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INTERLUDE: DOG DAYS, pt. 1

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[incandescentsims]

@pyxiidis Under Your Spell Eyes - Horse Ranch Default Overrides

Replaced all textures for the Horse Ranch animals (the horses, mini goats & mini sheep)

Removed the specular (Eye Shine) on the eyes.

Default Overrides (will conflict with other overrides that touch the animal textures)

Requires: Horse Ranch

**I used @shoobysims' .packge file to make the horse defaults.

Download under the cut

No Ad.fly and Always Free

(ﾉ´ヮ´)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧ DOWNLOAD: Sim File Share

examples for the horses, mini goats & mini sheep

[e-vay]

My Gal - Epilogue

Nobody expects an E-vay Epilogue! (But shouldn't you? You know I love me some silly post-credits shenanigans)

When I was finishing the final chapter of My Gal, I thought it'd be funny to see how the Team Dynamic might change post-confession

( ˘͈ ᵕ ˘͈♡) Or was it all an excuse to draw more makeout sessions? Mwuahahaha. Don't try to pry them apart; it won't end well for you.

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[pluviatrix]

inquisitor rowan lavellan i am so happy for you and your ugly fucking boyfriend and your girlfriend and your other girlfriend and your other boyfriend and your bestie and your other bestie and your weirdly homoerotic chess partnership and your drinking buddy and your weird fucking dad and your albatross im so serious

i played dragon age. scenery plus my inky, shithead extraordinaire.

[mango-sp1ce]

Oddities

There were a lot of odd little things that Danny could do. He could list on and on about all the different ways he could contort his body or pop off his limbs. But instead, he liked to document all of the little oddities of the city he was staying in. Danny sure had his oddities, but Gotham seemed to be pressed to beat him when it came to the amount.

So when he found his way back into his abandoned warehouse (yes, he was claiming it, fuck off), he couldn't really say he was startled at the sight of the Justice League standing in his living room. Nor was he surprised at the familiar blond nosing his way through Danny's kitchen.

Clearing his throat, he watched as some of the league that hadn't noticed him arrive finally did. Though of course there were the leaguers who did notice him arrive and Constantine.

"Constantine, I thought you said this is the home of an ally. This is a child." One of the Leaguers speaks up. Danny snorts as Constantine's expression contorts.

With a flick of a lighter, he's lighting a cigarette. With barely even a second of time after that action, the cigarette's a frozen relic in ice between his lips. Danny didn't even have to move. Constantine knows the rules, no smoking in his house goddamnit.

With his own chuckle, the blonde drops the iced cigarette and gestures dramatically toward Danny.

"The great Phantasma, everyone." Danny's rolling his eyes.

"Phantom. Just call me Phantom."

[cintailed]

Picture of Sarah for @mousegirlheart ! She found the large cheese at last!

Hope you like it! 💖

[sictransitgloriamvndi]

[avaryy]

ryan ross, live in denver: behind the scenes (8)

[niyana-the-ambiguous-mobian]

Spoilers for Surprise! under the cut, because I can not say at least something about this.

Well, we're jumping into the future for the final minute of the episode, I see. Just hammer our hearts with bricks, why don’t you?

Ah, the future, sleek looking cars, solar panels, and drones flying all over the place. Sounds about right.

Got some pictures of what looks like Bingo visiting the Easter Island heads,

Then a group photo of the fam, with Bluey in graduation gear and a diploma (possibly for college).

GROWN UP BLUEY! GROWN UP BLUEY! SHE LOOKS AMAZING.

And Chili wearing old lady glasses, looking lovely as always.

Bandit pretty much looks the same, BUUUUUT WHO IS IN THE CORNER RIGHT THERE??

A CHILD?! A GRANDCHILD!? BLUEY'S CHILD?!?

That has to be MacKenzie and Bluey's kid man. They resemble him too much. I will be on this bandwagon until they actually confirm it.

They are just dropping all this stuff on us and expect us to go on with our week. I will be talking about this for a good while.

[wintersmitth]

In the year of 2021 Gregory House goes viral on TikTok. It's a shitty, bad angled shacking recording, and there's background laughter of another man, but you can clearly hear the angry, ruthless, nasty mocking of every dumb anti-vaxxer under the sun, done by an unshaven old man, glaring into the camera with loathing.

