#playground mode

[diabolican]

I did not mean to kill them goddamn

[jacky93sims]

Playground Toddler Swing Functional for The Sims 2

This is a 4to2 conversion from AroundTheSims, low poly. It's a functional swing for toddlers, cloned from this object by Solfal (so it works in the same way). The only thing I changed is to make available the option to push the toddler but the animation won't be synchronized. This is how it looks in game:

Hope you like it anyway ^^ I also added a bunch of new recolors.

DOWNLOAD HERE

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[daily-madcom-drawings]

Day 139

Himb

[biracy]

Having, like, long hair as a trans guy is so funny bc I think I generally look like a skeevy metalhead sort of dude. Skater MAYBE. And then u go online and someone obviously trying to be nice and progressive will b like "wow I love when trans men are femme presenting 🥺🥺🥺😍🥰"

[solradguy]

Interlude 08 was such a drag but it had to be done. Interlude chapter 09 is happening already. Can you believe it? I am putting that bad guy back into more situations and it hasn't even been 6 months between updates yet. There are going to be women. There are going to be guns. Someone might die. Things might get lit on fire. I'm hoping there might be an explosion but you know what. Do you want to know a secret

I haven't planned a damn thing that's happened in this fic. I'm just making this shit up as it goes. What's gonna happen next? I dunno, but we are going to find out together

[vanillaboyfriend]

Incredibly important question from this week's episode VOTE NOW!!!

[x-enocyon]

and for the record since i feel like this might get confusing otherwise, I'm gonna be defaulting to F:NV Avery for the time being and foreseeable future. I've been really enjoying the rewrite. Core things about him, personality traits, morals, favorite snack foods etc, are unchanged but some story and design elements might shift around. Still same ol' Avery at the end of the day. FO:4 flavor Avery isn't so much nixed as he is shelved.

[provenflawless-vp]

[keinuckel]

The way I passed my elementary going home and knew exactly what game they were playing..

[lvpercalia]

Well... Sharkey has an anime girl in a cat-shark pajamas holding a trans flag heart. I just know its going to be good

[serukia]

Game: Forza Horizon 5

[darkbluekies]

Small Otto drabbles: Watch duty, "Otto, protect" & Hide and Seek

Warnings: yandere mafia man, darling trying to escape and being captured

Watch duty:

Silas watches how you pull out your towel on the grass, eyes narrowed with lust and darker than normal.

"I don't know how I feel about you being out here alone", he mutters. "Especially in practically nothing."

"I haven't felt the sun in months", you pout.

"That's a lie, but fine, I'll buy it, if it makes you feel better."

He turns and whistles at Otto to come over. He does. Silas eyes flicker between you and the Doberman.

"Otto, watch", he orders, nodding at you. "Make sure no filthy creeps come close. The house is full of them, so be on guard."

Otto barks.

"Good boy."

"Who?" you ask. "You or him?"

Silas chckles and shakes his head as he walks over to you, bending down to give you one last kiss before he leaves. You lay down, facing upwards. Otto stands alert by your head, body turned towards the house. You hold out a hand and gently pat him on the back.

"Quite evil of him to make you work in this heat", you mumble and stand to go get him some water.

Otto growls as one of Silas men comes over. You hush and pet his head, whispering how it's fine. The man returns with a bottle of water. It hasn't been opened. You're not allowed to take anything else, in risk of someone poisoning you. You cup your hand and pour water into it, letting him lick from your hand.

"That's a good boy."

"Otto, protect"

You're walking hand in hand toward the dog playground. You can see SIC a mile away, shirtless and with a dog toy in his hands.

"Let's see how focused he can be while we're there", Silas says.

"Who?" you ask. "SIC or Otto?"

Silas scoffs out a laugh. They walk closer to the dog park and Otto notices the two of you.

"Nuh uh, keep your eyes on me", SIC smirks, waving the chew toy. "Don't get distracted."

Sweat runs down his chest. Silas nudges you, eyes dark.

"Where are your eyes wandering, little thing?" he asks, voice tight. "Maybe you should stay focused before I decide to beat my best friend to a bloody pulp."

Suddenly, Otto stops. His ears perk, head turn. Silas and SIC follow.

"What?" you ask.

"Be quiet, darling, Otto's noticed something", Silas whispers.

SIC looks at him. Silas lets go of your hand and signals for Otto to move closer.

"I want you to stay here with Otto", he tells you. "We'll go see what's going on. Otto, protect."

He barks once, as if to show he understands. Silas and SIC walks away, leaving him in work mode.

"You're scaring me, Otto", you mumble. "If you got both Silas's and SIC's attention like that ..."

Otto changed position, standing between your legs, as if daring someone to come close. Only a fool would come up to you now.

Hide and seek:

He only looks away for a second and you are gone, disappearing between the trees. Silas groans loudly and marches back to the car.

