#ButterBot

[desiree-uk]

Butterbot is back! <3 Butterbot mod notes:

Description

Larger Patterns Panel increases the size of pattern thumbnails and the height of the patterns panel in Create a Style, Create a Sim, and Create a Bot. By default, the UI displays sixteen patterns at a time (four thumbnails x four rows). The mods enables the display of twenty-seven patterns at once (three thumbnails x nine rows).

Installation

Place mod into Mods/Packages folder.

To uninstall, remove mod from the Mods/Packages folder.

Requirements

A minimum screen resolution of 1920x1080 is strongly recommended. The bottom of the panel UI element will be off-screen at screen heights lesser than 1080px.

This mod was built and tested on patch 1.67.

Conflicts/Compatibility

The following resources are modified by Larger Patterns Panel. Mods doing likewise will cause a conflict.

LAYO 0x025C95B6-0x00000000-0x751448ABEBCD492C

LAYO 0x025C95B6-0x00000000-0x0A18231C4DBB9177

LAYO 0x025C95B6-0x00000000-0xBE89CAB9DEBCF5EE

Terms of Use

Do not redistribute.

All resources within this mod (including custom assets) may be edited as needed and included in UI mods/recolours provided that any resulting mods are freely distributed (no paywall, no early access) and include a link to back this page.

Toolset

S3PE

Photoshop CS6

Visual Studio Code

Download from MTS!

[simsync]

Cinnamon Toast for Elvis with the help of the @omedapixel canning station overrides and the butterbot canning station overhaul mod

Mmmm, Cinnamon Toast. After that, Ann-Margret made a chocolate spread with the cocoa beans that Elvis gave her. These two are loving the slow-pace of life in the country.

[rickandmortyscreenshots]

[robotsblog]

After a string of successful Kickstarter campaigns, Geek Club and CircuitMess have teamed up once again to launch an exciting new project: an AI-powered desk robot designed especially for Rick and Morty fans. Zagreb, Croatia - November 2024 - Geek Club and CircuitMess are thrilled to announce the official launch of their Kickstarter campaign for the Butter Bot, a revolutionary AI-powered robot inspired by the one made famous in the popular Adult Swim series, Rick and Morty, and first seen in season 1 episode 9. This innovative product is officially licensed by Warner Bros. Discovery Global Consumer Products (WBDGCP), bringing the iconic Butter Bot to life in a way fans have never seen before. From Screen to Reality: A Partnership That Is Bringing Butter Bot to Life A shared love of Rick and Morty show between CircuitMess and Geek Club teams led to this project. Both companies saw an opportunity to bring a beloved character to life in a way that was both true to the show and technologically innovative. They chose the Butter Bot because of its iconic status and potential for interactive, educational, and entertaining applications. By turning a simple butter-passing robot into a multifunctional AI companion, they aimed to create a product that would resonate with fans and tech enthusiasts alike, merging humor and functionality seamlessly. From Mars to Multiverse: The Next Chapter for CircuitMess and Geek Club The collaboration was a logical union of the two companies after the massive success of the previous Kickstarter - NASA Perseverance AI-powered Mars Rover. Both companies create educational STEM DIY kits for kids and adults in order to make learning STEM skills easy and fun. While CircuitMess is focused primarily on toys, Geek Club’s products are always robot and space-themed. "Partnering with WBDGCP on this project has been an exciting next step in our collaboration with Circtuit Mess, says Nico, co-founder of Geek Club, sharing his enthusiasm:  “The Butter Bot is a testament to what happens when creativity, technology, and fandom collide. We’re excited to see the support and engagement from the community as we launch our Kickstarter campaign." Geek Club is an American company that specializes in designing and producing DIY robotics kits that educate their users on soldering and electronics. They focus primarily on space exploration and robotics, all to make learning engineering skills easy and fun for their young and adult audience. https://youtube.com/shorts/0xKYokfst_s?feature=share Beyond Butter: Introducing the AI-Powered Butter Bot The Butter Bot is not just a simple robot with the sole purpose of passing the butter, as originally in the show. It comes with a unique remote controller that allows for precise maneuvering of its movement while also providing a live feed from the bot’s camera. The interactive robot has advanced AI capabilities, making it a versatile companion in any setting. "Bringing the Butter Bot from Rick and Morty into the real world has been an incredible journey,” says Albert Gajšak, CEO of CircuitMess, expressing his excitement about the launch: “We've poured our hearts into creating a product that not only honors the original character but also adds a whole new level of interactivity and functionality. We can’t wait to see how fans will use and enjoy it." To this day, CircuitMess has developed numerous educational products that encourage kids and adults to create rather than just consume. They successfully delivered 7 Kickstarter campaigns and made thousands of geeks worldwide extremely happy. CircuitMess' kits are a unique blend of resources for learning about hardware and software in a fun and exciting way. The Butter Bot Kickstarter campaign offers backers exclusive early-bird pricing and special rewards. For more information and to back the project, visit the Butter Bot Kickstarter page here (https://www.kickstarter.com/projects/albertgajsak/rick-and-mortytm-butter-bot-an-ai-powered-desk-robot),

