it held even less relevance than Eosphorus had.

A bit of color caught her eye, a tiny splash of green against the sterile backdrop of the rest of the locker room. Posted to the inside of the door was a photograph of a man and a woman posed in front of a majestic vista. Yosemite. Half dome.

She didn't recognize either of their faces. There wasn't even any clear indication which one was Cassidy.

Nor did either of them resemble the bedraggled face that peered out of the tiny mirror just above the photograph.

Gods above and below, she was a mess. Her dark red hair was wet and tangled. Her cheeks were sunken and scratched from her fight with the breathing mask. Dark circles bordered eyes that seemed… tired? Sad?

She shook her head once more and tore open one of the packets. The undergarments fit well enough (though the tank top was a bit tight in a way that made her slightly giddy). The coverall was sized generically and she gave silent thanks to Cassidy, whoever he or she or they or whatever were, for being built similarly to her.

The boots, however, were another matter. Two sizes too small was going to get her nowhere fast and she couldn't very well go barefoot.

It was another ten lockers before she found a pair that actually fit. Along the way, she had managed to collect: seventeen photos (none of them her), four necklaces, a wedding ring (too big), three religious icons (all from unrelated denominations), five pocket sized books (two religious texts, two fantasy novels, one introductory text on the history of mathematics) and a teddy bear.

As she hurried to lace the boots, she stared at the bear, slightly baffled. Everything else was shoved away in one pocket or another on her person.

Why exactly had she collected everything? Wouldn't it have been more practical to leave it all behind? None of these things meant anything to her? Should they have? Who were the people that they belonged to? Were they crewmates or fellow passengers? Friends?

What if she took all these things and their owners came back looking for them? Would they hate her for taking them?

But then why had all these things been left behind in the first place?

What if they never came back at all and the ship exploded and she was haunted forever by the knowledge that she abandoned the only physical evidence that any these people had ever lived at all?

She looked up at the rows and rows of green lights that she hadn't checked yet.

The ship rumbled again, louder this time, and the lights flickered ominously.

Right. Imminent death.

She would save what she could.

She grabbed the teddy bear and shoved it into a generic duffle bag emblazoned with the Eosphorus mission patch along with the second Cassidy coverall and two more packets of the undergarments, and ran towards the far end of the locker room.

Her legs were steadier now, her stride stronger and more purposeful. But her left hand was experiencing the beginnings of a tremor, an early warning for the inevitable chemical crash.

How much time did she have?

The stripe was blue this time, with logograms for the assembly area. She hoped to all the gods and spirits that further instructions in some form or another would be waiting for her there.

[utopya-cc]

(Preview) Valentine Update | Passionate Gifts 0.2

For The Full Mod Description, Click Here:

0.2 Update :

Hi everyone! I hope you are all doing well! And I hope you had a great time with this new year. 

Now, let's jump into the Update! This is Valentine's Update; I have really rushed it to get ready on time for Valentine's Day. I hope that you will like it 🥰 : 

I am really excited to share this update with you. It's a small idea, but I think it will suit the game and the Valentine's vibe. 

When we use the in-game (give a romantic gift) interaction. Your sim will receive back a flower gift with a message. I do really like this feature as the idea of it is something so common in real life. 

Flowers with love cards are the most universal gifts to consider giving to your loved ones. But I didn't like how they implemented it in the game, as there is no animation for the love card, and the Flower is just a plain rose; it should usually be a bouquet. The in-game animation is cute but doesn't feel like an intimate/romantic interaction.

So I have made my own. This isn't an override. This a new interaction that you can find on the Passionate Gifts pie menu, 

You will find a new pie menu called Passionate Gifts on the romantic menu. The new interaction will be there:

The interaction will cost your sims some Simoleons, and the price will depend on the type of each gift.

The New Gift:

Love letter Bouquet - $50 Simoleons

Features Of the Mods:

New highly detailed animation with their own sounds

A new pie menu for the new interactions

New icons for each Gift that will suit their own animation

Each interaction has its own buffs for both the gifter and the receiver.

