#whether or not the llama is who you think he is

[ghettogirly]

headcanons for armando where his gf is like the total opposite of him? super bubbly, outgoing, friendly 😭 like grumpy x sunshine

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𝐀𝐑𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐎 𝐀𝐑𝐄𝐓𝐀𝐒 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍!

𝐏𝐨𝐥𝐚𝐫 𝐨𝐩𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐬! <𝟑

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𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆: 𝐀𝐑𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐎 𝐀𝐑𝐄𝐓𝐀𝐒 𝐗 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑

-> theme: grumpy x sunshine w/ drabble

-> warnings: slight mention of childhood issues?

-> authors note: woiiiii, this is a good request! hope you enjoy!!

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-> you both have COMPLETELY different personalities.

-> armando is not a man of many words, only speaking when it’s necessary, preferring silence.

-> he never openly interacted with people unless he needed to.

-> so when people found out that your boyfriend was THE Armando Aretas, it was fair to say that they were confused.

-> i think you both were even confused with how this happened because how do two completely opposite people, cross paths?

-> you knew of his father because he is THE mike lowery, a respectable police officer in the force.

-> however, you was just a silly assistant, so when you delivered coffee to the team during their group meeting, you caught his eye.

-> you had this doll look to you, like you’re too precious to touch. which was definitely the opposite of his look.

-> and ever since then, he always looked out for you.

-> whether it was helping you do your errands around the office or dropping you home once he saw you walking down the street one day.

-> so when people found out about your dynamic with each other, they were SHOCKED.

-> even mike had a “what the fuck” type look on his face.

-> you was so friendly, always talking to people with big balls of energy. always being the one who saw the good in people, sometimes a bit naive but a positive person nevertheless.

-> he was the grump and you was the ray of sunshine.

-> it never would’ve been foreseeable for Armando to even have the patience to deal with someone like you, but, he did.

-> people judged you even for talking, let alone, dating the man.

-> everyone saw him as the mean, cold hearted, ruthless killer. but you was different, you saw him completely different.

-> to you, he was your sweetheart.

-> he hated that nickname. he never understood why she used it. thinking it was childish.

-> until one day, armando and you was lying down im their shared bed, your hands running through his hair as he hummed in pleasure.

-> “¿Por qué siempre me llamas cariño?”

-> The girl paused for a moment, before parting her lips and replying, “you’ve been through so much and besides all of that you still have a soft spot for people, wanting that little boy inside to be loved and have a stable family.”

-> that stuck with him.

-> she became the light in that dark world he was once in, always counting on her to bring him up whenever he felt himself going back down that dark path.

-> “soy yo y tú contra el mundo, mi amor.”

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[🕷️] 𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐒𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒

“soy yo y tú contra el mundo, mi amor.”: It’s me and you against the world, my love.

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𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

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[solxamber]

Omg, uh sorry if this is filling up your inbox! You can take your time with this anytime! Pls take care of urself if u feel sad (Romantic btw :3)

Savanaclaw and Scarabia with a silly reader who owns a circus and stuff— they act all innocent and stupid and silly, but are actually really good at being mature and responsible and smart (emotionally and intelligently). And, They always have some extremely shocking stories to tell, like that one time where they and Falena are friends and how their family has some history with the al-asims.. oh the list can go on!...

can u see what I see ☹️☹️

Savanaclaw, Scarabia with a Silly but mature! reader

i think i see your vision anon 🫡 Thank you for the request!

also the inbox is open for all requests, there's no need to be sorry!

Leona Kingscholar

Leona was lounging under a tree, as usual, his eyes half-closed as you plopped down beside him. You had that mischievous smile again, and he braced himself for whatever nonsense you were about to spout.

“Leona, did I ever tell you about the time I accidentally declared myself queen of a lost kingdom? Oh yeah, I was leading a parade for my circus when we stumbled upon this hidden city in the desert. They hadn’t seen outsiders in centuries, and for some reason, they thought my outfit meant I was royalty. Long story short, I ruled for a day—had a crown and everything.”

Leona cracked an eye open, staring at you. “You? A queen?”

“Yep. But don’t worry, I abdicated the next morning. Told them it wasn’t for me. Too much responsibility, you know?” You laughed, completely at ease, as if you hadn’t just described one of the most ridiculous situations ever.

Leona groaned. “You’ve gotta be making this stuff up.”

“Nope! 100% true. I even have pictures of the royal llama they gave me as a parting gift.” You winked, leaving Leona wondering whether you were serious or just really good at telling tall tales.

But later that day, a real problem cropped up in Savanaclaw. Some of the younger students had gotten into a fight, and it was escalating fast. Leona, grumbling, was about to step in when you, with a surprisingly firm tone, intervened.

“Hey! Knock it off!” you commanded, standing between the feuding students with a calm but authoritative air. “Fighting’s not going to solve this. You need to talk it out—what’s going on?”

To Leona’s surprise, they actually stopped. You took each of them aside, patiently listening and guiding them to a resolution, diffusing the situation before it could spiral. Once things calmed down, you turned back to Leona with a smile, as if nothing unusual had happened.

“See? All it takes is a bit of patience.”

Leona stared at you, genuinely impressed. “You’re... not as dumb as you act, are you?”

“Only when it’s convenient,” you replied, your grin back in full force. But there was a warmth behind your eyes, a quiet confidence that made Leona’s chest tighten. For once, he didn’t have a sarcastic comeback, just a lingering thought that maybe you were a lot more than you seemed.

Ruggie Bucchi

Ruggie was used to your wild stories by now, but every time you shared one, it still left him shaking his head in disbelief. Today, you were telling him about one of your most outlandish adventures yet.

“So, Ruggie, did I ever mention the time I accidentally joined a pirate crew? My circus got shipwrecked on this random island, and before I knew it, I was swabbing the deck of a pirate ship. They thought I was this legendary thief, and I just rolled with it. Spent the whole month trying to convince them to switch to legal trade—pretty sure I turned them into a merchant fleet by the end.”

Ruggie almost choked on his snack. “You? A pirate? No way.”

“True story! They even gave me a parrot. Named him Biscuit.” You grinned like this was the most normal thing in the world.

Ruggie shook his head, laughing. “You’re somethin’ else, y’know that?”

But not long after, a real problem popped up. One of the younger students in Scarabia had been short on money, and there was a mix-up with their scholarship. The kid was panicking, unsure how to fix it. While Ruggie was good at hustling, this wasn’t his field of expertise. He figured the situation was about to get messy.

Then you stepped in, calmly talking to the student. “Hey, don’t worry. We’ll figure this out. Let me help.”

You guided the student through the bureaucratic mess, making calls, filling out forms, and working things out with Scarabia’s administration. By the end of it, everything was sorted, and the student left with a grateful smile.

“You handled that like a pro,” Ruggie commented, impressed. He hadn’t expected you to know your way around serious issues like that.

“Sometimes life throws you curveballs, and you’ve gotta handle them with a cool head,” you said with a wink. “I’ve got practice from managing a circus, after all.”

Ruggie chuckled, but the admiration in his eyes was clear. “You’re full of surprises.”

“Good surprises, I hope?”

“The best kind,” Ruggie grinned, feeling his heart skip a beat. You might act goofy, but there was something about you that kept pulling him in.

Jack Howl

Jack was used to your carefree attitude by now, but your stories never failed to catch him off guard. Today, you were regaling him with a tale so absurd he didn’t even know how to respond.

“So, Jack, did I ever tell you about the time I accidentally tamed a dragon? It’s true! I was performing in a mountain village when this dragon showed up, all angry and roaring. Turns out, he had a thorn in his foot. Once I pulled it out, we became best buds. He even gave me a ride back home.”

Jack slowed his jog, staring at you incredulously. “You’re telling me you... tamed a dragon? Just like that?”

“Yep! He was actually really sweet once he wasn’t in pain. Kinda like a giant puppy.” You laughed, completely unfazed by how insane the story sounded.