"What?" one of his men asks. "What's wrong, boss?"

"I didn't know I married a fucking marathon runner", Silas mutters and opens the trunk where Otto is deliberately chewing on a bone. "Out, boy."

Otto obeys, jumping out on the ground, waiting for instructions.

"Find Y/N."

Otto is off, shooting away like a bullet. Silas walks calmly behind him. It doesn't take many minutes until he's circled around you like a shephard's dog.

"Traitor", you hiss at him. "You're supposed to me on my side!"

"Your side?" Silas scoffs and walks over, grabbing your hand tightly. "He's my dog. Listens to me. He might like you, but in the end, he always returns to me, where his rightous place is. Sounds familiar?"

"You're so annoying, let my hand go."

"Not a chance."

"It's not fair!"

"You figured that out just now?" He gives Otto a nod. "Good boy. Always going to return my naive spouse to me, aren't you? Even when they don't know what's best for themselves."

You glare at Otto, but he just wags his tail and sticks out his tongue, panting, happier than ever to see his favorite humans in front of him. He doesn't know, bless him. You sigh.

[dandylion-virtual-adventurer]

I love my Bugatti

[sabrinajenre96]

Title: Instincts and Ice Cream

Pairing: Dr. Michael “Robby” Robinavitch x Wife!Reader

Rating: T (Teen)

Word Count: ~2.2k

Genre: Family Fluff, Hurt/Comfort, Domestic

Summary:

Y/N is a doctor, but today she’s off-duty and soaking in rare quality time with her six-year-old twin daughters and their loyal Labrador, Kojo. A trip to the park turns into a medical emergency when one of the twins is hurt on the playground. Y/N’s maternal instincts collide with her clinical training as she rushes her daughter to the hospital—where her husband, the reserved and brilliant Dr. Michael Robinavitch, finds himself thrust into an all-too-personal case. Between juice boxes, casted arms, and late-night cuddles, this little family proves that love is a force of nature—even in chaos.

Warnings: Injury to a child (non-graphic, playground accident), medical setting (ER, brief medical description), emotional parenting moments , soft domestic fluff that may melt your insides

The day had started like honey—warm, slow, and sweet. Y/N, blissfully off-duty for once, had let her guard down and allowed the sunshine to wrap around her and her six-year-old twin daughters like a familiar, loving quilt. Spencer and Aria were laughing, wild curls flying as they raced Kojo, their loyal coffee-brown Labrador, across the sun-drenched park.

It was a perfect day. Until it wasn’t.

Ice cream melted sticky down little fingers, the girls’ giggles harmonizing with Kojo’s excited barks. They had found their way to the swings, their legs pumping like miniature engines as they soared higher and higher. But paradise was always fragile, wasn’t it?

A sharp scream split the afternoon—raw, panicked, and unmistakably hers.

Y/N’s heart launched from her chest as she sprinted toward the swings, Kojo right at her heels. One twin lay on the mulch below the swing, her little face scrunched in pain, tiny hands clutching her arm. Spencer, pale as a ghost, trembled as she pointed to the two boys who had run off after shoving Aria mid-swing.

"Spencer, what happened?!" Y/N’s voice was taut with both worry and precision, already scanning Aria’s body like a heat-seeking missile. "Did she hit her head?"

"No—just her arm, Mama. She screamed when she fell. The boys pushed her..."

Doctor mode activated—like flipping a switch, her trembling mother-heart locked hands with her trained brain. Checking Aria’s pupils, pulse, breathing. Broken arm, likely. Bruising along the jaw. No signs of concussion, thank God.

She scooped Aria into her arms with a fierce gentleness that only a mother could master. "We’re going to the hospital. Now." Spencer grabbed Kojo’s leash, her small hand set with determination. The dog, sensing the shift, fell into step, solemn and alert.

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At the hospital, Y/N’s car screeched into the lot like a storm warning. As she leapt out, Dana caught sight of them. Her break cut short as she jogged over, eyes wide.

"Y/N—what happened?!"

"Park accident. Swing. One of the twins—possible broken arm and jaw bruising."

Dana nodded without asking more. "I’ll help you get her in. Come on."

Langdon was already in the ER, standing with one of Michael’s interns—Dr. King—when Dana burst in with Y/N and the injured Aria.

"Langdon, you’re up. Y/N’s daughter took a bad fall."

Y/N reluctantly handed over her crying daughter, whispering reassurances before stepping back, her hand on Spencer’s shoulder, Kojo sitting obediently beside them.

Dana placed a comforting hand on Y/N’s arm. "Let me take them—Spencer and Kojo. You need a minute. Go grab a cappuccino. Breathe."

Y/N hesitated, her mother instincts at war with her common sense, then nodded. "Only a minute. Thank you, Dana."