or check out the  Geek Club and CircuitMess websites to see all their other kits. About Geek Club Geek Club is a crew of designers and engineers led by co-founders Nicolas Deladerrière and Nikita Potrashilin. Their mission is to build electronic construction kits for curious minds in over 70 countries worldwide. They are most often inspired by NASA and other Space Agencies of the world and hope to push their fans’ minds further, strengthen their skills, and advance their knowledge of electronics and Space. Their vision is to create a world of inventors for the next generation of technology with their space-themed STEM kits. Find out more at www.geekclub.com. Nicolas Deladerrière, co-founder of Geek Club Mail: nicodelad@geekclub.com About CircuitMess CircuitMess is a technology startup founded in 2017 by Albert Gajšak and Tomislav Car after a successful Kickstarter campaign for MAKERbuino. CircuitMess employs young, ambitious people and has recently moved to a new office in Croatia's capital, Zagreb, searching for talented individuals who will help them create unique electronic products and bring technology to the crowd in a fun and exciting way. Find out more at www.circuitmess.com. Albert Gajšak, co-founder and CEO of CircuitMess Mail: albert@circuitmess.com About Rick and Morty Rick and Morty is the Emmy® award-winning half-hour animated hit comedy series on Adult Swim that follows a sociopathic genius scientist who drags his inherently timid grandson on insanely dangerous adventures across the universe. Rick Sanchez is living with his daughter Beth’s family and constantly bringing her, his son-in-law Jerry, granddaughter Summer, and grandson Morty into intergalactic escapades. Rick and Morty stars Ian Cardoni, Harry Belden, Sarah Chalke, Chris Parnell, and Spencer Grammer. About Warner Bros. Discovery Global Consumer Products Warner Bros. Discovery Global Consumer Products (WBDGCP), part of Warner Bros. Discovery’s Revenue & Strategy division, extends the company’s powerful portfolio of entertainment brands and franchises into the lives of fans around the world. WBDGCP partners with best-in-class licensees globally on award-winning toy, fashion, home décor and publishing programs inspired by the biggest franchises from Warner Bros.’ film, television, animation, and games studios, HBO, Discovery, DC, Cartoon Network, HGTV, Eurosport, Adult Swim, and more. With innovative global licensing and merchandising programs, retail initiatives, and promotional partnerships, WBDGCP is one of the leading licensing and retail merchandising organizations in the world.   

[bakafurai]

drawing i did last year that basically summarised my thoughts on chapter 2 of rain code lmao,,,, I went from hating desuhiko to loving him real quick.

and yes. it was very much because of the kokobolt moments. I regret nothing.

[omedapixel]

»» 2024 SIMBLREEN GIFTS PT 1 ««

Canning Jars Default Replacement

Happy Simblreen!! I started these last year and only just now finished them lol. I have one other gift for you guys that´ll be coming later!

This replaces the mesh and textures of the jam/preserve jars that come with the canning station. It IS compatible with Butterbot's overhaul and I would reccomment installing that mod also! (although you can use this replacement without it if you so choose)

I did NOT include the textures for meal rations sorry, I just find the idea of an entire cheeseburger stuffed into a jar a little too silly! I'd like to make an updated version of Butterbot's mod one day that includes a new mesh for rations.

Place this in your OVERRIDES folder!

» DOWNLOAD HERE

If you like more historical/medieval gameplay, stay tuned over on my sideblog @omedievalpixel cause I´ll be releasing another version there shortly!