Notification to showcase the love letter after each gift given,

Realistic animations for each object

Possible outcomes:

Your sim will also get a Flirty moodlet with some different buffs. For each role in the animations:

And, of course, a Love Letter. Your sim will receive a notification that will contain the Love letter. All the messages are different from the in-game ones. They are all custom-made. Let me know if you have any other ones, and I may add them in future updates!

The interactions are more intimate than the in-game ones, so your sims have to at least have their first kiss. and have more than 20% of romance or the pie menu won't show up

I think this mod will be a great addition to the game, especially storytelling-wise,

Known Bugs

Everything seems to be working well so far. I haven't encountered any bugs, but please report any you may encounter.

This mod is BG-compatible.

The mod will be enhanced further in the future with New Gifts and Animations!!!

The interactions shouldn't be played autonomously,

It's better to wait until the animation is finished and the queue is clear before playing another one.

Requirement :

This mod needs the XML injector by Scumbumbo. You can download it here: https://scumbumbomods.com/xml-injector

How to install :

Just put both my mod and the XML injector script into your Sims 4 Mods folder.

Delete The older version. Leave just the Updated one.

DOWNLOAD: 

[jtownholla]

Please find links to all my mods here, I will try to update weekly with any changes/updates. As always, please go direct to the modder or check Deaderpool's discord for any urgent mod updates. cas

more cas columns

ea eyelash remover

toddler eyelash remover

stand still in cas

default teeth

gallery poses

more gallery poses

couples gallery pose

pink cas background

more cas traits

lifestyle traits

zodiac signs mod

no makeup & accessories on randomized sims

reshade

overrides

pink UI

better seasonal changes

remove purchase cart button

map replacements

better exceptions

no fade on objects

gameplay mc command center

ui cheats

relationship & pregnancy overhaul

xml injector

everyone sleep together

pregnancy overhaul

party anywhere

simsrealist banking

private practice

mortem

home and land company

real estate market reimagined

run when bursting to pee

no autonomous clay molding

childbirth mod

pet care activities

family therapy

no swipe cooldown

better blackmail payouts

after school activities

dynamic teen life

towel after shower

morning routine

alchemy overhaul

child star career

royal family mod

reality tv

children can die of anything

less vampire thirst

bloody vampire bites

vampire bloodlines

earn as you learn apprenticeships

infant & toddler medical care

music festival

psycho ex trait

in-depth emotions

dine out reloaded

take shoes off to nap

short university degrees

functional bathroom clutter

functional perfume

mature gameplay

wicked whims

basemental drugs

basemental gangs

aep webcam model

simda dating app

nisa's wicked perversions

stripper career

onlysims

sugar life

bouncing boobies

pole dance

brawling

sacrificial extreme violence

nights of terror

zombie apocalypse

life's tragedies

end of the world

road to fame

life's drama

sim torments

possessed child

torture and chaos

♥️

enjoy!

[nataliawrites]

Hi 👋 love your writing so much❤️❤️

I am currently having an allergic reactions. Nothing super serious but having rashes on your face that itch like crazy still sucks😅

Could you maybe write something about Charles reacting to his partner having an allergic reaction?❤️

Breathless // Charles Leclerc

Tree nuts were the bane of your existence. It’s fair to say that after a seemingly innocent cookie sent you into anaphylactic shock as a toddler, you developed a certain hatred for the allergen that somehow always appeared in food that it had no business being in.

The allergy followed you into adulthood and so did the long-standing tradition of reading every single ingredient label while grocery shopping and asking to speak to the chef about your dietary restrictions while out to eat.

Thankfully, your boyfriend of two years was more than understanding. He was a professional athlete himself and was no stranger to being careful about what you put in your body. Charles even had a list of tried and true snacks around the paddock memorized and would bring you something to nibble on every race day while he went through his routine.

Today he pulled you away from a conversation with some young engineers to hand you a cappuccino and some biscotti from Ferrari hospitality, “the usual for mon amour.”

“Thank you, my darling.” You lean up to press a gentle kiss to his lips and pull away laughing as your stomach growls, “perfect timing.”

You take a bite of a biscotto, “this tastes different. Did they change the flavor?”