And that's how Cameron, Chase, Park, Addams, Taub, and many more other former colleagues find out that evil bastard who used to terrorise them at work and then died in a fire, is still alive and kicking.

[jokingluna]

[fofi42]

How many times have you seen it and never noticed?

[sharpeyedmonocle]

...urgh, these questions are tiring me out. I need some time to myself and lie down.

Surely, nobody would come in for no reason and disturb my peace...

[f1-giuki]

Brat Summer

“You mean to tell me that Sebastian Vettel, Iron Man, the guy who just saved the universe, was worried about me? And asked me to go on a mission with fucking Deadpool for my safety? I call bullshit!” Charles shrieks, nearly crying, the Avengers consider him a baby, he might as well behave like one.

READ HERE!!!

[intotheelliwoods]

You chose to scoop Kid Leo into a hug!

You also chose to stare at Poptart with your big ole eyes!

Surprise! A crossover with Kid Leo by @angelpuns :)

We are going to be taking turns on drawing the next parts of these choose your own adventure stories!

Until then....

[f1-stuff]

VICTORIAN CHARLOS ROYALTY ABO you have sent me into chaotic overdrive with that sentence oh boy am I excited to read that!!!!!!!! Thank you to your brain as always

Hehe I'm glad you're excited!! So am I... 😏 which is why I'm going to share a bit of it now!!! 😝 (sometimes, I simply can't help myself)

For some exposition, Charles is the crown prince of Monaco and an omega, Carlos is the alpha son of a Spanish duke (but distantly in line for the throne, which also makes him a prince). Their meeting has been arranged by carlos' father & cousin and charles' uncle, which makes this a sort of arranged marriage AU, except that Charles still gets to choose his husband in the end. Charles is almost twenty-one, and he's looking forward to certain freedoms that will award him. All of this was inspired by The Young Victoria (2009).

Behold, a 1.8k-word snippet:

Charles’ eyes scan over the chess board, carefully considering his next move. He can feel the looks of the rest of their party burning into the side of his face. He glances sideways to confirm his suspicions, and notes several people averting their eyes in a hurry.

When he looks back to Carlos, the other man is giving him a conspiratorial smile. Charles sighs, his lips curving up at the edges as he settles on moving his rook.

Ever since their walk earlier that afternoon, Charles’ feelings have...softened slightly toward the Spaniard. He much prefers when the man isn’t feeding him answers that he believes Charles will like, and luckily, it seems they’ve mostly done away with that nonsense now. There’s no doubt that Carlos is...handsome. Or that his scent seems designed to tempt Charles. But he’s smart enough to know that Carlos has his own motivations for being here, and that it would benefit him and his family very much indeed if they were to wed. Charles has no intention of finding a mate yet, not when his freedom is so close at hand.

As Carlos decides on his next move, Charles’ face begins to burn once again from the others’ returned stares. His jaw clenches.

“Do you ever feel like a chess piece yourself? In a game being played against your will?” He doesn’t bother to lower his voice. It would likely be futile, not to mention that he would welcome his words having a shaming effect on their company. If only. 

Carlos’ curious gaze rises to meet his own. He takes a moment to respond, brows furrowing as he considers Charles’ words.

“I hadn’t thought of it. But I suppose so, yes.”

“I do, constantly,” he sighs. “I feel their eyes assessing me, their fingers moving me round the board.”

“Your parents?”

“Everyone. My uncle, brother, advisors, politicians... They’re all ready to seize hold of me and drag me from square to square.” He chuckles to lighten the tone, and Carlos’ lips make an effort to smile, but fall short. 

Carlos glances over at the others, before his attention returns to the board and he finally makes his move. “Then, you had better master the rules of the game until you play it better than they can.” 

His eyes meet Charles’, and they hold there, candlelight flickering within their depths in a hypnotizing pattern. It feels like it takes all of Charles’ willpower to peel his tongue from the roof of his mouth.

“You don’t recommend I find an alpha husband to play it for me?” he asks, raising a brow as his rook takes Carlos’ pawn.

“I should find one to play it with you, not for you.”

Charles feels delighted surprise drip down his spine as he considers Carlos’ words. He’s never really...thought about marriage like that. It had always seemed like another prison he would be forced into. But if he were to choose a mate and a husband as an equal, someone who would play with him, like Carlos suggests...

They continue playing for a moment in silence, as Charles decides how to respond, but he’s been thrown off slightly, Carlos proving once again to be unexpected.

