#whimsy is my favorite challenge

[foreversimmers]

Whimsy Legacy Expanded | Gen 1-4

[the-hilda-librarians-wife]

But I knew you'd linger like a tattoo kiss I knew you'd haunt all of my what-ifs The smell of smoke would hang around this long 'Cause I knew everything when I was young Cardigan, Taylor Swift

For @sketchbookweek Day 5 - Teenagers

[radwhims]

Ivy crosses through the park in the middle of her neighborhood on the way home. She suddenly notices the statue in the center of it for the first time.

Looking up at the stone image of a severe looking man, she catches a glimpse of the house on top of the hill that Vincent warned her about. Somehow, she doesn't feel afraid...

It will take more than spooky warnings of strange men to scare Ivy Whims.

[thecrumblingisle]

the birth may not have been as calm as desired, but baby boy jensen arrived safely in the end. introducing the first nooboo of this legacy, finch!

[dcggone]

i think ill taking an office position at this philosophy club i joined at school. i say that knowing the workload ive already taken on is daunting and a wee bit scary

[letters-to-lgbt-kids]

My dear lgbt+ kids, 

New Year’s resolutions can be tricky when you struggle with low self-worth or body image issues. 

There may be a lot of pressure to „better yourself“. It depends on your environment and social circle, of course - but in some, that’s basically synonymous with pressure to obsess over your body. You need to „glow up“: lose weight, do a more complicated skincare routine, stress more about your body shape, work out harder, stress more about numbers, enjoy food less, pick an aesthetic and stress about fitting into that box more… 

And all that stress can be, well, pretty effing stressful. Especially if you already struggle with all the other stress factors life throws at you! Not to mention that it can easily trigger obsessive behaviors that will harm your physical and mental health. 

So, what to do? Well, the most obvious suggestion would be to just not make any resolutions at all. You have full permission to reject the tradition and refuse to treat the first day of January as some special day for making changes. (After all, it is just a day as any other! A New Year’s resolution is not more likely to succeed than a life change starting on July 18th. Or October 3rd. Or… you get my point, any random day). 

This can be a great choice if the whole concept is just too tainted with pressure for you. You can just say no to the whole thing. But what if you don’t want to? Maybe you like the idea of resolutions and just don’t like the weight/bodyshape focus. Or maybe you know you will get asked a million times anyway and you want to have a quick answer ready rather than having to defend why you don’t do that tradition. Or, if you already know you have obsessive tendencies, maybe you feel like not having one would backfire because people around you will be judgmental („oh, so you don’t have the willpower for that“ etc.) and that’ll make you choose a triggering one despite knowing that’s no good for you. 

In those cases, there are a few options: 

Choose one of the traditional „better you“ ones but focus on adding rather than restricting: instead of cutting food groups or calories, add healthy foods or habits. Add a piece of fruit to your breakfast. Try a certain number of vegetables you haven’t tried yet. Learn a new recipe every month. Try out different teas and keep a journal of which ones you like so it becomes easier to stay hydrated. Go on a walk once a week. Add some nice stretches to your morning routine and write down which ones you enjoy most. 

Choose a resolution related to skills, education or hobbies rather than your body: Read a certain number of books. Learn a language. Learn to play an instrument. Learn to knit. Challenge yourself to memorize a poem once a month. Go to at least 5 different museums this year. Teach yourself how to say your favorite word in as many languages as you can. Read up on that historical era you were always curious about. Watch a nature documentary once a week. 

Choose a resolution focused on mental or emotional health rather than physical: Write down one thing you’re grateful for every day. Dedicate 2 minutes daily to deep breathing. Commit to reaching out to your friends weekly. Go to therapy. Learn how to meditate. Celebrate your small victories more often. 

And if those options still feel too pressure-y: Choose a fun or silly one! Who says a better you needs to mean a fitter or more skilled you? Why not make a resolution to improve the quality of your life by just adding more whimsy or giggles or harmless adventure? 

Some examples: start a collection of silly socks and wear them at least once a week. Try a certain number of „outrageous“ food combinations and rate them from most to least disgusting. Commit to drawing a cat in a silly hat weekly. Learn a skill you’ll most likely never ever need in real life. Start a „affirmation journal“ and write honest-but-silly compliments about yourself in it daily (You’re so good at having eyebrows). Pet at least 20 dogs this year. Let Wikipedia choose a random topic and challenge yourself to become an expert on that topic. Watch all movies with your third favorite actor in it. Start a blog about frogs. Try as many different flavors of cake as possible. Buy something yellow once a month. Kiss your partner more often (consensually of course). Take a certain number of pictures of birds outside. 