Jack shook his head, half-impressed, half-baffled. “You’re something else.”

But later, when a real problem cropped up—a couple of first-years lost their way in the forest near campus—your goofy demeanor melted away, replaced by a calm, focused attitude. Jack was ready to run in headfirst, but you stopped him.

“Wait, Jack. If we charge in, we might get lost too. Let’s think this through.”

You took a moment to assess the situation, coming up with a plan that involved splitting up into small, safe search parties. You helped guide the students back, your calm leadership reassuring everyone involved.

Jack was impressed. “You... really know how to handle things when it matters.”

You smiled softly, shrugging. “I guess when you’ve been through enough crazy stuff, you learn how to stay calm.”

Jack couldn’t help but admire you. You might be goofy, but you had a strong sense of responsibility underneath it all. And, more than anything, he liked that you didn’t lose your lightheartedness, even when things got tough.

“You’re amazing, you know that?” Jack muttered, a little flustered.

You grinned. “Just doing my best. But thanks, Jack.”

Kalim Al-Asim

Kalim was always delighted by your stories, and today, you had another one to tell that had him practically bouncing in excitement.

“So, Kalim, did I ever tell you about the time I accidentally became the head chef for an underwater banquet? We were traveling with the circus near a coastal city, and somehow, I got mistaken for a famous sea chef. Next thing I knew, I was cooking for a bunch of merfolk. It wasn’t too bad, except for the fact that the main course was supposed to be jellyfish. Do you know how hard it is to cook jellyfish?”

Kalim’s eyes went wide with fascination. “No way! What did you do?”

“Well, I just winged it! Turns out, jellyfish isn’t that bad if you deep fry it. The merfolk loved it, though I think one of them might’ve cried because I didn’t use enough seaweed seasoning.” You giggled at the memory, and Kalim burst into laughter beside you.

“That’s amazing! You always have the best stories!” Kalim grinned from ear to ear, completely charmed by your carefree attitude.

But later, as a group of students caused a commotion in Scarabia over some miscommunication regarding event planning, Kalim started to get overwhelmed. The party plans were a mess, and everyone was panicking.

Before Kalim could start spiraling, you placed a gentle hand on his shoulder. “Kalim, it’s okay. We can fix this.”

You quickly took charge, calmly directing people, assigning tasks, and helping resolve the confusion with remarkable ease. Despite the chaos, you remained collected and responsible, ensuring everything got back on track. By the end of it, the students were thanking you for saving the event.

Kalim watched you in awe, his heart swelling with admiration. “Wow, you’re amazing at this! I didn’t even think about half of the things you just did!”

You smiled, a little sheepishly. “I’ve learned a thing or two from managing my own circus. Keeping things organized is important when you’ve got that many moving parts.”

Kalim beamed, his admiration growing even more. “You’re incredible! I love how you can be so fun and carefree but also super responsible when it matters.”

You laughed. “Well, I can’t have you stressing out, can I?”

Kalim’s heart fluttered as he realized just how much he adored every part of you—the goofy, lighthearted side and the calm, mature side that always seemed to have everything under control.

“I’m lucky to have you around,” he admitted softly, his face turning pink.

You grinned, nudging him playfully. “And I’m lucky to have someone who enjoys my stories. We make a good team.”

Jamil Viper

Jamil wasn’t one to get distracted easily, but you had a way of getting under his skin, especially with the wild stories you told so casually.

“So, Jamil, you know how everyone has a weird family tradition? Mine is... accidentally kidnapping a sultan’s pet tiger. Oh, it wasn’t on purpose, of course! The circus was performing in this palace, and I thought it was part of the act. Turns out, it was the sultan’s favorite tiger. Had to smooth things over with a five-course apology dinner. But hey, I got to keep a gold plate as a souvenir.”

Jamil blinked, his expression somewhere between disbelief and amusement. “You... kidnapped a royal tiger?”

“Yep! Accidentally, though. I gave it back!” you laughed, completely unfazed by how wild the story was. “But I did manage to calm the sultan down. Turns out, I’m pretty good at apologizing.”

Jamil shook his head, exhaling a slow breath. “I don’t know how you manage to stay so calm in situations like that.”

“Well, when you run a circus, you learn to roll with the punches,” you winked.

Later that evening, when a situation arose with a group of students causing chaos in Scarabia, you stepped up before Jamil could even lift a finger.

“Hold on, I’ll talk to them,” you said, stepping forward.

With a calm but firm approach, you quickly diffused the situation, guiding the students to settle down and offering solutions to their grievances. You did it all without raising your voice, just being patient and understanding.

Jamil watched, impressed at how you handled everything so smoothly. Once the students dispersed, he approached you with a newfound respect in his eyes.

“You’re... more capable than you let on,” he admitted, glancing away.

You smiled, not smugly, but warmly. “I just know when it’s time to be serious. Someone’s gotta keep the peace around here.”

Jamil’s heart skipped a beat. Maybe there was more to your lighthearted nature than he initially thought.

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[brucewaynehater101]

You know what I think would be just as funny for the one where Tim lost his arm and got it back? If the reason that nobody bats an eye at Tim’s blueprints for a realistic prosthetic is bc Tim was a paranoid bastard who made blueprints for a bunch of different prosthetics after having that nightmare in yj where he dreamed that Batman replaced his hand with a hook after he lost it.

Maybe they saw those blueprints and realized it was a contingency plan so they just brushed it off as Tim being like batman and not that Tim lost his arm and got it back without them noticing, because they would notice something like that, right?

Oh! Hook mention! That was a weird af dream. I was trying to find it to have a pic of that panel, but gave up.

Anyways, it would also be cool if it was compared to all the other plans Tim has. The Bats don't think anything of it cause Tim has robotic eye blueprints, plans for taking down explosive llamas, possible zombie outbreak locations, and a foolproof plan to win every sport (with cheating).

It's also be hella fun to see how a good chunk of Tim's "just in case" plans actually have happened to him (whether with YJ or doing something else). The Bats don't know that, though

[misteria247]

'This is getting ridiculous.'

Pacifica thought as she ground her teeth together in an effort not to completely snap at the party responsible. There sitting on her couch was none other than Bill Cipher. Who was supposed to be dead, but apparently he'd been sent to therapy. And now had been officially released, and the unlucky party chosen to watch him?

None other than Pacifica herself.

It made her furious. And the worst part? She couldn't do anything about it. Because Axolotl, who's apparently freaking god, told her that he had nowhere to go and the Pines residence was out of the question. Which was completely understandable given everything he did to them. Something, something, she was the one person least influenced by Bill, so it made her a good candidate for the job. Honestly, the blonde teen had tuned out to keep from blowing up. Why did it always have to be her? Why could the world of the weird leave her out of it?? Could she not know peace? Apparently not. So here she was, a week later, debating on whether or not she should smother him with a pillow to shut him up. She didn't dare bring this up to her boyfriend Dipper or best friend Mabel. Knowing that they'd completely lose it if they found out not that she'd blame them. And her pseudo dad Fiddleford was out of the question, giving how the memory of Bill still tormented him.

"ARE YOU LISTENING TO ME LLAMA???"

Bill's voice, loud and grating broke her from her thoughts. Paz forced herself to mentally count to ten, not wanting to go to prison for murder.

"No, I'm not. In fact I think this is ridiculous and I personally don't care."

The blonde snipped back, hearing the triangle growl in response to her answer.

"You better watch yourself cause I'll-"

The dream demon began to threaten only to be cut off immediately.

"You'll what Cipher? Last I checked, you've been put on a leash power wise and you're under my roof having to follow my rules. Unless you want to go back with Axolotl then that's more than fine by me."

Pacifica said, her words sharp and cutting. Not that she cared. Bill and his tantrums were not her priority. Said triangle went quiet, his eye glaring at her in a menacing way. The large scar on his body fizzling with his obvious rage and displeasure at being reminded of his predicament. Of just how powerless he really was.