[simaginary-friend]

Mods to enhance Sims 3 store content to go with my video

Cupcake by nraas

Bakery Register Overhaul by fantuanss12

Produce Stand by ani

Canning Station Overhaul by Butterbot

Old Mill Tea Set Revamped by SimTangerine

The Savvier Seller by ani

Objects for the Savvy Seller Collection by Around The Sims 3

Business As Unusual Bistro by ani

Pasteurize Milk Mod by Twinsimming

MudBathTub + Standalone Sauna by Arsil

Professional Massage Table by Arsil

Hang Ten by mspoodle

;)

[varanere00]

Royal Beasts my take #4

Scar reached out to carefully run his claws through Grians hair where he slept, his face smushed into Scars chest. They had stayed at the Perimeter til late in the evening, Grian and Doc playing around on the ButterBots for most of that time. Now, back at the castle, Grian had crashed hard after his shower. Crashed right into Scar that is, who had been lounging on the kings bed.

A soft smile played around Scars lips as he studied Grians sleeping face. After recovering from the startling experience that was suddenly finding himself in the middle of a huge hole, Scar had watched most of his summoners antics from the safety of Cubs arms. The amount of power and prowess his summoner had shown even in a playful environment was dazzling. It called to Scar, made him want to serve this powerful entity with his whole being.

He had been taking such good care of them too- Scar thinks this is the most people he's ever had to eat in such a short time frame, not to mention the amount of diamonds and cake he's been fed. Magic too, so much rich, dizzying, enticing, delicious magic. Scar is practically bursting with it, feeling it throb hot and ready within him.

Grian would understand them, he's sure of it.

"Don't." Cub clicks, interrupting Scars thoughts. "I can see you getting attached from here. Don't."

"But he's so much like us!" Scar protests, still running his claws through Grians hair.

"You're tired. Let's talk about this tomorrow, when we both have a clear head." Cub clicked, floating over to the bed and curling up next to Scar.

---

The next morning does not change Scars mind.

"We could have a good thing here!" Scar clicks at Cub during breakfast.

"We should find a way to off him and take back our freedom." Cub replies.

--- "He lets us eat people! Gives them to us to eat even!" Scar protests later, on the way to the library.

"He is using us to further is own agenda." Cub clicks back. "Distract him if he starts looking for me, I'm going to see what I can find on his kind of magic in here." Cub phases through a bookshelf and is out of Scars sight before he can reply.

Scar pouts about this, but does distract Grian when he gets bored in his meeting so he doesn't wonder where Cub went. The scalp scritches he gets from this only partially influenced his decision.

---

"He doesn't even see us as people." Cub brings up later that night, while Grian is busy preening his wings. Both Vex have taken up residence on the edge of the beds swooping and ridiculously high canopy. Scar approves of it, the pillars that hold it up are great for both climbing on and wrapping around seductively.

"We could tell him." Scar immediately shoots back. "Really!" he counters Cubs skeptical look. "He would still take care of us! Have you seen him with his Withers? Noone-"

"And who is to say he wouldn't just break us and keep us as mindless beasts?" Cub asks. "No, telling him is too risky."

"Yoohooo, Cat, Bunny, its bath time! And lets figure out if those wings of yours need preening." Grian calls from below, ending their discussion.

---

Bath time was not the problem. Scar enjoyed splashing about the ginormous tub Grian had in his bathroom, piling bubbles high, blowing them in everyone's faces, splashing water everywhere and generally being a nuisance. No, the issue was what came after.

"Come here Cat." Grian plopped down on the bed, motioning for Scar to join him. "Lets take a look at those wings, see what we're dealing with." He put down a book and opened it to a page depicting diagrams of different kinds of wings.

"Cat?" he looked up to where Scar hovered frozen.

My wings, Scar thought. He wants to touch my wings.

Its not like Grian had never touched either of their wings. Given how Scar had a habit of draping his entire body on him, accidental touched and little brushes were unavoidable. But he had never purposefully handled either of their wings.

"Go on then. You trust him, don't you?" Cub challenges from above. And yet, Scar still hesitates. Hesitates to put the literal manifestation of his soul and flight ability, given shape through magic, into the hands of his summoner.

"Get down here Cat." Grian grouses, obviously impatient. Slowly Scar descends, not being able to disobey a direct order given by his summoner. As slowly as he can justify as still obeying, he floats down until he is face to face with Grian. Who just grabs him by the shoulder and turns him around. Before reaching out to grab his wings and spread them wide.

Scar jolts at the contact.

"Stay." comes the firm command from behind him and Scar is trapped.