“They had it noted as the same lemon biscotti I always get you so I don’t think so.”

But as you continued to chew, you knew something was wrong. Your throat felt tight and tongue felt swollen. Blood rushed in your ears as the garage around you turned blurry.

Charles knew the signs, “love? What’s wrong?”

You tried to say something but your airway had quickly become too constricted to speak so you desperately gestured at your throat as you continued taking small, wheezing breaths.

He rushed to sit you in the closest chair he could find and begged whatever staff was nearby to keep an eye on you, “I have epinephrine in my driver’s room. I’ll be right back, I promise. Just stay calm. And someone please call the medic.”

He must have ran there and back because he returned not even two minutes later with the familiar auto-injector and knelt in front of you before lifting your dress and jabbing the needle into your thigh with practiced motions.

The effect was almost instant as you finally gulped in much needed air.

Charles took both of your hands in his and squeezed. It felt like a lifeline — for both you and him — as you were reminded just how rapid and dangerous allergic reactions could be.

“I’m so sorry. I should’ve checked to make sure they didn’t change the recipe. It’s all my fault. If I wasn’t so complacent-”

You stopped him, your voice hoarse. “Don’t you dare blame yourself. These things happen especially when food isn’t prepackaged. What matters is that you had epinephrine and knew what to do. You saved me, Charles.”

“I’ve kept some in my driver’s room since you first started coming to races. Just in case. I wish I didn’t have to use it because of something I gave you,” he looked up at you, eyes earnest.

In that moment, you sent a little prayer of thanks to the universe at large for giving you this incredible man.

When the ambulance came shortly after, he insisted on going with you to get all the necessary checks done even if it meant he would possibly miss the race and you found yourself falling even more in love than you ever thought possible.

[partnersincrimesuau]

PARTNERS IN CRIME - Stevinel SU Fan Comic Chapter 3: Tools for Trade Page No. 10

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The goober likes to be complimented :DDD

The Injector lands in the secluded spot beneath the cliffs, and finally, Spinel begins her first mission!!! Before she heads off she gives Steven one final reminder on how to kill gems to make sure he’s prepared in case the need arises. I’m sure it won’t tho!!!

(Also yes, I'm still alive. I dearly apologise, but I can't guarantee there will be another page next Friday either. I'm just not finishing these pages fast enough and I'm so busy with everything else at the moment. I'll do my best, for you guys. Thanks for reading <333)

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[diino8081]

posting this unfinished wip of a ninjago x steven universe infection type comic i made back in around april

no idea if i'll finish it but i was scrolling through ibispaint and decided why not post

(ignore the fuckass car from page 2 lmao i have no idea how cars work anymore and to draw them is the bane of my existance)

the basic concept was that the diamonds were experimenting with a new technology to create gems; they created a species of gem that i called a gembug, but the name probably won't be official.

the gembugs were sent down through injectors and essentially what they do is they come in contact with something living, fusing with it and turning it into a gem

this happens to zane first and his gem replaces his power core. he is still titanium

for the others' gem types they are as follows:

nya is aquamarine

lloyd is malachite

pixal is moonstone

cole is a black sapphire but he also has some orange on him (the pattern is similar to the uncorrupted gems like jasper)

kai is unakite

jay is sodalite

wu is onyx

garmadon is black charoite

skylor is amber because of course

harumi is jade

dareth is boulder opal

(loosely written but becomes more structured near the end)

as for how the story plays out, this is set just before seabound. after zane gets hit by the bug, kai calls the team to warn them to stay away from the injectors. nya answers the call, asking if zane's alright. lloyd says to regroup at base. cole and jay don't pick up.

he and zane return to the monastery. kai has to keep away from physical contact as it's likely infectious (not sure for certain but something along those lines. maybe it's akin to a beacon, you touch an infected and it summons a horde of gembugs)

as for the reason why jay and cole didn't pick up, they were investigating an injector that was too far out for comms. cole ends up infected first and then makes contact with jay, infecting him too. they end up sending pixal closer to their location and in range of comms. she tells them to return to the monastery and look out for the injectors.