'He's lucky that I'm not quite as willing to wreck his shit. If he was with Gruncle Ford and Gruncle Stan he would be biting the dust by now.'

She thought fuming at the world. It was then she heard the sound of her mug shattering on the floor. Whipping around she finally looked at Bill, to see him still glaring but now smug at the mess he'd made on her floor. Her mug ruined cause he'd shoved it off the coffee table in a petty way to get back at her.

"Oops."

Bill said, his voice dripping with false innocence. Paz felt her eye twitch.

This was going to be a horrid experience.

[hoonvrs]

IN THE RAIN (WITH YOU) — p. jongseong

req for 1k event!

PROMPT ! [ two, 27 ] dancing in the rain together

PAIRING ! jay x gnr

GENRE ! est. relationship, fluff

WARNINGS ! jay is perfect, swearing

W. COUNT ! 0.4k

S. NOTE ! first req of the event done!! v special since it’s for my babe chae so i hope i didn’t fuck it up with my writing lmaoo (haven’t written in a minute be nice pls)

all the weather app does is lie.

when you and jay decided last minute to go on a walk together at 10pm you both made sure to check for rain. so, why were you now both stuck under a convenience store roof, soaked head to toe watching the rain assault the assfault in front of you?

"doesn't look like it's going to stop anytime soon," you said, trying to put your hair back, "i just straightened my hair too, fuck."

jay looks over at you trying to tame down the frizz from your hair, "you still look pretty."

his hand reached over to play with the ends of your hair, twisting each strand between his index and thumb. it was moments like this with jay you are reminded no matter how much goes wrong, whether it be the weather app lying to you both, you knew accepting jay wasnt one of those. 

seeing how he stared at you with tenderness in his eyes, soft enough to warm you inside despite the cold nipping at your skin. 

suddenly, you feel his hand leave your hair and latch around your wrist. jay had always been a hopeless romantic, you knew this. the nights you've spent together talking about things you've seen in movies or read in books that you'd love to do someday with each other. small romantic gestures that happen in the spur of the moment.

so it really shouldn't have come as a shock when he suddenly decided to pull you both back into the rain pour placing his hand around your waist once hed puled you far enough. 

"jay! what are you doing?" you yelled not fighting agaist him. he could probably lead you blind into an erupting volcano and you follow.

"what! i've always wanted to dance in the rain," and who were you to not grant his wish when he had the biggest smile on his face, an intimate happiness shared towards only you. 

he continued to try and sway with you, placing your hands on his shoulders himself when you didn't seem to cooperate, "but, there's no music!" 

"come on, we'll make our own!" he yelled back, beginning to let out obnoxious instrumental imitations, twirling you both in circlesaround the empty parking lot of the store. 

seeing couples dancing in the rain in movies didn't do this justice. jay didn't expect to feel the deep giddiness from hearing your loud laughs echo through the lot as you both continues to wobble about, making sure to not break contact for a second with each other. 

moments like this jay thinks you're most beautiful. when you're almost doubling over in laughter, scrunching up your face enough to hide your eyes and god. jay is in love. 

and if there was anything in the world he wishes he could keep doing forever — it's dancing in the rain with you.

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[storiesbyjes2g]

3.147 Gall, audacity, gumption

A few hours after I got home, Less called me, and my heart stopped. Was this what life would become? Me being afraid to answer the phone every time my sister called? I hated that period of my life. Anyway, I got over myself and answered the phone. Her voice was venomous, and every word she spoke felt like an assault on my eardrums. Apparently Jace had come over to talk, and man did she let him have it. She didn't even let him in the house and served him up on the porch in front of the entire neighborhood. I was so proud of her because she stood on business. Strong women often fell victim to their emotions when it came to the men they loved, and all too often, they found themselves repeating the very mistakes they vowed to avoid. I didn't think Less would go soft and let him back into their lives, but I was glad to hear I was right.

This fool called himself trying to explain and had the audacity to act like the victim! After hearing his sob story, one might think HE was the one who carried THREE babies for a week, delivered them, and took care of them by himself. That little shit!! If I thought Less was angry before, that just revved her up even more. She pulled no punches and sliced and diced, talked about the man's family, and everything under the sun. But nothing she said, no matter how harsh, would change his mind or their situation. He didn't come to get her back, and she didn't want him back. She was tired of yelling into the void, and her emotional cup was already full before he arrived. She didn't have anymore fight left in her and made it painstakingly clear she wanted nothing to do with him. But if he grew up and wanted to be a man who took care of his children, they could talk. In the meantime, she fully expected child support.

That, of all things, riled him up. Not her saying his mother was a llama, or he had weak woohoo game. Parting with his precious simoleons for children HE created upset him the most. He tried to argue her down, saying she knew how his employment was set up and how he didn't make a consistent income. Paying child support for THREE babies would bankrupt him. This fool had the gall to try to guilt her into not going there, trying to appeal to her good nature or whatever. Unluckily for him, Less' good nature was very small, and she told him he should have thought about that before he ran off to another country and married another woman.

That's when the begging started. He apologized every which way. He even apologized for stuff she didn't accuse him of, and I laughed so hard. When he saw she would not be moved, he hit her with the "I still love you" bull, hoping that would be the key. Admittedly, that one almost got her, especially when he began to cry. She would never say it to him, but she still loved him too. Of course she did. Dad always said love doesn't just go away. She said she felt stupid for still being in love with him, but I told her not to expect so much from herself because it would take time. She wasn't wrong for still having feelings for him. But my girl knew crocodile tears when she saw them and sent him packing.

She said she wished she would have punched him. It would have made her feel better, but it didn't feel like the right moment. But if he ever stepped to her again with that woe is me bullshit, she would not hesitate to let him have it. Hopefully, he knew how serious she was and didn't mess around and find out. I felt for her and had only realized just then that she was mourning both our dad and her relationship. I made the mistake of thinking she didn't really care about him because she'd never been in love before and their relationship began so quickly. I figured what Less felt was just those initial strong feelings Mama said were easily confused with love. But she did love him, and now she lost him. She didn't deserve any of that, and I just wanted to hug her.

I really hoped she would be open to moving to San Sequoia, whether she took Dad's house or we moved into a duplex. Our lives were way too busy, and it would be easy for us to get wrapped up in our children's affairs and drift apart. At least if we were neighbors would we see each other from time to time.

[phanfictioncatalogue]

Fics Written In 2022 (3) Masterlist

part one, part two

A Fire Inside (ao3) - Lackless

Summary: Of course it would happen to him, during a world tour he’d specifically planned around his cycle. One day this will become a comedy bit.

and more still to come (ao3) - cityofphanchester

Summary: He wonders for half a second whether it was stupid to come here, whether he’ll have to go home tomorrow restless with worry over how much of Dan he actually knows.

“I’m starving,” Dan says, and it’s his regular familiar voice.

and the house becomes a home again (ao3) - BLUEGREYKIM

Summary: Dan’s plane lands at one-thirty-two AM (he’s been tracking the flight since it took off, and his stomach’s been flipping with jitters since Dan’s phone switched to aeroplane mode and his texts stopped going through).

Two and a half months, since Dan's been home, and Phil has been going crazy.

(also known as the dan comes home fic)

baby, it's cold outside (ao3) - pasteldanhowells

Summary: Dan is traveling to his parent’s house for Christmas. There’s a blizzard expected to hit just as Dan’s leaving, but Dan doesn’t think anything of it, not until his car breaks down and he’s stranded. Kind stranger Phil steps in and offers to help Dan.

Betta Late Than Never (ao3) - indistinct_echo

Summary: Dan hires Phil to therapize his betta. They get along swimmingly.