"Hrmmm..." Grian theatrically hems and haws from behind Scar, holding up his book, trying to match Scars wings to anything in it.

"Why don't you lot have feathers? Feathers make preening so much easier!" Grian is running his hands over the base of Scars wings, his hot touch searing electric lines that blaze in the wake of his hand onto Scars skin. "Not even down fluff, just skin, all skin! I have no idea what to DO with any of this!" He still hasn't stopped petting Scars wing. The magic bubbling out of him, the faint pricks of Grians claws sliding over such sensitive skin has shivers running over Scar, has him tense and ready to snap physically and yet melting to utter mush mentally.

Just the bits of magic permeating through the barrier of Grians skin onto the sensitive membranes of Scars wings have his mind spinning and his instincts crooning in delight.

Scar physically collapses into Grians arms as magic and instinct pull him under the waves of his own mind, open, empty and pliant.

---

Scars next memory is of Cub petting his hair. Soft sunlight bathes them in a golden glow. Even softer sheets surround them. The scent of purple ozone that makes the brain itch when one thought about it too much hung in the air. Cub is quietly clicking a litany of 'come back to me's and 'wake up's, magic gently and lovingly woven into each one.

Scars mind returns to him slowly, like rising from the molasses of a good dream.

"Hmmm." he manages out, then snuggles deeper into Cubs arms. He's so relaxed, he wants to enjoy this soft floating feeling a bit longer.

"You've been out for three days" Cub whispers. "I've been trying to wake you up every chance I got." Cubs voice is hollow, in a way Scar has never heard before. That's not right. Cub should not be sounding so hollow, so sad. He should be happy!

Scar goes to say as much, only to discover that speaking requires too much effort. Instead he sighs and continues to enjoy the soft fluff left in his body and mind.

"I thought I lost you." Cub whispers next to him. Whispers, not clicks. The wobble of a barely suppressed sob is glaringly obvious to Scar.

'I'm here' he clicks to Cub. His pack should not be crying. There is nothing to cry about! He's so nice and relaxed floating on the high of... his ... summoners..... magic.

---

Scar jerks upright with a gasp, heart pounding out of his chest. Cub, next to him, takes in the golden, scarred skin, the chocolate brown hair and emerald green eyes. His Scar is truly back. Cub had shifted out of his vex forward form himself, silvery blue giving way to pale skin and black hair. It's not a wise thing to do, what with Grian still sleeping peacefully next to them. He needed this though, needed to see with his own eyes that Scar had not been wiped away like yesterdays equations on a chalk board.

Scar was here, he was whole, in his arms, Scar was here. He had not been turned into a Scar shaped void, a living corpse of his other half that he would have to see every day until he finally got them free of this mess.

Unshed tears of the past three tense days finally fall from Cubs lashes as he buries his head in Scars neck.

---

Their argument was not over after this.

Scar insisted it was an accident, willing to trust that Grian, if told what he had done, would not repeat the actions.

Cub was out for blood. He spent every minute he was willing to leave Scar alone with Grian combing the library looking for something. He never said what. Scar did not need to know.

---

"We should tell him. That we're, you know, people." Scar clicked, as they floated to breakfast the next morning. "Think about it. I'm sure he wouldn't be mad at us for hiding it, and then we could tell him when-" "No." Cub cut him off. "We kill him, and the get the hell out of dodge." Scar had Cub pinned to the nearest wall, claws circling his throat before he was even aware he had moved. Cub immediately relaxed in his grip. Scar slowly lowered his hand when Cub didn't push the issue once pinned.

"Let's not be so hasty about it. I'm sure we can work out something that all sides can agree on, yes?" Scar put on his most winning salesman smile.

"I'm sure." Cub said, completely deadpan. Scar knew he would continue to plot against their summoner, and was happy to let him do so, so long as he didn't voice those thoughts and get Scars instincts all twisted up.

---

"Hey Scar." Cub had just returned from his nightly trip to the library, leaving only after Grian fell asleep and returning well before he awoke. "I might have something. Nothing... final, but a way to... hold him should we need it."

"We won't." Scar argued. "Can't you see, he only has our best interest at heart! He may be a little confused on what that is, but hes trying!"

"Scar. He nearly wiped your brain clean by accident. We need to be as far away from him as we can." Cub was not listening to Scar. "But Cubbie, that's exactly why we need to talk to him! You know, talking, using our words, to tell the summonerman what we need, what we want-" Cub bodily slamming him down on the bed put an abrupt halt to the charm Scar was weaving with his words. The rage clouding Cubs face actually had increased with each magic laced word.