With all my love, 

Your Tumblr Dad 

[awkward-walking-potato]

Can I request a Remy fic where he Comforts his kid who needs to have surgery soon and can't play the sports they like for a while cus of it? Yes this is daddy issues anon. You fill my heart with joy and whimsy. <3

And main reason I rq this is cus I have a surgery coming up and won't be able to play soccer so I'm coping how I can lol- love your writing!

Courage in the Cards

Remy LeBeau sat on the edge of his child’s bed, watching as they stared at the wall, trying to hide the worry that had been building over the past few days. Surgery was scheduled for next week, and the reality of it weighed heavily in the air.

"You okay, mon petit?" Remy asked softly, his signature Cajun accent gently laced with concern.

His kid—normally full of energy, laughter, and excitement—gave a small shrug, barely glancing his way. It wasn’t like them to be this quiet, and it broke Remy’s heart to see their usual spark dimmed.

"I know you’re scared," he continued, leaning in a little closer, "but it’s gonna be okay, chérie. I promise."

They turned to him, their eyes betraying the fear they were trying so hard to hide. "What if it hurts? And what if… what if I can’t play soccer anymore?"

Remy felt a pang in his chest. He understood how much soccer meant to them—it was their favorite sport, something they looked forward to every day. The thought of not being able to play, even for a while, was clearly weighing on their mind.

"You gonna play soccer again, I promise you dat," Remy said firmly, reaching out to brush a strand of hair from their forehead. "Might take a little time to heal up, but dat’s all. You’re strong, stronger den you know. Dis surgery—it’s just a bump in de road."

They bit their lip, their small hands fidgeting with the edge of the blanket. "But what if I’m not good anymore after? What if I can’t keep up?"

Remy smiled softly, leaning in closer, so their foreheads almost touched. "Now, listen here," he said, his voice low and warm. "LeBeaus? We don’t give up dat easy. You gonna heal up, and when you get back on dat field, you’ll be better den ever. It’s okay to be scared, but dat don’t mean you won’t come out stronger."

They stayed quiet for a moment, taking in his words, but he could still see the fear in their eyes.

"You know somethin’?" Remy said, pulling out a deck of cards from his jacket, shuffling them absentmindedly. "Sometimes, when I get scared—an’ yeah, even your ol’ man gets scared—I think about my cards."

He held the deck out, flipping through them. "Every hand we’re dealt, it’s got its challenges. But you play it smart, you play it with heart, an’ you’ll always come out ahead."

They watched him for a moment before speaking, their voice small. "So, I just have to play my hand?"

Remy smiled and nodded, placing the deck in their hands. "Exactly. You got de strength to handle dis, no doubt about it. And you ain’t alone. I’m gonna be right there, every step of de way."

His kid looked down at the cards in their hands, slowly shuffling through them as Remy had taught them. After a while, they looked up at him with a bit more resolve in their eyes.

"Okay," they said, though their voice was still soft. "But… will you stay with me? Before the surgery?"

Remy wrapped an arm around them and pulled them close. "You ain’t gettin’ rid of me dat easy," he chuckled. "I’ll be right by your side, mon petit. Always."

As they leaned into him, Remy felt a bit of the tension leave their small body. The road ahead wouldn’t be easy, but they had each other—and no matter what cards life dealt, they’d face them together.

[the-universal-sun]

More of the Grunkles in the Stan O' War? Whichever one you prefer to be little, idm.. (◕◡◕)

I went with a little Ford for this, we haven't seen him in a while! Sorry for taking so long to get to this anon, I hope you enjoy it if you're still here! Thank you for the ask!

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     "Avast ye, Matey! You'll never take the treasure of The Great Six-Fingered Scallywag!" Ford shouted, brandishing his wooden sword, its twin wielded by Stan. He wore an old captain's hat that kept tilting over to one side, making him all the more endearing in Stan's eyes. He and Ford were playing "Pirates" below deck to escape the rain outside. This game, a favorite of theirs when they were young, was brought back with Ford's regression, his headspace bringing back all the wonder and whimsy both twins pushed to the wayside as they grew older. Stan loves seeing how happy Ford is like this, how free he is. He never got to let go like this, not even as a child, societal and familial constraints forced him to grow up way too quickly. But here, on the open ocean where it's just the two of them and their boat, Ford can let go of shame and expectations, he can be Stan's little Buddy whenever he wants.