Dan and Phil and DOG (ao3) - nivi_chip

Summary: It’s Phil’s birthday, and Dan gets him a gift that’s long overdue

envelop the lonely places (ao3) - cityofphanchester

Summary: Dan in his arms is like remembering how to breathe.

(reunion fic, dec '22)

familiar perspectives (ao3) - cityofphanchester

Summary: Kath twinkles in Dan’s direction, and he knows she’s been watching his hands move across the puzzle. “Is he, now? Shame you’re stuck with him, then.”

(scenes from the isle, oct ‘21.)

It's Of Some Comfort (ao3) - orphan_account

Summary: hurt/comforty smut

Llama Legs (ao3) - Anonymous

Summary: After a short break, Dan and Phil are about to begin the next arm of their breakout international tour, TATINOF. The problem is, all good little boys have to have some form of entertainment during their break - and Dan has just began exploring his little-space. What happens when Dan doesn't listen to Phil and decides not to use the toilet before beginning a show, leading to a regression?

made for you (ao3) - BLUEGREYKIM

Summary: Phil, in all the years he's known Dan, can tell what he's thinking with a glance, a lock of eyes. Dan, in all the years he's known Phil, is the same.

aka the fic where they have a super psychic connection and insane communicative skills (real life)

More than 2 and a half weeks (ao3) - natigail

Summary: The night before Dan leaves for the American leg of his tour, Phil pulled him into shooting a video and then he pulled him into his arms.

(not a) boyfriend hoodie (ao3) - dizzy

Summary: Phil really likes cuddling up in Dan's new hoodie.

Which would be fine, if it were actually Dan's hoodie.

not a chew toy? (ao3) - phantasticworks (steddieworks)

Summary: Apparently some things aren’t meant to be chewed on. Who knew?

pretty (ao3) - cityofphanchester

Summary: The boxes sit piled in a jumble in the corner of Dan’s closet for weeks. Phil starts getting notifications for them in the days after Nashville, alerts of purchases off the credit card they don’t use often and then the packages themselves, one by one at the door.

(little dresses and fishnet stockings, 2022)

Scraps and secrets (ao3) - Writtenbyalonelynerd

Summary: Phil is a librarian, dan has nowhere to go during the summer holidays so decides to do some reading. Meets Phil and love grows from there.

tell you later (ao3) - cityofphanchester

Summary: Phil looks up again after a while, at the tilt to Dan’s head and the idle fidgets of his fingers against the edge of the desk as he rereads. Some of Dan’s last few months have been spent doing not much thinking at all, and some of them have been spent doing far too much thinking, and in the depths of it all Phil had hoped and trusted but never quite known that those hours of anxious thought would ever morph into something useful.

(new projects and pride)

The Hockey Game (ao3) - Jinny12912

Summary: Dan and Phil go see a hockey game while touring through Canada. Dan has too much to drink during the game and needs some help from Phil to make it back home before wetting himself.

The Problem With Travelling During The Holidays (ao3) - Nefertiti1052 (Succubusphan)

Summary: Dan is in a tricky situation, running to catch his connecting flight with no other than his annoying enemy right on his heels. If he could just get on the plane and be away from Lester that would save Christmas.

Luckily for Dan, things don't tend to go his way.

Together Again (ao3) - LivingVicarioslyThroughDaydreams

Summary: This is Dan’s moment, and Phil is more than happy to let him have this time. So when Dan calls every night, gushing with energy and excitement, Phil doesn’t tell him how he wants to be with him, how he misses him so much. He only smiles and laughs along and tells Dan how proud of him he is.

But now Dan is coming home, back to him. He almost feels selfish with how excited he is. Today though, he’ll allow it. Dan has had his time to find himself, but today: today will be just for them. Together again.

(Phil's perspective on missing Dan and being reunited with him)

try, try again (ao3) - calvinahobbes

Summary: Phil is so stubborn when he gets an idea in his head, and Dan is fully prepared just to be along for the ride as his test subject on this one. They’ve already recorded the cheese challenge, and it didn’t go very well at all, so Dan has a fairly good idea of how this is going to go down. So to speak.

Welcome home! (never leave that long again) (ao3) - natigail

Summary: Dan comes home from tour and stumbles right into Phil’s arms. He is more touch starved than he’d realised.

Werewolf by Night (ao3) - silentdescant

Summary: Dan remembers when these woods scared him. The dark doesn’t seem so oppressive now; he can see the bright light of the full moon through the gaps in the trees, and the forest floor is as easy for him to navigate as if it were daytime. The sounds of nature similarly don’t bother him anymore. There’s only one predator here worth worrying about.

your time starts now (ao3) - danhoweiis

Summary: The email landed in his inbox on a Wednesday morning at 10am.

Dear Phil Lester,

After doing some research on your career and seeing your popularity online we’d like to invite you to be a contestant on series 16 of the Channel 4 TV show Taskmaster, produced by Avalon television production group…

[kuzcoskingdom]

characters from the emperor's new groove appearing at the disney parks is very rare. i mostly just know there was once a stage show at disneyland paris that yzma and human kuzco appeared in (note to self: i should make a post about this stage show at some point), and that there have been other rare occasions when they or kronk have shown up. and i don't think pacha has ever shown up at the parks. but, i know that whenever those three have been around, they almost always look like this:

this photo is from the an event called the disney dreamers everywhere gala dinner show, also at disneyland paris, in 2013. llama kuzco was there too, actually, and in a green poncho, even!

in the first photo, you can see that kuzco, yzma, and kronk all aren't standard face characters. if they were walking out and about, they wouldn't be able to talk to you because they're wearing full body costumes and masks (i think these kinds of characters at the parks are usually called "fuzzies"). interestingly yzma and kronk have also appeared in the "villains tonight!" show that used to run on various disney cruise lines. it was a show that involved disney villains performing musical numbers from their movies, except yzma sang yzmopolis from the emperor's new school, making her song the only one to come from a tv show. i find it really interesting that they even included someone who didn't have a recognizable villain song from their movie, but anyway, in that she and kronk were just played by regular actors and looked like this:

and i don't know about anyone else, but i strongly prefer that to the first option. i don't care that they don't look 100% like the animated characters, because real people don't look 100% like the animated characters with their exaggerated proportions and face shapes--and i've seen some people speculate that that's the reason disney does this for some characters, but i just find it so weird because i can imagine that instead of feeling the "magic" of meeting kronk, i'd think it's way too obvious that he's just some guy in a mask if i saw the first person in real life! (though, i'm an adult, so i guess maybe kids would feel differently). and it's not done consistently--dr. facilier and captain hook have basically the same cartoonish, exaggerated face shape, but one is usually an actual face character and the other has a mask. the characters from big hero 6 literally just look like normal people, but they've appeared in the full body costumes and masks before. i dunno, i guess it probably also has something to do with practicality if certain characters are mostly only going to be at parades and shows, or other reasons i'm not thinking of. and, hey, beggars can't be choosers lol. i'd be incredibly happy to hear about the emperor's new groove characters appearing at the parks again no matter whether they were regular face characters or wearing the masks.

[tiredtreebranch1]

If I Asked You Not To Leave, Would You Stay?

Jacob hated school. And he hated the alarm that woke him up for it even more. It haunted his dreams, awakening him at exactly 7:00 am every weekday.

He aggressively smashed the button on the phone to silence the alarm. In the sweet quiet afterwards he laid for a few minutes before convincing himself to roll out of bed.

He slipped on a jumper and trudged out of his room and down the hall.

In the kitchen he came across a note on the bench. It read “got called into work. See you after school. Love you, Dad.”

Lately his dad was constantly being called into work. Unfortunately due to the nature of his job he was unable to simply refuse. The villains and monsters of the city weren’t going to wait for him to have breakfast with his son.

He poured himself a bowl of cereal, lazily eating it while scrolling through his phone. He half registered what posts he saw, dog, dance, meme, hero’s, dad, stand up, llama, draw-.