when everyone's returned, zane is not doing good. cole and jay seem slightly worse too. i think they put zane in a different room since he's further down the infection, just one of their villain holding cells. pixal is running scans on all of them. while she does this, jay accidentally bumps into nya. nya brushes it off, she'll be fiiiiine.

cole and jay get similarly put into holding cells, pixal investigates further. there isn't really anything obvious except she's detecting faint remnants of gemstones in each of them. as if their flesh is turning into rocks. she doesn't detect anything in zane as he's made out of the same element as his gem

while this happens, lloyd sends out a message to the commissioner to keep people away from the injectors and to isolate if infected, avoiding contact with others.

suddenly zane poofs and the gang freak out. the gem is bubbled and disappears. (the diamonds are about to infodump to patient 0 and the others will likely join them up there soon)

cole poofs now too and jay is panicking. there is a tic tic tic sound as they spot one of the gembugs just kinda standing there.

then all hell breaks loose. there's like a hundred of them that burst through one of the doors. jay stays behind to delay them, insisting he'll be ok as he's already infected anyways. he does hold them off but eventually ends up poofing too.

the 4 (pix, kai, nya and lloyd) run to their escape, using the land bounty to drive away from the monastery. they drive past the city but see people getting infected in droves. they pick up a few survivors along the way.

they drive off to the sea of sands to try to get to the junkyard. the bugs are quite far away. nya feels guilty and admits she may be what's luring the gembugs to them, due to making contact with jay before and not telling anybody.

they all say their goodbyes (contactless of course) and nya leaves the land bounty, the group driving away as she walks closer to the bugs scampering about in the far distance.

a walk. a jog. a sprint. nya summons water around her, forming into a giant tornado of spinjitzu. the gembugs being tossed around in a final blow from the elemental master of water. the tornado carries itself into a completely different direction than the junkyard or the city.

the team see it move over the horizon before it disappears.

they eventually arrive to the junkyard, setting up a camp. ed and edna are uninfected and happy to help. they are sure this spot is safe due to nobody else being infected and it being too far out for the bugs to find any time soon.

meanwhile at homeworld:

zane wakes up confused, looking around him to see 3 giant colour-coded women along with 3 smaller people too. they each have a gem somewhere on their body which is interesting. "oh look, it's a titanium! those are rare" says the blue one

the yellow one looks uninterested but watches anyways. the white one smiles before speaking.

she essentially just infodumps this whole operation they have going here and how the gems work. blue notices psychically that 2 more of them have turned into gems, teleporting them with a bubble. patients 0, 1 and 2. the first 3 to become infected.

they take a little while to form, cole coming out first, followed by jay. both are shocked by their new appearances and how they each only have 1 eye. cole having a large one in the middle of his face while jay has one of them replaced by his gem, similar to an eyepatch.

"a black sapphire and a sodalite! welcome welcome!"

"is that sapphire off colour?" yellow whispers

cole puts a hand on zane's shoulder. "zane! what the fuc-"

he covers his mouth with a hand. "excuse us for a minute"

zane turns them both around and pulls jay out of his space fanboying and into the conversation as well. "don't freak out, but i believe these three entities are equivalent to the first spinjitzu master. the species is some kind of sentient gemstone? these three are diamonds. they were the ones to send down the injectors. as an 'experiment'"

"experiment?" jay questions. "is that why i'm blue? why cole has one eye?"

"i believe so. they were trying to figure out how to create more of their species organically."

"well i'd say it sure worked." cole sighs. "i miss having depth perception already."

and then from that point i'm not really sure what happens

i guess gems and ninjago inhabitants coexist? i mean yes, the new gems will be kinda annoyed about losing their old forms but the gem forms are definitely stronger and more durable.

since the diamonds rule over all gems there would definitely be some independence battles since they were turned unwillingly. a trial maybe

those from ninjago would win the trial and be able to live regularly (albeit with new gem forms and gem tech)

i think earth and the crystal gems would help out too and then era 3 would begin

yeah that would work

ok thanks for reading feel free to add to this

[terys-aus]

Steven Universe x Danny Phantom Crossover

Dannys parents instead of hunting ghosts are studying otherworldly technology. They find a kindergarten and dismantle an injector. They also try to study the warp pads.