     "Oh I won't, will I? Well, that sounds like a challenge to me, The Deadliest Pirate in the Seven Seas, Eightball "The Slinger" Pines! Yaaaaa!" Stan shoots back, knocking his sword with Ford's, earning a giggle. Ford's eyes light up, filled with a playful mischief, and he knocks his back-harder-before backing up and pacing their cleared-out gallery with an exaggerated swagger, protecting his treasure from the Pirate in front of him. The treasure is, of course, Dr. Mittens who is dressed up in a fancy outfit Stan made for him, for an occasion such as this. He may have pricked his fingers more than once when sewing on choppy waves, but his twin never wants for much when regressed, so when he begged and pleaded for a "fancy outfit for Pirates" to be made for his plush, Stan had to oblige. And Ford's smile and answering hug were worth every bandage.

     They knock swords, each strike accompanied by an exaggerated "Hyah!", weaving around each other and giggling until they were breathless and slowing down. Stan's breathing was heavier than Ford's, his inner thoughts cursing his 30 years of greasy foods slowing him down. Ford's laughter, pure and free, brings a bright grin to his face, however, causing him to feel lighter than ever as he relishes this happy moment. Ford stops, eyeing Stan's panting form, and points his wooden sword at his chest, asking with all of the Pomp and Circumstance befitting a Little Pirate such as himself, "Do you agree to surrender and stop chasing after my treasure? If you do so, I may allow you to live and join my crew-" Ford smiles and holds back a giggle behind his hand-"swabbing the Poop Deck." He burst into a fit of giggles, the immaturity of his headspace getting to him. Stan takes his moment of distraction to move forward and gently tackle him into a mound of cushions, taking off Ford's Captain's hat and ruffling his hair.

     "Never Surrender! I shall reign supreme, Six Fingers!" They collapse into bouts of laughter, tears streaming down their faces from how hard they laugh. They slow down, eventually just sitting there, leaning against each other and catching their breath, breathing into the calm aftermath of their game. Stan knows the hard part is coming up, even if he can see Ford's eyes blinking slower and slower. It's nap time. Something Ford needs or else he'll be overtired grumpy and short-tempered the rest of the day, his energy depleting with his moods. Stan hopes that, since they played "Pirates", Ford will nap without protest.

     "Hey, Buddy?" Stan asks softly, Ford's head nestled into his shoulder.

     "Yes, Buddy?" came the soft response, Ford reaching over the bring Dr. Mittens to his chest.

     "You know what time it is-"

     "Nooooooooo!" Ford whined, a sign he was tired, and turned away from Stan, burying his head in a cushion.

     "C'mon, Bud, it's almost 1:30, we both know that's your nap time. Has been for months now. Let's get up and get some comfy clothes on, 'kay?" Stan asked gently, getting up with some cracks and grumbles about his knees and back.

     "But I'm not tired, I don't need'a nap!" Ford's pout was cute and all, but Stan knew better, he sees the slouch his brother has, and how slow his blinking's gotten. They do this same song and dance almost every other day-Stan's an expert at it by now.

     "Come on, Buddy, look at you. You're ready to sail away to Dreamland right now." Ford's still pouting-his cheeks read from Stan's childish words. Stan tries a different tactic. "Well, I know I wanna nap, and I can't sleep without my Sixer there to protect me from all those bad dreams." At this, Ford starts to look worried, biting his lip and staring at Dr. Mittens, as if he's having a silent conversation with the plush. Ford's protective of Stan, even when he's feeling small, and when he feels little, he believes that by sleeping next to Stan, he's fending off any nightmares that may come. It'd be really cute if it weren't true, but Stan knows his presence also chases away any of Ford's nightmares, so it's a win-win.

     It seems like Ford and his stuffy came to a decision, Ford dropping his head with a reluctant sigh, his defenses crumbling down at such infallible logic. "But we hafta sleep under my special blanket. Okay, Buddy?" Ford's referring to his weighted blanket decorated with constellations from both this dimension and ones he's seen from his interdimensional travels. Stan, of course, isn't going to deny him this, Ford loves that blanket and always asks to nap with it. Stan likes it too, if he's being honest, it's very cozy, especially sharing it with the living space heater named Ford.