Suddenly he registered that he had seen his dad and quickly scrolled back. It was a video posted an hour ago titled; Electric Phoenix pummelled by city’s villains. It was of his father fighting a horde of the most infamous villains in the city. All by himself.

Quickly Jacob searched up the fight and found a livestream.

“Ooo. That looked like it hurt,” came the voice of the person recording.

His dad was surrounded, attacks coming with ferocity from all sides.

He looked on the verge of collapsing. Barely holding himself against his enemies.

Electricity thrummed visibly around him, close to losing control and attacking everything nearby.

Jacob needed to help.

As quick as he could he changed into black pants and a tight shirt that wouldn’t snag on anything. Next he needed to find a mask.

Running to his Dad’s room he punched the code into the pad hidden in the back of his Dad’s wardrobe. A door slid open and Jacob stepped into the elevator. The doors closed and the elevator dropped. The doors opened to the sight of his Dad’s secret base.

Without thinking he headed to the drawers and started searching through for a spare mask. There had to be one somewhere!

Just as he was giving up hope and debating whether or not to just go he spotted a black mask lined with a bright red peeking out from under a pile of documents. He grabbed it and ran to the elevator.

In seconds he was out of the house running down the street. He pulled up the livestream again, looking for a sign or something to tell where his Dad was.

He didn’t recognise anything.

Keeping it open he kept running.

Suddenly a burst of fire exploded over the buildings in front of Jacob. He was close but he needed to hurry.

Jacob quickly skidded around the corner and came face to face with a sight that would haunt him for forever.

His Dad was kneeled on the ground, a protective shield of electricity wavering over his huddled form. He was covered in wounds and looked like death was trying to coerce him out of the world.

The city’s villains sent attack after attack at the shield, yelling taunts and laughing maniacally.

Jacob steeled himself and ran at the nearest one. He didn’t know what he was going to do but he’d be damned if he didn’t try.

He jumped on the back of the villain, bringing them down out of pure surprise.

As soon as they recovered they grabbed him and chucked him to the ground. They went to stomp on him but he quickly rolled and stood.

When looking into the face of someone who he knew wasn’t going to hesitate to hurt him he wavered. In a split second decision he turned and ran. To the middle of the fight.

To his Dad.

He slipped in and out between villains and beams and levitations bricks. He went unnoticed until the villain from earlier called out.

“Stop that kid!”

And in a blink of an eye every villain had turned to Jacob.

“Damn” he muttered.

Despite the city’s strongest villains staring him down and slowly turning their powers on him he kept running.

He saw his Dad look up when he realised he wasn’t being attacked anymore. He saw as his Dad’s eyes widened at the sight of him. Saw his mouth open as he yelled at him to leave. But he didn’t stop. He needed to save his Dad. He couldn’t let him die.

And then the first hit struck him. A beam to the back sent him sprawling into the concrete. He quickly recovered and kept running. He was so close. More attacks came, some grazing him and some hitting him head on.

He kept running for as long as he could but eventually the attacks became too much and he collapsed.

He heard the sizzle of electricity and looked up to find his father standing over him, electricity running through his every cell, spilling over the edges.

And with renewed energy his Dad began to fight again. Beating back any villain who dared get too close.

Electricity shocked every Villain that dared get near. Dared to get near his son. Deep exhaustion was nothing compared with the intrinsic need to protect.

Jacob rose unsteadily to his feet. He needed to figure out how to help.

“You need to leave when I give you the chance,” came his Dad’s serious voice, gruff from the exertion of pushing himself.

“What? No way!”

“This isn’t up for debate!”

“Well it’s not happening. I will not leave you to die! I can’t lose you as well as Mum!”

“And I can’t let you die like I let her,” his Dad said loudly over the sizzle of electricity, but soft with pain.

Jacob stared at his Dad, watching as bolts of electricity fizzled out too quickly. He was slowly faltering. Knees buckling and arms shaking.

Before he could help everything was over.

Instantaneously everything in his Dad collapsed and he dropped to the ground.

“NO,” Jacob distantly heard himself scream.

The villains converged on them. Someone grabbed his arm, pulling him away.

“You need to get away,” the someone whispered to him.

Looking up he realised it was his Dad’s nemesis. He wrenched his arm away and sprinted back to his dad.

“Come back!”

He pulled and pushed at the villains, trying to get them away from the only person he had left. He wouldn’t let this stupid job take another if his parents.

The villains shoved him back but he refused to let them take his Dad. Eventually one grabbed him and shoved him to the ground.

“Stay down.”

He rose and went to punch them.

They caught his wrist mid swing and swiftly stabbed him in the side, leaving the dagger and him to crumble to the ground.

He dazedly looked around. Through the villain’s legs he could see his Dad. He needed to get up but his body was slowly losing its ability to move, his wounds and exhaustion taking control. He saw his Dad roll. Their eyes locked and all his Dad did was look at him fondly. In this moment full of terror and pain his Dad just looked like he wanted to hug him. His Dad mouthed something at him. Jacob scrunched his face up in confusion. His Dad did it again and again until finally Jacob realised what he was trying to say.

I love you.

“I love you too,” Jacob whispered almost silently.

And with that the whole world exploded.

A wave of electricity sent him and the villains back and away from his Dad. He felt himself flying into a wall and saw other Villains flying away.

His Dad had sacrificed himself for him.

His head felt hazy and he couldn't keep his eyes open.

He had lost his Dad.

———

When Jacob came to, he discovered he had been thrown by the blast into a dark alleyway. He was covered in scrapes, cuts and burns from the blast and onslaught of attacks from however long ago. The dagger from however long ago was still embedded in his left side. He clutched into it hoping to keep it in and prevent blood loss. Pain seared through him anytime he moved so he stayed still.

His hands were slowly being drenched in blood from where he clutched to the wound.

His cries of pain slowly turned into small sobs. All the energy and adrenaline drained out of him, leaving him with puffy eyes and a dull throb from his side.

He sat with his head leaned against the alley wall and legs splayed out across the cold concrete floor. His legs and limbs were starting to go numb with the cold and lack of blood.

He couldn’t believe that his dad was gone. Actually gone. Not coming back. Never able to say goodnight to him again. Never able to make fun of stupid shows with him. Never able to make his super secret recipes. Never able to smile or laugh again.

Pushing down the new welling of tears he turned his attention back to his situation. He had no idea what to do other than to not pull the knife out. And that was just because of books and movies. He had no way to stitch himself up and he thought he might actually die if he had to do that. Not that he’s not going to die anyway. Walking wasn’t an option as he felt close to passing out and his legs didn’t seem to work.

With a groan he shifted slightly. His lower back was starting to hurt from the odd and rigid position. He closed his eyes and leaned his head back against the wall.

Just as he was beginning to fall into the darkness he felt someone grip his shoulder.

Jacob begrudgingly opened his eyes to see a shadowy figure crouched in front of him.

“You’re going to be okay,” a voice he recognised from somewhere assured him.

He just sleepily looked at the person.

“I’ll get you to the hospital,” they said as they moved closer to Jacob.

He struggled to remember where he had heard that voice before. It was familiar.

Jacob was slowly embracing the dark once more as he distantly registered being lifted in the air.

“Come on,” abruptly he realised it was the villain that had tried to drag him away from the fight earlier, his Dad’s nemesis.

His head lolled back onto a shoulder and his eyes slowly slipped closed despite the presence of the enemy holding him.

“You’ll be okay.”

———

On the 21st of May at Mount Tamunnal Cemetery there was a total of two funerals.

Two gravestones.

Two holes in the ground.

Two caskets.

One body.

One funeral seemed to have the whole city attending it. Everyone wanted to mourn and say goodbye to their hero. Thousands of people filled one end of the cemetery. Thousands of flowers laid on a closed casket that stood next to the grave amongst those of other fallen heroes.

The other gave host to two people.