Not entirely sure how it’ll work yet, but the thought is is that they make a machine and Danny accidentally turns it on, and it was similar if not nearly the same as an injector. But instead of injecting deep into the earth, it hits Dannys flesh and it kills him/revives him. And he has a gem now.

He’ll still be a sort of halfa like Steven, and taking into account how beat up Steven is when the gem is taken from him, I don’t think either of them would survive long without their gems.

I chose turquoise for his gem because it is green like ectoplasm and it has some symbolism for death in both Egyptian and some native cultures. So it seemed appropriate.

If he were to go to homeworld he’s techinically be in blue diamonds court. Though there isn’t a turquoise gem there. So I’m thinking that he’s the only one. I’m not sure what his role in gem society would be but turquoise also has symbolism or protection. So maybe he’d be like ruby as a fighter/bodyguard.

The only weapon I’ve seen with a hand gem is a glove so that’s what i gave him. It also suits his fighting style of just hitting people

[alexthefly]

Did I miss the relevant prompt earlier in the week? Maybe. Shhhh...

In honour of FishTank Week, and particularly the prompt 💛"We're a team, always"💚 please enjoy this reblog.

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Green Wool and Sunshine

What is that?!”

“What is what?” asked Virgil through a mouthful of cinnamon roll.

“That! That…thing you’re wearing!”

Gordon sat up slowly from the sofa, his face fixed in equal parts grin and grimace as he pointed with his good hand.

Virgil looked down at himself and surreptitiously brushed a few crumbs off his sweater. “What’s wrong with it?” he asked.

“Dude, it’s hideous,” said Gordon, eyeing the offending garment critically.

Virgil looked again. True, it wasn't in the best shape. Pale green wool, striped with white and yellow, and all of it faded and bobbled to within an inch of its life. One shoulder had a loose seam so that it looked almost as if the wool were melting. And at the centre of it all, the distinctive shape of Thunderbird Two rendered clumsily in darker green.

"Where did you get it?”

“Grandma made it for me one Christmas. You remember that vintage knitting machine Dad got her that one year?”

God, it had made a racket, like someone flicking a giant comb over and over again. Thank goodness she’d finally lost interest in that particular hobby, although in hindsight Virgil wondered if her subsequent rediscovery of her old cooking books might have been too high a price to pay.

“Anyway, I just found it the other day in the back of the closet.”

Gordon’s mouth twisted to one side. “...Any chance you could lose it back there again?”

A deep grumble. Okay, so she might not be the best at the domestic arts, but she was still their grandma and he loved that she tried. Virgil had actually thought the sweater was pretty good, in a homespun, one-sleeve-slightly-longer-than-the-other sort of way; his girl’s big, friendly turtle-face was unmistakable, and Grandma had even included a little dark-haired figure in blue and green waving out of one of her windows.

“Lay off. It’s comfortable. Anyway, I didn’t see you criticising when she made you that yellow submarine one you wore down to scraps.”

Gordon rolled his eyes. “First of all, I was a lot younger then and not so refined.”

Virgil snorted.

“Secondly, yellow is infinitely better than green. And thirdly, I can carry that sort of thing off. You…” - he wafted his hand up and down at his brother in the manner of a bitchy ballroom dancing judge - “...unfortunately, cannot.”

Virgil grunted and took another bite of his roll.

“Really? Mr ‘Hawaiian Shirts and Sandals Go With Everything’ is criticising my fashion choices?”

“They totally do go with everything! They’re a completely universal outfit; the quintessential capsule wardrobe.”

He puffed out his chest to show off today’s offering, complete with large ketchup stain down the front.

“Anyway, why are you even wearing a sweater when it’s 80 degrees outside? I know you tend towards layers, tropical climate be damned, but this is a bit much even for you.”

“I was down in the hangars,” Virgil shrugged. “It was cold.”

“You doing some maintenance?” His little brother’s face lit up.