Spencer was content with a juice box handed to her by a kind nurse, Kojo curled protectively at her feet as Dana kept a watchful eye.

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Meanwhile, across the floor, Dr. Michael “Robby” Robinavitch was signing off a patient chart when he heard the unmistakable pounding of small feet—and a familiar bark.

"Daddy!" Spencer launched herself at him, nearly knocking over his clipboard. Kojo padded in like royalty, tail wagging like a victory flag.

"Spencer? What on earth—?" He crouched beside her, hand smoothing her hair. "Why are you here, sweetheart?"

Kojo licked his cheek as if to answer, but it was the wide eyes of his daughter that filled him with dread. She looked too serious for a six-year-old.

Y/N returned then, clutching a lukewarm cappuccino, her eyes immediately landing on them. Her voice was quiet, but tired. "Aria had an accident. She’s with Langdon and one of your interns now."

Michael straightened like someone flipped a switch in him. Gone was the calm, almost aloof physician. In his place, a father, striding toward the ER with purpose. He found Langdon just finishing the initial exam.

"Busted arm," Langdon reported, sympathy in his tone. "Jaw's bruised, but no concussion. She’s a brave little one."

Relief sagged Michael’s shoulders. "Thank you. Can I see her?"

"Of course."

Minutes later, the little family reunited in the private room. Aria, teary-eyed but brave, clutched her daddy’s finger with her good hand. Spencer climbed onto the bed gently, snuggling beside her twin. Kojo curled up at their feet, ever the sentry.

Y/N stood beside Michael, her hand finding his. “She’s going to be okay.”

He kissed her temple, low and soft. “You both did good.”

The family shared a quiet moment, tangled in love, exhaustion, and gratitude. Outside the room, Dana and the nurses watched, smiles tugging at their lips. Few people knew about Michael and Y/N’s relationship—intensely private, fiercely protected. But in that moment, through the windowpane, it was written loud and clear in every glance, every gesture:

This was family.

[von-koopas-muse]

Agere sensories - visuals! (things I see!)

Seeking:

fairy lights, night lamps, aquarium lamps, lava lamps, LED strips, christmas lights

online you can search up toy commercials, toy unboxing, pinterest, or the website that you're on right now, Tumblr! however make sure your blocked tags and phrases are secured before going through social media, especially as a little

if you're feeling confident, visit toy stores, libraries' kids sections, playgrounds! they're very stimulating, but remember to stay respectful on your visits :)

There's more to artsy life than coloring books! Bead bracelets, clay, stickers, collecting various things, journaling, baby books, finger painting, glitter!

To my fem leaning regressors, hairclips, jewelry, bright make-up (I do not recommend kids make-up as it doesn't have regulations, use adult make up in a childish way), animal headbands! To my neutral/masc regressors, pins, patches, funky shoelaces, sticker tattoos, keychains! Decorate yourself to stimulate yourself on gloomy days!

get food for kids! More colorful, maybe with a cute animal or a smile or dinos, the pretty juice bottles with cartoons? don't get me started. You can also get shape cutters for your veggies/sandwiches

stimboards, gifs!

customize your devices! Wallpapers, keyboards, AOD, widgets! You can even use gifs!

decorate your room and gear too! Coloring pages or other craft you're proud of, showing your favorite toys (if you're safe) colorful rugs! Make custom pacis, add stickers to your bottles, add cute labels!

stim toys, glow in the dark toys! Water toys, squishy balls with colors in them, orbeez, snowglobes, slime!

Avoidant:

Have nap times! They don't have to be a nap time, but you can make an hour to yourself, covering the windows and turning off the lights

There are settings on modern devices specifically targeted for visuals. Lower the brightness, get yourself a dark mode, have eye safety on

Get yourself fuzzy nighttime blindfolds, cute sunglasses, hats or hoodies that will limit your eye view (be careful to be protected, but functional if you're outside)

this is universal for any sensory suppression, but items for babies are your best friends if you're looking for less eye straining gear. (Especially with the beige mom trend being more popular, ha ha)

if you still want to watch baby shows, check low-stimulation lists. Also, usually shows directed at younger age range are slower. I also find vintage cartoons less overwhelming (but they're not guaranteed to be always slow and not stimulating)

You can order online instead of throwing yourself out to the chaotic, overwhelming stores

limit your screentime! Short-form content is easily overwhelming, and staring into a bright screen for x hours doesn't do your eyes a favor. It's okay to need breaks and not always be up to date with everything

if possible, pick safe times to do your errands where there's not a lot of people, like weekend mornings.

have a list of safe cartoons, safe colors, safe places, or other "safe" sensories. It's sometimes better to know what you're comfortable with!

remember, if it gets too much, it is always okay to back out. This is YOUR coping mechanism and nobody else's, it's up to YOU what you're okay and not okay with

[provenflawless-vp]