     "Of course, Buddy. Now let's get you into some comfy clothes." Stan says, walking Ford into their room and heading to his "Little Drawer", the drawer in Ford's dresser where he keeps the majority of his "Little Clothes"-just things like pajamas, fuzzy socks, t-shirts, and sweat pants. Ford sets Dr. Mittens down on his bed-the one facing the door. Stan pulls out a soft, oversized t-shirt with Moby Dick patterned on it and a pair of soft, fleece lined sweats-the kind that felt like soft clouds against your skin. Ford squirmed a little as Stan helps steady him when he undresses, holding his arms up for Stan's help when he gets stuck putting on the shirt. "There we are, comfy and cozy, huh? 'S my turn to get cozy now, right?" And with a grin, Stan shucks off his pants and shirt, revealing his classic tanktop-boxers-combo, earning a disgusted look from Ford. He laughs, heading over to his drawers and pulling out a pair of lounge pants and a sweatshirt-letting Ford steady him and pull his shirt down over his belly. Little Ford likes feeling like he's helping, so Stan doesn't protest. He tweaks Ford's nose as a "thank you" and nudges him towards his nap tent.

     Ford giggles, warming Stan's heart, and he could all but see any remaining tension leaving his twin's shoulders. "You're welcome, Buddy." Stan helps Ford into the tent, laying him down on the pallet there, and grabs his glasses, putting them on the nightstand before grabbing both Ford's blanket and plush. He goes and climbs in the tent, depositing Dr. Mittens in Ford's arms and hauling the weighted blanket over both of them, tucking them in its warm embrace. He wraps Ford up in his arms. "Mmm, snuggly," Ford whispers, digging his body into the nest of blankets below him, the weighted one on top, and his brother's body on his side.

     “You’ll have the best dreams, Sixer. Just close those eyes,” he encouraged, brushing a few stray curls from Ford’s forehead. His brother, however, had already fallen asleep, his small snores reaching Stan's ears.

[confessionseddie]

2024 💖

tagged by @butchdiaz and @saryasy and @livingincolorsagain for a 2024 fic roundup (thank you!!) but since i didn't publish all that much fic i'll include some gifsets too just because i'm proud of them :) @cinematicnomad also tagged me in a 2024 in gifs roundup so i thought i'd combine the two 💕 bit late but hey.

AUGUST

most popular: buddie in 6x01 favorite: gayddie in season 6b my first proper gifset for 911 before i was even really in the fandom :) i still had 911 blacklisted while i was watching so i wasn't spoiled for anything, and watching eddie in s6b in particular felt like.... well, it made me want to actually make a gifset after the hobby had been soured for me for a while. also i think many now beloved mutuals found me through this post so 🫶🏻 thank you eddie

SEPTEMBER

most popular: eddie in 4x06 favorite: buck + it lingers for your whole life :)

OCTOBER

most popular: buck in 8x03 favorite: parameddie in season 8a honarary mention: eddie's hands in 8x04

FIC

kerosene (6.5k words, E) dear to my heart kerosene, which was as much a love letter to buck as it was a little bit of selfish catharsis-- i think i'll never write anything as good as this again and i'm completely fine with that.

NOVEMBER

i'm pretty sure this month rendered me temporarily insane. luckily i wasn't alone in that.

most popular: good cologne / hence the button down favorites: gossip eddie the sheer joy i felt making this and it only took me like two hours. i was genuinely smiling grinning chuckling kicking my feet the entire time. whimsy eddie forever and: bobbyeddie something i wouldn't really have thought to make myself but my dearest kasia suggested it and i thought. why the hell not. this gifset is probably the one that took the most effort out of anything i made last year but it was also the most gratifying in the end :) and the response i got upon posting was SO lovely i felt my heart warm for weeks after :')

FIC

groom (548 words, G) a drabble from a fic that will never see the light of day, probably. haha but i think i got all their voices right and it felt like an actual scene from the show which i was proud of considering i often struggle with dialogue. DIAZ (3k words, E) my most kudosed fic ever :) i reread this one myself all the time because it feels so cozy. i love when the words just pour out of me and buddie sort of write themselves. freaks 4 monogamy buddie my beloved risky (ryliver, 3.4k words, E) yeah. 🏇 did not expect anyone to even read this honestly lmao, considering i posted it anonymously. half writing challenge half blacked-out-watching-rg-dance-in-his-underwear kinda situation pulmonary (4.5k words, M) while this is not polished to perfection i still managed to write what i wanted to write :) i got some of the loveliest comments i've ever received on any of my writing here, too, so it was all worth it