A son who mourned his father with a stoic expression and suppressed tears.

And a nemesis who mourned the loss of an old friend.

Both caskets were lowered into their graves at exactly 12:30 pm. Simultaneously burying the idea of the hero and the man behind the facade.

As the crowd slowly dispersed two were left standing a little apart in front of a pair of graves. Graves marked with the real names of hero’s that everyone else knew only by mask.

“You’re dad was my oldest friend,” the taller man swathed in black said softly.

“You weren’t his friend. He hated you,” Jacob said with a glare at the ground, unable to look at the man who let his father die, “you murdered, burned and destroyed everything you could find and he had to abandon everything everytime you got a new idea in your twisted head on how to ruin everyone’s day.”

“And yet despite all of that I was never his enemy.”

Jacob ducked his head.

“Not really.”

With that the man turned away and left Jacob to his grief.

Left him to pick up the pieces of his destroyed life. To take up the mantle of the hero.

[sixamese-simblr]

The Bearchelor: Episode 2

Previously on the Bearchelor...

Kevin: "Anyway Gunnar is just deeply physically repulsive to me."

And coming up...

Mitch: "Listen, my goal is to drink just enough to forget about today."

Two new contestants are entering the game today, all the way from Académie le Tour, bringing the total number of contestants back up to 7:

"I'm Mitch, I'm a student at Académie le Tour, and I just found out on the way here that the roommate I've been casually sharing a house, a bed and my taxes with is gay!"

"I'm Max, and I found out on the plane that chicken the food and chicken the animal are the same thing. I'm still a bit bummed about it but I'm not going to cry on camera."

Meanwhile, the remaining contestants are wondering who Kevin has just sent home.

Castor: "I know Francis's vibes are objectively rancid but he's hot in that that "my father will hear about this" way."

Aldric: "I'm going to be honest I don't think that's a way in which anyone has ever been hot."

Before today's main activity, Kevin is spending some time getting to know the two newest contestants better.

Mitch: "Yes I'm studying in SimFrance. Yes that makes me more cultured than you. Yes I only speak Simlish."

Max: "I love cooking! My specialty is my secret recipe for microwave noodles with dinosaur nuggets. Speaking of, where do they even get dinosaur nuggets if dinosaurs are all dead?"

Kevin: "..."

Today, the contestants have to prove they are able to woo the bachelor with a single flirt.

Mitch: "Hey lil mama lemme whisper in your..."

Kevin: "Yeah, I've seen enough."

Max: "I've always wondered whether that thing about counting shoulders really worked. So there's one, and there's another one. That makes two. Did I win?"

Jared: "I'm going to seduce Kevin by saying the hottest thing I can think of."

Jared, whispering: "I cancelled our plans for tonight, let's just stay in, do an edible and have cheesy pretzels."

Kevin: "I have no idea what that was but that was kinda hot."

Castor, in confessionals: "I hope that gently grabbing his hands while staring into his eyes was enough of a hint that yes I do like him in that way."

Gunnar: "I know you can't resist me. No need to be shy."

Aldric: "So uhh are you into nerdy physics-themed pickup lines because that's all I've got."

Almeric: "See, my varsity jacket looks so much better on the floor. Also it's just for show, I don't even like sports."

That evening, the guys spend some time hanging out in the mansion.

Mitch: "Listen, my goal is to drink just enough to forget about today."

Everyone gathers outside for the ceremony.

Kevin: "Castor. Jared. I've had a wonderful time with both of you today. I think I might be developing a bit of a crush!"

Kevin: "Aldric and Almeric. We've been having a good time. You're also both continuing on to the next round."

This leaves Gunnar, Max and Mitch.

Kevin: "Max. You're genuinely not the brightest, but you're a really nice guy, and I want to see what more there is to you."

Max: "Does that mean I win? I won! Gooo Llamas!"

Kevin: "Gunnar. I don't think you get it the message, but you're not exactly my type. Mitch. You're really hot, but I genuinely don't ever see us becoming friends. The person I've chosen to move on to the next round is..."

"Gunnar."

Mitch: "I... how? Why are you keeping that guy around? This isn't fair, I just got here!"

Mitch: "I honestly don't know what I could've done different. Yes I'm hurt to not be chosen, especially over someone like Gunnar."

[leo-crafts-theories]

How the Hermits escaped the Moon

I have very specific thoughts on the ways each hermit got from s8 to s9 and I've never had the chance to put them all together, or even mention most of them... I've categorized them and after each list I'll put some explanations of the more specific/less intuitive situations.

Space Travel (up)

Cub*

Jevin*

Doc and Ren

Beef

Wels

xB and Keralis

False

Cub and Jevin... they tried. They're in another section of this list that I'll explain there. I don't buy the simulation thing, so Doc and Ren just had access to a ship - Renbob still gets to be their pilot, but it's just them. (They stopped over at some place Bob knew to get Ren some proper and disguised cybernetics instead of the haphazard spare-parts job he'd been dealing with all s8.) xB, False, and Wels are basically just following canon, with the note that Keralis doesn't technically need a ship to survive in space and probably got onto xB's ship by clinging to the outside until xB noticed. Beef didn't have a canon exit - but his base for the entire season was an unearthed alien spaceship, so it's only logical that that would be his mode of escape!

Xisuma Rescue

Bdubs (forcibly)

Hypno

TFC

Etho

Zedaph

Anyone who was planetside and didn't canonically Leave, would have had to be rescued by an admin. Hypno helped out, speeding up the evac process and coming up with a way of keeping these hermits safe and in some sort of stasis until a hospitable planet 9 could be found. Bdubs went kicking and screaming, but the others were understandably glad to have the way out.

Dimensional Shift

Gem

Xisuma

Cleo

We don't actually know from canon where Gem went. Despite Wizard Gem supposedly being a different character, the amethyst and timing would make Empires 1 make sense as a destination. Plus, Gem and Pearl flew in from Empires in the first place. Xisuma and Cleo are pretty much just what's seen in canon. Cleo might have gotten some help from the resident Voidling - see the last section.

Void Travel (down)

Boatem. Void travel is similar to space travel, but a little more wormhole-y. And unlike a couple of the spacefarers, Boatem had both spacesuits and a pretty good method of transport in Pearl, whose natural dragon form is just about big enough to carry four friends - two on her back, and two in her claws.

Was off-world at the time

Iskall and Stress had been taking an extended stay in their Vault Hunting world while all this went down. They didn't find out immediately, but as soon as they did, Stress volunteered herself to help bring hermits to safety.

Joe

Joe

Yeah I don't know either. I haven't decided whether to headcanon an Xisuma rescue/some other logical method, or have "fly away from the problem, in atmosphere, on elytra" actually work. The latter option is very Joe, and the cartoon logic is very tempting.

Stress Rescue

Cub

Jevin

Tango

I've talked about Voidling Stress recently; she's by far the best-equipped hermit for space travel. She would have also zipped around to direct Pearl and the various spacecraft in the right direction, but three hermits found themselves adrift in space... Cub. Did you really think a llama would get you anywhere?? So Cub might have dug out his old Vex mask for some magical air assist, but that thing's meant more for high-atmosphere than no atmosphere. It fed him enough air to keep him alive, barely, but barely conscious and without a ship, he wasn't going much of anywhere. (Stress was quite distressed to realize that the llama hadn't made it.) Jevin fared only slightly better. He'd been banking on not actually needing to breathe at all, and on his flying machine doing all the moving, but hadn't factored in the fact that space is COLD. And also he does occasionally need air, he just doesn't always realize it... Stress found him in a frozen torpor, clinging to a slimeblock flying machine that was very slowly trundling off in slightly the wrong direction. And Tango... well. We know what happened to Tango. Ironically, he was the only one of the three who was semi-conscious when Stress found him... until his rescue, he mostly wished he wasn't.

