#making money challenge

[honeybobsims]

Four sets of sims from various challenges I have made or tried in the past few months. Usually nothing sticks or I find a legacy that catches my attention more. We have: Eevee from the Eeveelution challenge by bluupxels Whose challenge ended when visitors came by to stay for a while and never left and drove me crazy. They were there for more than two weeks!

Melonie from the Sugar Rush Macaroon legacy by candlelightsimmer Whose challenge ended shortly after she adopted the human twins of the vampire Caleb Vatore and his now vampire wife Candy Behr. Kenna Amarantha from my Darklight webcomic/story series, yes she shares the same name as my self-insert sim, and her pegasus horse Lumina. Still playing this one from time to time but not as often. This was mostly to test out the new pack.

And lastly, my Making Money sim challenge sims. They are a Dwarf and Draenei from World of Warcraft, belonging to my fiance and myself respectively. I gave up on the challenge because the household became too big to manage while making money. lol

[ohkate]

Mickey Milkovich is not dumb.

[iamaya03]

blue collar!patrick + white collar!art. they work their asses off to make sure you don't have to lift a single finger apart from the housework you insist on. art works in finance and patrick takes whatever his boss gives him whether it's construction, mechanics, or lumber.

patrick leaves for work earlier than art at the ass crack of dawn so when he has to go and you both are still sleeping, he presses a kiss to your forehead and gives art's hand a squeeze before his work boots are lightly thumping across the floor. he starts up his truck and heads off with the lunch and thermos you packed him the night before in the passenger seat.

art wakes up a little later in less of a rush with you following shortly after. he has the time to make you both a coffee and get dressed in his crisp white shirt you ironed for him while he was showering. the subway ride from your suburban home in new rochelle to wall street was a little over an hour, so art always took a book with him to read on the way with his music. the reason why he didn't have a car was because he liked that hour to himself with the rattle of the subway tracks vibrating underneath him.

patrick's shift starts at seven in the morning and ends at five in the afternoon. the ten hour work day of physical labour often leaves him exhausted, so you always have a cold beer ready for him in the fridge and your manicured nails to soothingly comb through his hair while he relaxes on the couch. art leaves work at five as well after a nine o'clock start but takes longer to get home due to the subway ride. it's around six thirty by the time the three of you are all finally together again.

you serve them a hot dinner with a drink of their choice (art's was usually whiskey, patrick's was another beer) and talk about their day. afterwards, they thank you and pepper you with kisses before patrick hits the shower while art helps with the dishes.

it's a simple domestic life. one full of commitment, care, and an overwhelming amount of love for each other.

[mikakuna]

watching superhero shows just makes me so jealous that jason will never get good treatment from writers or producers. he has so much potential that directors should be tapping into if they wanna make serious bank. i'm sick of all the good guy who doesn't kill bullshit like can we please get more interesting. and then on top of all this, pattinson's second batman movie is probably just gonna be about him and dick like FUCKKK i'm already asleep

[vaggieslefteye]

ᴍᴀᴋᴇ ᴍᴇ ᴄʜᴏᴏꜱᴇ ↳ anonymous asked: HUSK and ALASTOR or angel and valentino?

[lynzishell]

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San Sequoia – One Month Later

Asher: There’s still a lot to do, but it’s coming together, slowly but surely. How’ve you been feeling? [Iris: Not bad. Considering how sick I was with Spencer, this pregnancy is a walk in the park.] Asher: Thank goodness for that.

[Iris: Are you coming back before the holidays?] Asher: Yeah, we’ll be back there in a few days, but remember, we’re spending Harvestfest at Phoenix and Dawn’s this year. Li is gonna be there too, so in a way, it’s like our first holiday with our twins. [Iris: God, they’re due in, what, like eight weeks? Are you terrified yet?]

Asher: Completely. But honestly, we’ve been so busy that it’s kept us distracted from panicking too much. And we’ve been going to some parenting classes while we’re out here, so we’re feeling more confident now, I think. [Iris: You’re gonna do great.] Asher: Thanks. I hope so.

[Iris: Oh, I almost forgot, are you planning to come to Spencer’s birthday party?] Asher: Oh yeah, I’ll be there. [Iris: What about Atlas?] Asher: I’m not sure, you’ll have to ask him. Hold on.

Asher: Hey, Iris needs to talk to you. Atlas: One sec, I’m almost done. Asher: What are you doing? Atlas: Installing the mobile on Sadie’s crib. Asher: Are you sure you’re doing it right? Atlas: [shrugs] Worked on the other one.

Atlas: Hello? [Iris: Hey, I’m planning Spencer’s birthday party, and I need to know if you’ll be there.] Atlas: Oh, um… Is Ezra going?

[Iris: Yes, he is, so if you decide not to go, that’s up to you, but then you’re the one that will have to explain to my daughter why her favorite person in the world won’t go to her birthday party.]

Atlas: No, I’ll go. [Iris: You’re sure?] Atlas: I’m sure. I wouldn’t miss it. [Iris: Okay. Thank you.]