DECEMBER

most popular: brat taming - a guide by eddie diaz favorite: the above forever and ever :) best thing i've ever posted.

some sap-- said it before, will say it again, this is the most fun i've had in fandom in years and years. i love coming here and posting my silly lil gifs and words, and i appreciate reading every single tag or comment or message anyone ever sends me or leaves under my stuff so thank you!! MWAH. 💋💋

[gatorlovebot]

find my king simon masterlist here and read from the beginning. also thank you to @alwaysshallow for the inspo for a scene, you'll know &lt;3

the travel was long, just like the secretary had warned, but the day was surely worth it. the train station was bathed in golden moonlight as it snowed soft, white flakes. you marveled at the whimsy of it all, the train station was quiet at this time of night, it just seemed so idyllic. as simon’s men unloaded all the luggage from the train cars, you took a moment to just take in the beauty around you.

-

“your highness?” the secretary questioned, noticing the king staring off after exiting the train car.

“yea’,” the king grunted, barely paying attention, eyes still focused out in the distance.

the secretary thought the king was taking in the scenery, the snow that was falling. snow hadn’t fallen yet back at the kingdom. “beautiful view, ay?”

the moonlight illuminated your features wonderfully, highlighting all of his favorite parts of you. your eyes looked tired from the long day, but your features were still so soft in the light. “yea’.”

-

you don’t expect much from this trip, you and simon are constantly surrounded by people, going from one place to another. the days are long and dreadfully boring, the only upside for you is the beauty of this new city. it makes you long for freedom. in all of your years of serving the king you had never felt trapped before, but unlike now, you felt like you had simon to lean on back then. now, not so much.

you began to resent your’s and the king packed schedule within the first few days of the trip, early mornings spent getting the king ready for breakfast with some politicians, and long, drawn out dinners with diplomats. you had no time to yourself, falling into bed immediately after being dismissed from simon’s quarters for rest. you and the king didn’t have much alone time either.

you had presented a challenge to him just days before your departure and you weren’t surprised that he had spent the last few days withdrawn from you. albeit frustrating, it was not an outright bad sign. you knew and understood that simon had difficulty knowing and expressing his feelings, and even though your patience was running thin with him, you didn’t want to give up on him completely. that bastard would always have a little piece of your heart reserved just for him no matter what he did.

your only reprieve of the trip came during your last full day, a diplomat having to cancel his post lunch meeting with simon last minute. simon’s secretary broke the news while you and the king were in the middle of a near silent lunch. you both had an early morning, the silence wasn't unwelcome.

“-now you have a few hours to yourself, your highness.” the secretary explained.

simon set down his fork, not even looking up at the secretary, instead fixing his gaze towards you, across the table from him. “would you like to take a walk with me? explore the city for a bit?” he requested.

it would be your first time being alone this entire trip, and even with your contentious moments the past few days, you don’t hesitate to say yes. you needed a break from meetings and meals with important people who barely even gave you a glance. and as much as you were conflicted about your feelings towards simon, you missed spending time alone with him.

you find a park not too far from the inn you're staying at and bundle up in heavy wools and scarves. luckily, it wasn’t snowing that day but the air was cool and crisp, making you tuck your nose into you heavy scarf. simon nudged you with his elbow as you two made your way towards the entrance of the park, you loop your arm through his easily, feeling his natural warmth through all of your layers.

you two are quiet for a while, just taking in the sights and sounds of the foreign city. no matter how much tension brewed between you two, how many sharp words you flung at each other, your time together never felt awkward. you could always lean on each other, no matter the circumstances. it was one of the reasons that made you think it might actually be love.

“how did you like it ‘ere?” simon broke the silence.

although you were starting to miss the familiar walls of the castle, you had to admit you were sad you were leaving this place tomorrow. it was new and different, a change you felt like you needed, but you barely got to experience any of it. “wish we had more time.” was all that you could say.

“yea’,” he agrees, thinking for a moment, “maybe we’ll come back in the spring, in time to see the flowers bloom.”

he says it so casually, yet full of conviction, we’ll come back. we we we. “we’ll come back?” you find yourself having to clarify.