“Two’s left air intake’s doing that rattling thing again; I thought I’d give her an overhaul,” he said, brain shifting seamlessly into engineer mode, “And her injectors need a spruce up. Thought perhaps I’d have a play with that new neo-PEM cell Brains has been going on about.”

“D’you want some help?”

The enthusiasm in his voice was unmistakable, and cut deep.

Virgil bit his lip. “Aww, I don’t think so, Fish. You need to rest.”

“I could rest down there? I promise, I’ll just sit and watch you."

The desperation in his brother’s puppy dog eyes felt like knives in Virgil’s chest.These last few weeks since the Marindata Ventfields had been hard on them all. Even now, with Gordy finally home from the hospital, Virgil still woke almost nightly with the sound of that emergency signal echoing in his ears, the silence of his brother’s comms stretching out in his mind until…

No, don’t think about that. He’s home. He’s safe.

But obviously Gordon had been hit the hardest. His ‘bird was a total loss, his body not much better, and he still had months of rehab ahead, bringing with it all the oh-so-unwelcome memories he’d worked so hard to bury. Regular visits from Penny had helped, and their sunshine boy was trying hard, but it was like the clouds had gathered, dimming that indefinable brightness that made him…him.

Virgil wished beyond wish that he could indulge his little brother if it would make him happy. But…

“I’m sorry Squid, Grandma’s orders. There’s just too many hazards down there. Fumes and stairs and things to trip over… I wouldn’t be able to watch out for you properly.”

Gordon sagged, and Virgil felt his heart clench painfully.

“But hey, how about I leave the maintenance and come sit up here with you instead? We could watch an episode of Buddy and Ellie?”

Anything to bring back the sun.

A shake of the head, eyes fixed downwards. “Nah, seen ‘em all.” Gordon looked up and smiled again; this time it didn’t reach his eyes. “Anyway, you don’t want to be stuck up here. Not when there’s oil and grime to play about in. Better watch you don’t get that sweater dirty though, or Grandma might knit you another one.”

Virgil opened his mouth to speak, but his little brother cut him off.

“Stop worrying Virg. S’no biggie. I’m fine, see?” He shrugged. “I’ll just see you when you’re done.”

He lay back down on the sofa carefully, looking so much smaller than he had a moment ago.

“Actually, I’m getting a little tired now. You just go do what you gotta do - I’m gonna take a nap right here.”

And with that he closed his eyes; conversation over.

Virgil lingered for a moment, scouring his brain for something to say but coming up blank. Inside his heart burned with guilt and impotence: his little brother was hurting, and he couldn’t do anything to fix it. All he’d done was make things worse.

Perhaps he should go.

“Okay then. Take it easy, alright?”

“Yup."

“There’s cinnamon rolls in the kitchen if you get hungry.”

“Mm-hmm.”

Thus dismissed, he turned and made his way towards the elevator, mind no longer on his ‘bird but instead on her grounded, miserable co-pilot.

Oh Gordy. It will get better; I promise.

………..

As the sound of the elevator faded away Gordon opened one eye a crack to check the coast was clear. Then he slowly, painfully hauled himself up, intent on getting to the residential levels. No doubt his big marshmallow of a brother would be on the comms right now, asking someone - probably Scott - to come down and check on him, and there was no way he was hanging around for that.

Even if his body hated him for moving.

The journey from the sofa to his room used to take less than two minutes. Today it took him seven minutes twenty. What was worse was that objectively he should be pleased. Sub-eight minutes was actually an improvement on a week ago.

Goddammit.

Finally, he was able to close the bedroom door behind him and collapse onto his bed, aching and miserable.

This sucked.

He was lucky to be alive; he knew that. A few weeks ago he’d been lying at the bottom of the ocean with half a volcano on top of him. Now, because of his brothers, Penny and Parker, he was back in the bosom of his family, healing, getting stronger, gradually shaving the seconds off his bedroom run.

He should be grateful. He’d been through far worse, for God’s sake.

So why?

Why wasn’t he able to shake this off?

Why was it that whenever he tried to see the positive, all he could see was just how freakin’ useless he was?