"Don't."Cub snarled. "Not for him. Not when he nearly cost me you." Fury blazed high in his eyes as he met Scars. Shuffling from the other side of the bed drew their attention. Grian had woken up.

Scar went lax under Cub, conceding his defeat to not having won over Cub, and not wanting to prolong their fight. Grian didn't like it when they fought. He would fret over them, and that made Cub nervous. Cub had been staying as far away as possible from Grian ever since the wing incident.

Scar whined out a high ton as Cub let him go and returned to the far side of the room. He hated fighting with pack. This was far from the first time they had gotten into an argument, not even the first of this magnitude, but he still hated being at odds with pack.

---

"I still trust him!" Scar was hissing his clicks, pinned down by Cub against the office wall.

"We will be better off once he's dead!" Cub shot back, teeth snapping dangerously close to Scars skin.

"Alright, that is IT, I have had it with you two!" Grian stood up from his desk. "If you cant get along, then so be it." He marched off, briskly motioning for his Vex to follow. Both of them did with some trepidation.

Grian marched silently through the halls of the castle until he got to the menagerie. There, he made a bee-line for a certain room. Scar recognized it immediately. It was the room where they had first woken up, where they kept most of their clothes, where he had built a den out of every bolt of silk he could get his hands on.

"If you two won't behave and get along, then I guess this is the only solution." Grians magic spread throughout the room, raising a wall up in the middle of it. Right between Scar and Cub.

"I guess I'm just going to have to separate you." Grians words echoed through Scars head as the magic did a final pass, coating the wall. The door fell shut, muffling his senses and cutting off his Bond with Cub.

He could no longer feel his other half.

Scar fell to his knees and wailed.

[plumfrogs]

Main CAS CC/Fix Mods that I use in TS3:

UI Overhaul: Sakura theme

Skins: on this post

DF hair replacements: (From MaryJanesims) here

Game Fixing Mods:

NRAAS : Overwatch, Cupcake, Careers, Register, Story Progression, Dresser.

Baby Changing Station (Don't put down baby)

Butterbot's Canning Station Overhaul

Safe bonfires

Ohrudi Sims Routing fix (also use the pets version)

Shimrod's cave fix (need to register to DL)

G-word replacement (fortune teller caravan)

Industrial Oven Overhaul

University Visual fixes

[shadyfestivalperfection]

Arc Reactor Baby~Oneshot

Summery: Tony found out that y/n is pregnant, and ever since he found out he started ‘Operation: Arc Reactor Baby’

Characters: Tony Stark x pregnant reader

||Master List||

The bathroom was silent.

Well—except for your heartbeat thudding in your ears and the quiet lapping of ocean waves Friday was kindly playing in the background.

There it was. On the marble counter. Two pink lines.

You held the test like it might detonate.

Pregnant.

You were pregnant. With Tony Stark’s child.

You took a slow breath, tried not to throw up, then laughed nervously. “Oh my god.”

Friday’s voice chimed gently. “Shall I notify Mr. Stark?”

“No!” you blurted. “I mean—no. Not yet. Let me just… I need to tell him myself. Calmly.”

“Would you like to run through calming breathing exercises?”

You covered your mouth. “I’m married to a billionaire genius Avenger and we accidentally made a baby. No breathing exercise is going to help with that.”

Friday hummed. “Noted.”

You didn’t tell Tony right away.

Not because you didn’t want to—but because you needed to mentally prepare for him. The moment he heard “baby,” he was either going to shut down like a blue-screened Windows 95 or go full Iron Dad mode.

Two days later, you found your moment.

You walked into the lab while he was tinkering with a miniaturized arc reactor, his glasses slipping down his nose.

“Hey, genius,” you said, voice light.

He glanced up, grinning. “Hey, gorgeous. Come to seduce me while I’m elbows-deep in synthetic energy?”

“Maybe,” you said, stepping up and leaning on the worktable. “Or maybe I’ve got a surprise.”

He straightened. “A surprise? Did you finally agree to let me build the coffee robot? Because I have blueprints—”

“I’m pregnant.”

The moment froze.

Literally. Tony’s face blanked. The arc reactor in his hand clattered to the floor. He didn’t react.

“Tony?” you said carefully.

“…Pregnant?”

You nodded.