This is going under the cut because I couldn't fit it in the flow of the rest. I've written one fic with all of this in mind - just, instead of listing things directly, it's about the emotional aftermath of a few of the hermits who may have had it worst, and Stress still helping them out even after they've been safely rescued.

[samkat10423]

Community Lots

Back in Sunset Valley today. Gave Agnes an older half-sister with an out-of-wedlock kid, and a much younger boy-toy. The only reason I did it was because I wanted to establish family ties between Agnes and the rebellious teen, who will be living with her. So, after making the new family, I killed 2 of them. Because as an all-powerful simgoddess I CAN!!!!! As for Agnes and the teen, they pretty much hate one another. But they've got 2 cats to like, so, that's good.

Anyway, in between killing sims, I did a couple of community lots. I moved a remake of Hogan's diner out to that stretch of lots that's on the road that comes into town - close to Agnes' house, actually. Which left me that big lot in town. So, I gave my sims a bowling alley. Because bowling alleys are sort of a staple of small, American towns. Well, they used to be. Now, not so much.

Anyway, I found a 30x20 lot over on My Sims Realty called Disco Fan Arcade. This was a much bigger space, so I decided to add on to their build and add an ice-skating arena. The original lot ended right where that section with the 3 windows begins - if that makes sense. Anyway, I expanded that outdoor patio eating area, added that area with the benches and bike rental stuff, and bumped out the back of the build a bit. Then added the town deco stuff.

Inside, their build ended where the 3 bowling lanes are. I added the ice-skating rink and a small observation area with tables and chairs and a counter where sims can rent skates. Upstairs I made into a place for serious sims to play some poker. I added some neon signage inside and out, and now need to find some skates to put behind that counter on the ground floor. But other than that, this lot is done!

Then, next to Chris Steele's house, I decided to place a church. This is another lot made by Lili. I've never used it before, but decided to give it a whirl. It also came on a much smaller lot, so I added the parking to the front and got rid of a lot of excess trees and assorted plants. Then I switched out all the windows.

Inside, I switched out the basegame furniture and used stuff from Sandy's church set. I also added some junk from one of the bridal sets. Now my sims have no excuse for always getting married in the bathroom by the toilet. They can do it up right in a church! BTW, there's a small reception room in the basement. But it's basically just some tables, chairs and a buffet table. And a tiny dance floor.

I'm still on the fence as to whether I'll be keeping it, but for now it's done. Or maybe not. I may change that tower where she placed a bell. Or just use a different lot entirely.

Then right across the road is this building. It's a new yoga studio. The original was built a gazillion years ago and came from Mod the Sims. Since there was no yoga back then, the rugs inside were purely decorative. I did make some changes to the outside. I added the fake solar panels to the roof and relandscaped it a bit.

This is how it comes when you download it. I did switch out the rugs for twinsimming's set. Plus, I got rid of all the gaudy wallpaper and used the set from @enable--llamas. Thank you! Then I added those vending machines that olomaya gave us. (Thank you!) As you can see, sims are already using the mats. That's that Bunch sim on the one mat. (He was pretty awful).

Upstairs I got rid of everything that was there. I made a small yoga room - complete with an instructor's mat - added those tables and chairs so sims can relax after class, and then gave them a place to meditate if they're so inclined. Outside, they also have a pool.

Which got me to thinking. The pool, that is. This frackin town now has 4 community pools. FOUR!!!!!!! So, now that we have that tennis mod - thank you to @riverianepondsims - I plan on bulldozing that pool behind my salon - it's the one for the apartments - and making some tennis courts. To me it makes more sense. Especially since the town pool is only a block away. So that will be my next project for this ratty town.

And that's all I managed to get done today. Because I'm old. And lazy.

[shadowmaat]

Llama roundup

Just some short highlights of wild crap being flung about recently.

NY Mag financial journalist scammed out of $50K.

I will start off by saying that it's a lot easier than you think to fall for scams. HOWEVER. If someone claiming to be a CIA agent tells you to put $50K in cash into a goddamn shoebox for an in-person handoff or you'll be arrested for crimes, you should maybe question the validity of that.

Air Canada is, in fact, responsible for the actions of its lying liar of a chatbot.

C'mon, guys. If you're determined to make "AI" a thing then you have to accept responsibility for any bullshit the "AI" produces. If nothing else, maybe have some sympathy for the guy grieving over the death of his grandmother who believed your bot (with your name on it) when it said he could file for a bereavement discount retroactively.

RE/MAX? More like RE/MAGA

A racist sack of shit real estate agent took umbrage with Imani Gandy (aka angryblackwoman) and tried to sic the MAGA horde on her by flooding the CO Bar Association with complaints to get her disbarred. Except Imani isn't licensed there. Or anywhere. And when Imani complained to the RE agency that the racist works for they got just as angry and defensive as the racist herself. "We don't hire racists!" Yeah? Have you seen her twitter feed? Oh, right, she put it on lockdown after everything blew up. Too late to avoid screencaps though.

There is also new drama about the Depp/Heard case with Elaine Bredehoft taking to Vice TV to blame Depp fans for her/Amber's loss. This is being treated exactly as you'd expect.

Also some Twitcher called Vaush is facing heat for his intimate interests. The P-word is being used a lot, as it always is these days. Opinions are varying widely on whether or not anime/loli counts. There's also the matter of the horse-fucking fantasy.

Anyway, that's the roundup so far.

[mgnifiqueyoo]

25 : set it all free.

— warning(s): cursing. — short a/n: Y'ALLLLL need to read the last part ;-; omg (i am not gonna have a long author's note for this one bc i might spoil the SECOND LAST chapter accidentally so i'm just putting this here: please reblog if u loved reading hey, cheesecake!) — word count: 503

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As soon as the clock struck four, you waved your hand goodbye to the junior student who needed help with reviewing and left the library immediately. It was obvious that your time still wasn't adjustable as a lot of younger students, despite your latest controversial reputation on Twitter, still depended on your assistance. — And you knew that it was your priority to help.

Heading to the store, your eyes landed on the boy who focused his gaze on the bakery aisle, puckering his lower lip in search of the cake you always loved — cheesecake. "Intak," you called his name, watching him lift his head up from the many slices of cake displayed in front of him. "Hey..."

And you were taken back to the night you let the tears fall down your face; the fear of no one thinking you've ever loved would think the same because of the time you refused to share... Well, not anymore.

"Y/N.", he uttered your name back as he walked closer to you, looking straight into your eyes with an unreadable gaze yet at the same time, you had a feeling that he wanted to tell you so many things. Instead of opening his mouth to say something – at least a word or two – he pulled you into a tight embrace, resulting in you resting your chin over his shoulder.

Your heart raced faster than ever as you couldn't repress everything you've felt about him anymore. Intak Hwang, the boy you never knew of until now, understood you more than the boy you once chose to love. — But love cannot be forced.

And it only happens in the right time. Could this be the right time?

"I need to tell you something," you mumbled, causing him to let you go as the silence between the two of you had already seeped into your conscience.

'This is it, Y/N. Just tell him how you feel.' Your own voice demanded in the back of your head as you closed your eyes for a while, taking a deep breath.

"What is it?" He asked, his lips curling into a small, pursed smile even if he avoided your gaze.

"These days, a lot has been on my mind lately," you started, taking a pause to think if this was even worth it. "Not a lot actually... It's just you."

The look on his face was priceless – wide eyes and tensed cheeks.

"And I don't know if I'm even worth your time but for sure, you are worth mine," you continued, which only did nothing to him as he stood there, frozen. "Am I... Am I wrong for liking you?" You stammered, losing every bit of your confidence as you couldn't bear staring at his overwhelmed state anymore.

"I don't know," he answered, taking another step closer as his stare finally loosened up from the tension. "But I know I'm right for liking you." Intak welcomed you in his arms again.

"You deserve to be loved, Miss Reads A Lot."