“yea’,” he confirms, his footsteps coming to a halt. he looks down at you with a humorous smirk on his face, “think we deserve a bit of a vacation.”

your lips tugged up into a smile, feeling a familiar sense of fondness in your chest for the man stood beside you. but something nags at the back of your mind, spring? it was barely even november and he wanted to wait until the spring for a vacation. “why such a long wait?”

he seems caught off guard at your question, his eyebrows raising and his mouth opening without any sound coming out at first. good, you think. “well,” he starts, “you know how tightly my schedule is written, we both know there won’t be a substantial opening for months. there’s so much to do between now and then.

what you both know is that simon doesn’t know his own schedule, simon barely knows what he’s doing tomorrow. he leaves all the schedule stuff to you, you know what he’s doing on a daily basis. simon has never cared about sticking to his schedule, canceling plans and events he didn’t feel like going to just because he can. his old secretary used to scold you for allowing the king to get away with such childish antics, but it just meant you and the king got to spend more time together away from others.

how was he to know what was planned for him in the upcoming months? even if he did know, you would have liked to think that he would cancel whatever plans were stopping the two of you from getting away from the castle and your duties. as you to resume walking down the chilly path side by side you realize just how long you’ve spent waiting for him. waiting for him to change, waiting for things to be different. you had finally grown tired of waiting.

[alltimefail]

Happy Day 4 of Cast Appreciation Week to Yuyu Kitamura!

Yuyu is not on Tumblr (to our knowledge haha), but I’m singing her praises everywhere today! Thank you for everything you’ve given our fandom, Yuyu!

Our perfect Niko Sasaki, we love you so much! 💜💀🔎

Transcript of my letter below the cut!

Happy Cast Appreciation Week! October 23, 2024

From the moment we met Niko, I knew she would be one of my favorite characters; what I didn’t know was that you would become one of my favorite actresses as well! Your performance on screen was such a blast to witness, and I felt like the role of Niko fit you like a glove.

I’m sure you’ll be told this a lot today, but you radiate positive energy and your zeal is infectious. Niko's whimsy and delicate gentleness softened the edges of some of the more intense moments of the Dead Boy Detectives and filled a gap in the Agency that was desperately needed.

One thing she doesn't get enough credit for is how astute and intelligent she is. I loved watching your acting choices in scenes where Niko wasn't talking, but rather observing. The subtle expressions you would make; a quirk of an eyebrow, eyes shifting thoughtfully between whoever was talking (or arguing, in some cases), and the micro-reactions that believably didn’t draw the attention of the characters around her but were the perfect amount of notable for the audience and so on were simply brilliant. It felt like you breathed life into her, and that when you stepped into costume you transformed into a different person. She felt very authentic and believable, which made it easy to fall in love with her, and I couldn't imagine anyone playing her as perfectly as you did.

To me, the girls complete the agency: they shake things up and push our boys to not be so "Frozen in time," so to speak. They challenge the boys, but they also love them unconditionally in a way that neither is accustomed to, at least not so openly. If Crystal brings things like courage and self-reflection to the table, Niko brings heart and compassion. The show might be Dead BOY Detectives, but the alive girls that you and Kassius play are just as important.

As for us fans, sweet Niko brought so much joy into our lives and you played her immaculately. Her soft encouragements, her journey with grief, her immense kindness, her unshakable selflessness even in fear are inspiring to us... so thank you for the time and the love you put into her. Your work certainly reads, and we all are endlessly grateful. You’re a star!

You are our Niko, always and forever, and we will all be here to support you (and fight for you) in all your current and future endeavors.

All my love, Veronica “V” @ atfsims1

[radwhims]

Willa: I just love you too much.

Ivy: You loved me just right, mom.

💗

[afusiek]

Sims challenges i would love to do one day (can't promise tho)

Feel free to reblog or save as a list of challenges, im gonna gather them like pokemons and list here antyhing that catch my eyes

Also feel free to suggest your favorite or your own challenges to list here!

Various challenges:

Heart Signal Challenge By @lysiablrMy Freaky Roommates Challenge By @frozturtle

Elemental Sisters Challenge By @meggyreap

Last Plumbobs Left Challenge By @amandieu

Winx Challenge By @bblankt

Legacy challenges:

Whimsy Stories Legacy Challenge By @kateraed

Struck by Love Challenge By @fruitysimsy

Avatar Legacy Challenge By @kimbasprite

THE SEASONS LEGACY By @ginovasims

Vampire: The Masquerade edition By @anxiousmoodlet

Magical Bloodlines: A Familiar Legacy By @anxiousmoodlet

Family Jewels Legacy Challenge By @sugarcain-sims

Space Legacy Challenge By @simsandstrawberries

Shadow Moon Challenge By @simbonez

The joy of life Legacy Challenge by @simelune

BARBIE Legacy Challenge By @sims-himbo

Classic Not So Berry Challenge By @lilsimsie and @alwaysimming

Sorry for taggin you all but i wanted credit properly

[thewriteadviceforwriters]

Writing Prompt Challenge: Unexpected Encounters

Hey writerly friends!