Asher: I’m glad you’re going. Atlas: I can’t avoid him forever, right? Asher: Right.

Asher: How’d your appointment go this morning? Atlas: I don’t know. Virtual sessions always feel weird, but I guess it was okay. I don’t really feel like talking about it. Can we just focus on putting the nursery together? Asher: Sure.

Atlas: Thank you.

[duusheen]

The Job

[simmersofia]

Gary Chaser (he/him, goofball, lactose intolerant, non-commital)

Gary Chaser’s got a shaker in one hand and a dream in the other: to open the slickest rock ’n’ roll bar Tiny Town’s ever seen. Think chrome barstools, checkered flooring, and a bowling lane that glows under neon lights. A true 50s devotee with a flair for mixing cocktails and breaking hearts, Gary’s charm is as smooth as his signature old fashioned. He’s not exactly the settling-down type—but maybe, just maybe, there’s someone out there who can keep up with his rhythm and convince him to stay for the last dance.

[kateksmallcuteowl]

3/6 Otto von Chriek for @helenvader and @greensmo Bonus: some ✨salamanders✨

P.S. Hope you like him:)

And even more light and salamanders🌚🌝 Moist, beware of them reading someone’s confidential information!

[dimity-lawn]

[astracora]

A Mandated Holiday Break - Chapter 7

Characters: Sylus x gn!mc (poly lads)

Warnings: None

Word Count: 1554

Written: 22nd December 2024

Notes: Post-relationship Sylus/MC-centric but poly LADs, with my personal pov of the game and lil headcanons littered in.

Chapters: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11

Masterlist AO3

He's been relegated to picking up supplies. You'd thrust a list at him that morning, and he'd almost seen a tail behind you, flicking and curling like a question mark.

It isn't the first time you've had him wrapped around your finger, requesting his assistance. Normally you only ask when you're sick, desperate for supplies and he's available. (He'll always be available.)

Still, this time you've handed him a list for crafts, shoved him from his own base, and you peppered his face in kisses before he can even respond or argue. 

Not that he would, but he wishes you would at least come shopping with him. He's found himself enjoying the domesticity of you puttering around aisles while he pushes a trolley. If he takes his eyes off you, you'll steal the trolley and go skidding down an empty aisle.

Which is how he stands now, in the living room of his base, hands full of arts and crafts supplies, while he stares at a tree he doesn't remember buying.

It's twinkling with lights half done, but otherwise it bears no decoration. The twins are balancing on each other's shoulders trying to throw the multicoloured flashing lights up towards the top of it. You're there underneath, ready to catch them if them.

He's pretty sure someone's going to end up with a broken bone. (Which he does not want to explain to the doctor.)

With a flick of his finger, black and red swirling mist quickly remove lights from hands and twist them around the top of the tree. Gently, and carefully.

He's only slightly smug, smirk in full, when you turn to him in surprise. He's even more smug when your face instantly warms, eyes twinkling at him.

If he were really a crow, his feathers would poof up and he'd preen. Instead he wipes his hand on his shirt collar and extends the bags he's holding, "For you, kitten."

Your whirlwind of activity rushes over, the twins wobbling before they manage to detangle themselves, grabbing at the bag and pulling them to the floor. Separating things out.

He watches absently, but you're focused and tapping on your chin as you think, so he abandons you to your considerations to make himself useful. Warm drinks in hand before he returns to you.

Sylus finds you showing the twins how to fold and make ornaments with coloured paper. He hesitates at the door, if you had wanted ornaments, why did you not just ask for them? He could have ordered any number. Any colour. Anything you wanted.

He's again unsettled by a strange uncomfortable dissatisfaction, you do not make it easy to provide for you. To satisfy every desire. He wonders how you became someone who holds them so close to the chest, scared to want, all over again. He offers hot chocolate to the twins, and frothed coffee to you, (the smell never gets better), before sitting next to you on the floor, cross legged and curious.

You look over and grin, and for a second he sees ears tilting forwards in mischief, pupils blown and ready to pounce. "We didn't have a lot growing up, so me and Caleb would make ornaments for the tree with Gran. The twins wanted to try..." there's a question there that you want to ask but you can't quite... get the words out.

He can read you well enough to know the hesitation, and he leans in, voice low, fingers brushing your cheek, "Show me."

Sylus prides himself on learning, he's good at picking up skills, but he cannot be said to be creative. He is, however, good at following steps. He does, however, enjoy trying.

It's not a new skill that will be useful for anything other than moments like this, but truthfully if he only ever learned skills for moments like this, he'd be a happier fiend than he has any right to.

The twins decide to get pens and decorate the shapes he folds, while you sit nearby fretting over a new challenge. He finds himself looking over and peering but you catch him and point at his hands in an unspoken order. Focus.

He chuckles, only you would dare to order him about, and only you would gain his obedience as he follows your orders.