───── ❝ summary ❞ ─────

for two years, you and beomgyu have been the best of friends and later lovers. however, things change after time had been taken away from the two of you ── he began to love someone else and soon turned into someone else.

and whether you like it or not, a not-so-familiar student in the same section finally made the first move...

a very unexpected first move.

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Pour Mud on Yourself

A quick glance around the side of the shed confirms all of his worst suspicions; the little pests are nowhere to be found. There’s a bucket laying upside down in the dirt next to the door of the shed, and he picks it up to look underneath it, then tosses it over his shoulder once he realizes Tipo wasn’t hiding underneath it. Kuzco takes a moment to blow out a frustrated breath and leans against the side of the shed, his head on a swivel as he keeps an eye out for any movement during his short break. “They couldn’t have gotten that far yet, right? It’s only been a few minutes. . .”

Earlier in the morning, and in an effort to cure their boredom, Chaca and Tipo suggested they play a game of ‘hide and seek’ once their chores were finished for the day. Kuzco, who had never grown up with kids his own age and therefore, had never taken part in any of these kinds of ‘games’ had no idea what that meant, but Chaca reassured him that she would teach him and he would be a pro at it in no time. It took a few games of them taking it easy on him and hiding mostly around the downstairs of the hut for Kuzco to get the hang of it, and once he did, the kids suggested they take the game outside where there were more hiding places. That’s when the trouble started. If he didn’t know any better, he’d think they were teaming up on him– every time he had the opportunity to hide, they always found him first and in what felt like seconds after they were finished counting. Even the time he hid in between a group of sleeping llamas! Or in the potato storage cubby! Whether or not they had years of experience, something had to be up. No one was THIS good at this kind of game! 

Then, it was Kuzco’s turn to find the two of them. With how many hiding places he had found, he was pretty confident that they wouldn’t last all that long while he was searching. He’s not an expert, obviously, but even outside there were only so many places you could hide on the top of a hill. After his countdown, in which he could hear giggling fading in the distance as Chaca and Tipo ran to find their spots, Kuzco whirled around to try and catch the two of them scrambling for a spot only to find. . . . – Absolutely nothing. Llamas chewed aimlessly on grass in the fields behind Pacha’s hut, and the occasional monkey ran by, forever chasing after bugs– but there was nothing to indicate there were any kids around, or that there was anything out of the ordinary. Kuzco started with the spots he thought to go to first; the back of the hut, the little pantry Chicha kept, the shed; but it’s been almost a half hour now, and he has yet to even hear a peep from either of them.

When looking under the lawn chair he likes to lay out on proves fruitless, Kuzco decides to try the field where the llama’s graze, taking his time as he makes his way down the grassy ledges to get to the base where the little pond sits at the bottom of the valley. There’s rocks down here they could be hiding behind, but after a few minutes of searching and shooing llamas away to look underneath them, Kuzco admits defeat and plants himself on the edge of one of the rocks, with his chin in his fist. “Stupid hiding game. ‘Let’s go play outside, there’s more hiding spots out there– it’ll be fun Kuzco!’” He mocks, adopting a high pitch, squeaky voice reminiscent of Chaca’s. “See if I teach them any of my cool games from the pal– “ He’s abruptly cut off when the very odd, startling sensation of something cold covers his head, dripping down into his face, shoulders, back and legs. Kuzco jumps to his feet, glancing down at himself in a panic to try and figure out what it is, only to realize that it’s . . . mud. Thick, smelly, COLD mud– covering him from head to toe. “MUD?! What– “ Bubbly laughter sounds behind him, and he turns to look over the top of the rock he was leaning against only to see Chaca and Tipo crouched there and holding identical (empty) buckets. “We got you! You should have seen your face!” Chaca cheers, high fiving Tipo who only laughs harder when he sees the damage he did to Kuzco’s ‘perfect’ visage. “You look like a drowned rat!”

To say that he’s furious is an understatement; Kuzco can’t remember a time he’s ever been so mad. He spent hours on his hair this morning! Brushing it out, sliding oil slicked fingers through the luscious locks until each strand fell perfectly in place– and it’s RUINED because these little brats thought they could pull one over on him. “Pouring MUD on the seeker wasn’t part of the game!” He bites out through gritted teeth, hand swiping aggressively at the mud on his face to try and clean it up. “Noooo, but you were taking so long to find us, we wanted to make sure you weren’t falling asleep!” Tipo giggles. “I wasn’t falling asleep! You guys were just . . .cheating! Somehow. I couldn’t find you anywhere!” He takes a step closer, with half a mind to throttle them, and apparently sensing his frustration, Chaca and Tipo scream and take off up the hill towards Pacha’s hut. “Get back here! You’re paying for my dry cleaning bill!” Kuzco shouts, racing after them.

Truth be told, he’s sick of this dumb, boring peasant-y lifestyle! The food, the llamas– the MUD. Kuzco wants his OLD life back, where his idea of a good time was floating aimlessly in his indoor lake, or having servants fan him while he listens to music all day. This ‘new’ life of his is majorly throwing off his groove– and he worked really hard to get that back!

There’s got to be a way to have it both ways, and be able to bring some of his awesome palace lifestyle to Pacha’s hut, and boring old peasant-ville. Maybe he should call for a meeting with the royal record keeper. . .

– AFTER he gets his pay back on Chaca and Tipo for their new ‘pour mud on yourself’ game, of course.

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POTMFTS-CHAPTER 1

A.N: I have arrived with that au I said I would be making hehe. Btw, this is my au, if you have any ideas for it I will consider them but it is my choice whether I will implement them or not. Any and all shipping that might take place is between the characters only, not the content creators. That being said, enjoy my first ever fanfiction!

the link for the intro post

(how do I already have brainrot ueueue)

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GRIAN'S POV:

Grian was tired. So, so tired. "The system's playing a cruel game," he thought to himself as he walked along the world border. "Why would it ever think that pairing up me and Scar again would be a good idea?" All of a sudden, he got flashbacks. A flashback of a desert, which cut to it blowing up. A flashback of a llama, who he cared for deeply. A flashback to a man with a bright grin, who really needed to put his clothes back on. A flashback of a lava moat in a cactus ring, where he had to fistfight...

God, no. He couldn't dwell on that memory or it would destroy him. He...he couldn't take it. The only place he ever really felt at home was there, in the south. The dumb "aHa!" jokes, the towers made out of spruce and cobble, the spyglasses...and most importantly, being with them. Martyn, Timmy, Impulse...and Mumbo.

"Oh Mumbo," He thought. "I miss you."

Suddenly, he heard a noise. He felt himself being pulled somewhere. Huh? How was he in a pitch black room? Wasn't he just-

And then he saw them. The purple aura that radiated evil. The shattered wings, and the golden headpieces. But most of all, he noticed that outrageous number of eyes...

"No, no no no no no. Please not again. It's just a nightmare. No, no please!" He found himself screaming. And then their horrible distorted voices rang in his ears. "But it's real. Why don't you come back to us Xelqua?"

Somehow finding his voice, Grian yelled "No, you horrible distorted monsters! All you watchers have ruined my life, killed so many of my friends, and destroyed my server! I will never join the likes of you, and end anything like you!". With a start, he realised he was crying.

"Hmph. So be it. You refuse to come in peace. Just let it be known, we will torment you for every second of your life, until you join us once more." The watchers said.

Then, he was back. He was back where he was walking before he met them. And, something inside of him snapped. He began to run. Where he was running, he had absolutely no idea. All he knew was that he had to get away. He ran for what felt like forever, even though it must have just been a few minutes, until he bumped into something,

"Whoa there, Grian? You ok?"

"I-Impulse?"

And then he blacked out.

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A.N: AHHHHHH!! Did I write that?!? I'm actually really happy with how that turned out! The brainrot has just gotten worse ahem hehehe. Anyway, I will see you when I get motivation to write chapter 2! Bye!