Let’s spark some creativity with a fun writing prompt challenge! Here’s the prompt:

“Your character stumbles upon a hidden door in their favorite place. When they open it, they find something completely unexpected.”

Feel free to interpret this prompt in any way that inspires you! Here are a few guidelines:

Keep it short and sweet: Aim for 100-200 words.

Be creative: The more imaginative, the better!

Share your story: Post your response in the Google Form below.

I can’t wait to see what unexpected encounters your characters will have. Happy writing! 🌟

Upload Your Submission Here!

Hey fellow writers! I'm super excited to share that I've just launched a Tumblr community. I'm inviting all of you to join my community. All you have to do is fill out this Google form, and I'll personally send you an invitation to join the Write Right Society on Tumblr! Can't wait to see your posts!

[read-chill-wine]

Welcome to reviews of...

✨️Books Liz Loves that you should buy if you are in the US before the orange one takes office✨️

Warnings - slight spoilers, mention of misogyny, mentions of smut, a little bit of SJM criticism.

A/N - To those who may be disappointed, I do not discuss SJM as a person, deep plotholes, full character assassinations, etc. In short, I am not going in on glaring issues from this series or her writing. I have a huge post I have been working on for several months where I am addressing these things, but I will not be posting it until I have all the quotes and exact page numbers I am referencing.

The Banned Booklist

See Liz's original Banned Book Post here

As voted by so many of you, we're talking about the ACOTAR series today

**not my picture, but I'd do some bad things for these first editions. Mainly ACOFAS**

The ACOTAR series is a growing series of romantic fantasy, commonly called Romantasy, novels. The series centers around the three Archeron Sisters as they navigate a new life as made high fae after their own series of traumatic events. It spanned into a whole multi-verse connecting ACOTAR into Maas' beloved Throne of Glass and Crescent City series with many fans accrediting Feyre to being what saved both of those worlds as well. The argument has been made that without Feyre, Rhys would not have been freed to save Aelin. Without Feyre, Nesta would not have been made High Fae to collect the dread trove and help Bryce. This is something I do agree with since it does appear that everything in these three worlds is being shaped up to center around Rhysand's family and, in turn, Feyre. I am open to discussion on this, though!

Books 1-2 (the ones mainly beginning to fall under the book bans and challenges) center around the youngest sister, Feyre. In book one, A Court of Thorns and Roses, we open with Feyre hunting to help her family survive a hard winter. Feyre on this trip kills a wolf that turns out to be a high fae male (and unrated self-sacrificing hero) beginning our story. After this happens, the Archeron family is visited by 1 of the 7 High Lords of the fae lands, Tamlin, and she is forced to leave with him under the guise of a treaty between the fae and mortals.

We get to witness a delicious slow burn, almost enemies to lovers situation between Tamlin and Feyre that is littered with hints of something much more dangerous at play. The first book is filled with a lot of whimsy and reads like a very magical world fantasy novel where we see things like a night based in sex magic and fertility, holidays celebrating the arrival of the seasons, and the stunning scenery of the Spring Court. Without spoiling too much, Feyre's time with Tamlin in Spring comes to a very abrupt holt when we get our second glance into Rhysand and his discovery and confirmation of Feyre's existence in Spring and her relationship with Tamlin. Tamlin, in a delicious act of "I'm going to let the world burn for you," sends Feyre back home to the mortal lands for her protection.

Once Feyre discovers her man, male, something (depending on what SJM felt like calling the fae on that page) had been taken by the blight, Feyre gives chase, following him down under the mountain leading to us getting to meet the "Blight" Amarantha and the 3 challenges Feyre is forced to endure to free all of Prythian from the Queen Under the Mountain. Book one ends with Feyre's death and revival at the hands of the High Lords. The now high fae female meets with Rhysand, who may actually not be a bad guy, one last time before heading home with Tamlin to Spring.