“With… my baby?”

“Unless you’ve got a clone running around, yes. Yours.”

He stared at you for another three seconds before—

“Friday!” he bellowed, practically tripping over his chair. “Clear all schedules. Reschedule all meetings. Cancel MIT guest lectures. Divert satellite data. Begin Operation: Baby Protocol.”

You blinked. “Wait, wha—?”

“Step one!” Tony shouted, dashing to a console. “Reinforce all furniture. Begin modifications to the tower for baby-proofing. And—oh god, the sharp corners. Why do we have so many corners?!”

You covered your mouth in both horror and laughter.

“Tony, breathe—!”

“Too late,” he said dramatically. “I already forgot how. Friday, locate oxygen tank.”

You dragged him to the couch, pulling him into your lap.

He wrapped his arms around you like a blanket burrito. “You’re really… we’re really doing this?”

You smiled. “We are.”

He was quiet for a moment. Then:

“I’m going to be the most extra dad in the history of fathers.”

You snorted. “That was never in question.”

The next day, the chaos truly began.

You woke up to a robotic voice chirping, “Good morning, Y/n! Would you like some omega-3-rich chia toast?”

You blinked at the hovering breakfast tray. “Tony, what the hell?”

Tony peeked in from the doorway. “Meet Butterbot 2.0—optimized for pregnancy nutrition delivery. I programmed him using your food cravings from the last 72 hours.”

You stared at the toast. “…How do you know I was craving chia toast?”

He winked. “Security cams, baby.”

“You surveilled me?!”

“I monitored your needs lovingly. Big difference.”

You sighed. “Tony…”

He walked over, kissed your forehead. “You carry the baby. I carry the stress.”

And oh, did he mean it.

By Week 8, he had:

Designed a temperature-controlled pregnancy pillow.

Banned stairs (“Why walk when you can hover?”).

Upgraded the Tower’s AI to play lullabies on command.

Tried to invent a womb-safe ultrasound drone (it exploded).

You loved him. So much. But when he started designing an AI-powered diaper-changing exosuit, you drew the line.

“Tony, if you put a diaper on a baby using repulsor tech, I will tase you.”

He raised his hands. “Noted. Back to the drawing board.”

By your second trimester, you were showing—and Tony insisted on throwing a “Stark Baby Reveal Bash.”

You had to beg him not to shoot the gender into the sky with fireworks.

Instead, you compromised with a cozy get-together at the Tower. It was… still ridiculous.

Natasha brought matching baby black-ops booties. Clint brought a tiny bow and arrow set. Bruce gave you a homemade science-for-babies kit.

And Steve? Steve blushed as he handed you a box of handmade onesies embroidered with little Captain America shields.

Tony stared at them. “Really, Rogers? Indoctrinating my child into your propaganda already?”

Steve shrugged. “Better than growing up in a lab.”

You placed a hand on Tony’s chest. “He’s going to have both.”

Tony’s heart softened, eyes locking with yours.

“And… they’re going to know they’re loved.”

One night, curled up with you under the soft Tower lights, Tony murmured, “You think they’ll like me?”

You turned your head. “What?”

He was staring at the ceiling, blinking slowly. “Our kid. What if they… I don’t know. Think I’m too much? Or too flawed?”

You placed a hand over his arc reactor, the soft hum syncing with your heartbeat. “Tony, they’re going to think the world starts and ends with you. Because it does. For me.”

He swallowed.

“…I love you.”

“I know,” you smirked. “You’re not subtle.”

He kissed you, long and slow, and whispered, “What do we name a kid who’s part chaos, part brilliance, and all heart?”

You whispered back, “Stark.”

At 32 weeks, you had a scare—some sharp pain, dizziness, and a moment of panic.

Tony completely lost his mind.

He carried you to the lab bridal-style, yelling for Bruce and medical scans and demanding Friday launch every medical protocol in the book.

You lay on the med bed, laughing between contractions.

“It’s Braxton Hicks, babe. False labor.”

Tony paced like a man ready for nuclear war. “Define false! You nearly fainted! That’s not false! That’s real enough for DEFCON 1!”

You reached for his hand. “Tony. I’m okay. The baby’s okay.”

He looked like he might cry.

Then he dropped to his knees, forehead against your belly. “Okay. Okay, little Starklet. You scared your old man.”

You stroked his hair. “He or she’s just practicing their dramatic entrance.”