He didn’t dare say that out loud, of course. His family would absolutely kick his ass if they heard him say something like that. Penny too. (Boy, would she!) He could hear them now, telling him to give himself a chance, these things take time, blah blah blah… Hell, he even tried saying that stuff to himself sometimes, like he would if it were one of his brothers in this position instead of him.

If only any of it actually worked.

Because no matter how much he tried to reason his way out of this funk he was in, it didn’t help, because this feeling wasn’t logical. It couldn’t be reasoned with.

It whispered to him in the dark.

You’ve let them all down.

Look at the slack they’re having to pick up.

Look how much they’re worrying.

Worse.

They don’t need you back.

They’re fine without you.

Every time his brothers went off on a mission without him, it hurt. Whenever someone else took his place co-piloting for Virgil - even Penny, who was only doing it for his sake - he felt cold inside. And when Scott had been the one to take his new Thunderbird Four out for her maiden voyage? The mission to recover the Zero X capsule, no less; the thing that had kicked off Operation Bring Dad Home? Well, he’d just wanted to curl up right there on that sofa and never move again.

The unfairness.

The guilt.

The fear.

He would never wish what had happened on any of his family in a million years. But at the same time, why was it always him that got hurt?

Perhaps he really was just useless.

Sad, exhausted, hurting in more ways than he knew how to handle, he turned his face to the pillow and let the tears come.

…………

The thing about uber-strength pain meds is that they can make a guy fall asleep in the middle of the afternoon and not wake up until the early hours.

He registered the dim not-quite dark as the world slowly came back to him.

Someone had drawn the covers over him at some point during the night, tucking them around him like he was a child, and didn’t that just sum up everything? Take a nap, take your meds, and maybe if you’re a good boy you’ll get a lollipop(!)

He shifted slightly and his hip complained. Gingerly he rolled over, tackling the manoeuvre in sections, trying to get comfortable. He was just settling again when something caught his eye on the chair by his bed.

A large package wrapped neatly in yellow paper.

Twisting carefully he reached out with his good arm and pulled the chair towards him. In the soft glow of pre-dawn, he recognised the paper as the same kind he’d had for his last birthday: bright yellow with blue seahorses and glittery bubbles. Scott had complained about the glitter getting all over his shirt, and they’d all spent the next hour randomly shaking the paper over each other’s heads until they’d sparkled like they were in a Las Vegas show.

He smiled at the memory and gradually pulled himself up until he was sitting, blanket wrapped around him in the cool, almost-morning air.

Holding the package on his lap, he delicately pulled it open at the seams, revealing unmistakable green wool underneath.

What the-?

In with the sweater there was a card written in Virgil’s big, swooping hand:

Seeing as you’re the only one who could pull it off anyway, you should have this, at least until you can make it back aboard the real thing.

She isn’t the same without you. V.

He read the card two more times, breath hitching on the last sentence each time, then he gently unfurled the sweater out in front of him to take a closer look at the design, now that it was technically his.

It took a few moments for him to notice it.

Something was different.

He squinted.

There, in the window of Thunderbird Two’s cockpit, carefully embroidered next to the tiny waving figure of Virgil, a second, blond-haired figure waved out at him in shades of blue and yellow wool.

How...?

...Virgil.

For a moment, he swore he could see the little co-pilot grinning. Or was that just his suddenly-blurred vision playing tricks?

He wiped his eyes and, discarding his blanket, pulled the sweater over his head. He couldn’t get his bad arm through the sleeve, so instead opted to keep it against his chest, nestled between the soft wool and his own thrumming heart.

Despite the way it looked, Virg had been right: the sweater was comfortable. So comfortable. Softened by repeated washing, with a clean smell of detergent and just a hint of Virgil’s cologne - sandalwood and bergamot, mellow and comforting - wearing it was like wearing a hug; warm and reassuring and just so snuggly.

Full of love.

Wrapping his good arm around himself and breathing in the calming, cozy scent, he picked his way carefully over to the window and opened the blinds. Dawn was just beginning to break over the horizon, painting the sky a hundred different shades of pink and purple and orange. As he watched, the sun slowly poked its head out over the gentle waves of his beloved ocean, bathing him in the warmth of its early morning glow.

It was going to be a beautiful day.