Book two essentially picks up where books 1 leaves off. Feyre is back in Spring with Tamlin and struggling deeply. She is scarred from her time under the mountain and it shows through her outward appearance and inwards anxieties that we are a reader experience with her. I will be honest, A Court Of Mist and Fury is my least favorite of the series. I feel it was riddled with plot holes, character assassinations (Lucien, Feyre, and Tamlin) and I do feel SJM killed the very fantasy world based vibes she created with the Spring court once we as readers arrive with Feyre in Velaris. So, to cliff notes this, Tamlin turns into an abuser out of left field, Rhysand is Feyre's mate, they get dirty in some paint after Feyre gives Rhys some canned soup, and her sisters Nesta and Elain are turned High Fae after being kidnapped by Hybern after, and I cannot stress this enough, IANTHE not Tamlin IANTHE sells them out, they get thrown into the Cauldron, Feyre plays dirty little actress, has the King of Hybern (what's his actual name Sarah Janet) break her bargain bond with Rhysand, and we end up back with Tamlin in Spring.

From here, this series is filled with a lot of plotholes and twists that genuinely do not make sense, some poor character development, some good character development, some what the actual hell moments from Rhysand, and a beautiful story in A Court of Silver Flames that centers around Nesta and her growth and journey with addiction and mental health. In short, there are many good things and bad things SJM does, and while the hype around the books may be a little much, it is definitely earned. I do recommend this series to all of my friends in a reading slump.

ACOTAR has created a cult like following with readers ranging from their teens all the way to my 75 year old grandmother borrowing it from me and becoming a huge fan (she's a Helion girlie - I got my love of thighs from somewhere.) That fandom has spanned around the world with many readers in many time zones connecting on levels some argue has not been seen since the start of the Supernatural fandom.

The fandom is filled with controversy, love, drama, and some absolutely talented artists and writers who have all worked their booty off to keep the magic alive while we wait for what is going to be a high anticipated 6th book that many hope will be centered around the middle sister, Elain Archeron. It has helped a lot of readers get back into reading and has landed SJM on the list of top fantasy authors of all time *something I don't agree with. Romantasy, yes. Fantasy, no.*

SJM quickly became one of the most common newly banned authors in 2022-2023 lists with over 13 districts and states banning ACOTAR and ACOMAF with the rest of the series slowly beginning to trickle in. The reason these books are becoming challenged may not shock you all. The first and most common reason is smut. While ACOSF is definitely the most smut heavy, all of these books feature sex scenes. Are they the spiciest books I have ever read? No. Absolutely not. However, it has caused some pearl clutching, causing groups to question if they are appropriate for children and in public spaces. The second reason is ✨️magic✨️. The magic in the book shows "unchristian values" because, evidently, Jesus of Nazareth is the only person allowed to perform magic in books.

There are several common themes in banned romantasy books out side of smut and magic that many against censorship have brought up, and they do appear in the ACOTAR. The most common link in a lot of these novels is strong female leads. From Blood and Ash, Throne of Glass, the Hunger Games, and so many more have potential misogynistic views causing them to end up on these lists.

I don't have a golden way to wrap this one up. I love this series, especially for the fandom. I truly do. I have formed an amazing platform of friends, readers, moots, and connections I treasure dearly. It would genuinely break my heart if this book were to be banned from public libraries. It brings forth so much discussion and beauty, especially when you over look the bad.

[higgsboshark]

2025: Year of Enriching My Enclosure

Okay so I am V Excited because, inspired by this post, I've come up with a plan that's a cross between like, a New Years resolution and a choose your own adventure game.

Here's the plan: I wrote up a list of 100 different small, random challenges. Every day, I'm going to roll 2d10 to get a number and do whatever challenge I get.

The parameters I ended up with for the list:

Free or very cheap (max I think is like $10)

Must be doing or learning something new, no existing hobbies/projects

Relatively quick (mostly 20 minutes) or time flexible to accommodate work etc.

As many as possible involve going outside and/or interacting with humans

Nothing that feels like "self improvement," so no cleaning, health, or career-related tasks. Any personal growth is to be strictly a side effect of The Whimsy

They range from easy ("Walk backwards everywhere you go for 1 hour") to more complex ("Schedule a day to do crafts with a friend this week")

And of course, my personal favorite:

Image ID: Handwritten list entry on dot grid paper in purple ink. It reads: "80. Write a to-do list in the form of (roll d6)". Six options are listed below: limerick, haiku, sonnet, bredlik poem, evil wizard spell, callout post

Anyway I'll keep y'all posted on how it goes and please feel free to get in on it if you like the idea! Also if anyone wants the whole list I came up with let me know

I'm gonna make next year SO HECKIN WEIRD I can't wait