Tony chuckled. “That’s my kid.”

It happened fast.

One moment you were asleep. The next? Water broke. Pain. Chaos.

Tony was up in .02 seconds. “Friday! Assemble the medical team! Cue the playlist! Begin Operation: Push Protocol!”

“Tony—”

“I packed the bag. I built the pod. I installed the anti-anxiety field in the delivery room. We’re good!”

“WHAT?”

He didn’t answer. He was too busy helping you into the hover-car.

—

Twelve hours later, through tears and laughter and screaming and swearing, a cry echoed through the private Tower birthing suite.

Your baby.

Your child.

Tony stood frozen. “…That’s her?”

You nodded through tears. “Yeah.”

He looked at you, then back at the tiny, crying bundle in the nurse’s arms. When they handed the baby to him, he just stared, awestruck.

Then—softly—he whispered, “Hi. I’m your dad. Sorry in advance. I’m gonna mess up a lot.”

The baby yawned.

Tony melted.

You’d never seen him cry before—not like this. Not the silent, trembling kind of tears that come when a broken heart begins to heal.

A week later, you were home.

Well, in the Tower nursery. Which had:

Temperature-controlled walls.

A lullaby system triggered by heart rate.

A glowing night sky ceiling painted by Tony himself.

You held your baby against your chest while Tony lay beside you, watching both of you like you were made of starlight and glass.

“She’s perfect,” he whispered. “Like you.”

You kissed his temple. “She’s loud like you.”

He grinned. “She has good taste.”

You both watched as the baby dozed off.

Tony reached over, touched her tiny hand. “I never thought I’d get this.”

“You deserve it.”

“I don’t know what I’m doing.”

“You’re already doing it.”

He pulled you close, eyes glassy. “Promise me something?”

“Anything.”

“Don’t ever leave me.”

You cupped his cheek. “Never. You and me? We’re a team. Always.”

A year later, you watched Tony build your daughter Natalie a suit of foam armor for her first Halloween.

She giggled, clapped her hands, and called him “Dada!”

Tony nearly passed out.

You leaned against the doorway, arms crossed. “You’re building her an Iron Baby suit.”

He turned with a smirk. “Correction: I’m building her the Iron Baby suit.”

“…How many weapons does it have?”

“Zero.”

You raised a brow.

“Okay, one. But it’s just confetti.”

You laughed, walking over to kiss him. “You’re ridiculous.”

He held your waist. “I’m a dad. It’s in the job description.”

You looked at your family—the man you loved, the child you made together.

And you knew, with absolute certainty:

This was your favorite version of Tony Stark.

The genius. The chaos.

The husband.

The father.

Your forever.

-the end

[go-learn-esperanto]

I can't get over this part of Doc's episode where after the fight Doc and Ren leave the conversation they were having with the Buttercups, and while they're leaving you can hear the Buttercups have the most 1 braincell conversation I've ever heard. It's like the ending of a comedy show I'm crying

[3simsblr]

Glow in the dark stars

A couple options for glow in the dark stars, like we had in our childhood bedrooms!

Star Projector from Around the Sims 3

Glow-in-the-Dark Stars Wall Decal by Butterbot

[simsync]

Omedapixel's Canning Override. BEHOLD! The Butterbot mod is finally working. Rejoice! It took some doing, and a lot of rearranging of the Mods folder and a new ccmerged file and here we have the beautiful result!

From left to right: cheese spread, garlic confit, and scrambled eggs. I still have to do a cinnamon spread, lobster bisque, and chilis. More fun gameplay with this new mod to come.

[toadifylackoffantasy]

12-15 😊

Thanks!!!!

12. what is the last screenshot you took?

Fawning over Butterbot's CASt mod and Bianca as a fairyqueen

13. what do you do when you are unmotivated?

Unmotivated? For sims stuff? Hu?

If I am unmotivated for one thing, I just do another.

14. who is your current favorite sim?

Oh, I wonder who. Surely not the golden haired freckly muscly monarch gracing every couple posts.

15. who is your current favorite sim that is not by you?

Of the top of my head: I love @suteflower's Jasper (the model for the more femme male frame stuff) and @justanothersimsblog's Seraphine.

[robotsblog]

Sieh dir diesen Beitrag auf Instagram an Ein Beitrag geteilt von Robots-Blog (@robotsblog) https://circuitmess.com/pages/butter-bot-teaser

[bakafurai]

pov i am about to boop you