As they end up with a pile of... he's not sure he'd call anything he and the twins have made art, the fish would surely have something to say if he tried, he already dreads the upcoming conversation, but you're thrilled and excited as you come over to look. Picking up paper baubles and stars that the twins have drawn silly faces on.

There's a happy flush to Luke and Kieran's face as you wholeheartedly approve, and he swallows a lump in his throat that he doesn't really understand. Yet he wants to cry, he thinks, and he's not really sure why. Or what caused it.

He doesn't linger, doesn't have time, as you're pushing him towards the tree, "You get the top, Luke, middle, Kieran, bottom." Then you're running off.

He's starting to think the holidays are a little too much trouble... (Warm, vibrant, comforting.) That lilting voice that sounds like yours again.

Your soul is always so noisy, he muses, warmed and placated.

They're almost done when you come back, this time you're not as energetic. There's waves coming off you, nerves and anxiety rippling under skin. He pauses, where he's about to hang a star, and looks down  at you. As soon as he does you swallow, shoving a cardboard box into his arms.

Not a box? It has numbers on it?

"We-" you swallow past the nerves and push on. Ever ready to fight a monster. Even if the monster is yourself, "also used to make calendars for each other. It's late, so it's only twelve days." He catches your hand before it scratches at your arm, smoothing his thumb over your fingers and then rubbing circles into your palm. He blinks down at the thing, and sees today. He drops the star he's holding unceremoniously and presses the little cardboard flap open.

The calendar is decorated with a picture of a crow surrounded by presents. He remembers the fish encouraging your artistic pursuits, and while he's not sure if it's good, he never seems to be sure if it's good... he knows he likes it.

Inside is a hand wrapped chocolate and a small note.

Day one - A reminder that I love you, and appreciate you always, thank you Sylus.

You're still fidgeting, and at this point the twins have peeked their heads over to stare at his bounty. The longer he stares, the more he realises he has to speak, has to respond but his throat feels closed and his chest is so tight. It hurts. It hurts.

"If it's stupid you don't have to-"

He drops his calendar and he presses you into his chest. He's sure if he were better practiced in his emotions he'd cry. Instead he just encompasses you in his body, squeezing and holding and drowning in you. He nips at your cheek, hand squeezing your face, he wants to bite and chew and claw and scratch.

He can't understand and he doesn't want to hurt, but he breathes you in. Relieved he has no tail to betray him, wagging furiously. You're giggling at his reaction, trying to pull away from his rough handling, calling his name out like knives in his heart, and he finally kisses you. Over and over and over. Tasting his name on your lips and your love in his heart.

Then he startles, pulling away quickly to see that thankfully the twins had caught his gift, the note and the chocolate. Placing it on the side. They're giving him a look like he's a fool, he might be, because he has an evol that can move things for him. Instead his foolish body betrayed him.

"Hunter! Do we get one?" Luke calls, pouting, and you keep a hold on Sylus' hand. Grounding him as he looks at your note over and over, pressing your thumb into his wrist, and smoothing his rapid uneven heartbeat there.

Still you extend a makeshift calendar to the twins, one each, identical except for the names. He can tell that you'd been careful to match every line. "Of course."

He absently notes that you've left four more on the side. The fish, the doctor, the prince and an untouched one for your family. The note is finally placed in his pocket, right over his heart, where he knows he'll keep it until it's worn and unreadable. Not that it matters, because he'll remember it always.

As you watch him smooth his fingers over it, you laugh, "You know there's eleven more days of those right?" Your nerves are still simmering, he can tell, but you're thrilled for his reaction and eased with his earnestness and joy. He lets your words settle and then darts to the calendar on the side, he hears the twins opening theirs but barely cares.

You panic when you realise he's going to just tear the thing open for more of your feelings recorded in pretty stationary paper, before you throw yourself at his back, "Sylus! No! They're for other days!"

[nitetrait]

I don't think I've shown you guys Mizi and Sua's house. It's still a wip because they are BROKE but I like how it's coming along!

Inspo for the house is under the cut!

[bibliophilecats]

June 17 2025: National Garbage Man Day

[euclidean-geometry-supremacy]

i am in a romantic relationship with your son. @imbackbilly

- @sixfingrs

1. MY SON'S DEAD—JUST BECAUSE HIS NAME'S BILL CIPHER DOESN'T MEAN HE'S MY SON, AND 2. YOU HAVE HORRIBLE TASTE IN LIFE PARTNERS. I'D SAY YOU'RE NOT TOO BRIGHT, BUT THEN AGAIN, MY UNIVERSE'S VERSION OF YOU EXISTS, AND HE'S A GOOD-FOR-NOTHING IDIOT THAT NEVER PAYED ATTENTION IN SCHOOL.

[uwudonoodle]

Writeblr: "NoNoWriMo are sell outs. Let's cancel them!"

Me, who is brand new to writing, thinking it was just an activity people chose to do, much like making a New Year's Resolution: "It's an organization...? With like money and stuff???"

[luna-loveboop]

I set Ekle and Knight as my wallpaper :)

My horsies doodle is from this post🔗

:)