“You know, my father wants me to marry King Torger’s nephew, George.” He sees the flicker of distaste that flashes across Carlos’ face, and has to bite his lip not to laugh.

“Hm,” Carlos grunts, picking up his bishop. “What’s he like at chess?” He knocks Charles’ pawn aside, then looks up and grins.

Charles stifles a laugh, glancing over at his family. His uncle and mother are smiling contentedly down at their laps, his mother with her embroidery and his uncle with his newspaper. Charles’ good mood dims slightly, realizing how easily he’s playing into their hands by enjoying Carlos’ company.

And yet he can’t help the affection and attraction that simmers within him when he looks back at Carlos and the scent of dewy grass and fresh oranges caresses his nose, so refreshing compared to the usual dusty stale air of the drawing room.

He wins their first game because Carlos underestimates him, like so many others. But Carlos requests a second match, and this time, manages to take the win. The excited buzz of a good challenge fills Charles with a restless energy that he hasn’t felt in years, and they play a third game, then a fourth, and a fifth. Eventually, as the others are beginning to nod off in their chairs, they decide to retire for the evening.

He’s just taken Andrea’s hand to begin his ascent up the stairs when his name is called out behind him, followed almost immediately by that damn scent. Charles looks over his shoulder at Carlos, who almost appears out of breath, like he’d rushed to catch up to him. They had already said goodnight in the drawing room, but perhaps he’d thought of something else to tell Charles.

“It’s alright, Andrea. Carlos can take me up.” 

Andrea’s eyebrow twitches slightly with displeasure, but he would never protest. He steps aside, Carlos taking his place.

“You’ll have to hold my hand,” Charles explains. “It is a ridiculous precaution, but Maman insists.”

“Of course,” Carlos says, bowing slightly.

He offers his hand to Charles, who takes it after the briefest of hesitations. It’s the first time their skin has touched, and Charles suppresses the shiver that rolls through him.

For a moment, they simply stand there, feet unmoving, as Carlos’ thumb settles gently over his knuckles. His hand is warm and large, his fingers slightly calloused, from riding or shooting perhaps. He holds onto Charles’ fingers just tight enough to reassure, but not so tight as to entrap him. It’s a delicate balance, and Charles wonders how he’s managed to find that sweet spot so gracefully.

With some effort, Charles forces his feet to move, and they begin their climb.

“Did you want to tell me something?” he asks.

“Ask you, actually. Your father - he didn’t join us tonight.”

“Yes. He is...his health is poor,” Charles says, pushing through the sadness and worry to give Carlos a polite smile. “We...do not know how much longer he has.”

“Ah.” Carlos swallows, and in his gaze, Charles sees the man’s love for his own father. His brown eyes dip at the outer edges in sympathy. “I am very sorry to hear that.”

“Thank you,” he mutters.

“I would have loved to meet him.”

The sentiment makes Charles smile for real. He isn’t certain what his father would think of Carlos, but so far, there hasn’t been much to object on.

They climb a few more steps in silence, and only when they’re about to reach the top does Carlos speak again.

“I wanted to say that I may not entirely understand what you are going through, or just how much of a pawn you are feeling...” They pause on the landing. “But I know a bit of what it’s like to be moved around like a chess piece in someone else’s game. And I know a bit of what it’s like to feel as though your life is not your own.”

Charles studies him. He seems sincere, but it’s hard to imagine this alpha knows an ounce of what Charles has been through.

“Does your mother also assign someone to guide you up and down the stairs?” he asks, brow arched teasingly. Carlos lets out an amused huff, glancing down at their still clasped hands.

“No, indeed I do not shoulder that particular charge. But I do know how duty and obligation to one’s family, one’s country, can eclipse even your sense of self.”

That strikes a chord within Charles, who has wasted hours and hours of his life wondering who he really is beyond an omega, a prince. If these things were stripped away, who is he underneath?

“And yet,” Carlos continues, before Charles can formulate a response. “I am finding my current duty to my country to be much more enjoyable than I had anticipated.” Smiles spread over both of their faces, and something giddy and dangerous alights deep in Charles’ stomach.

Do not fall for it, Charles.

“Did your father instruct you to use all your charms on me?”

“My cousin, actually,” Carlos admits, startling a laugh out of Charles for his honesty. “He also told me not to let your beauty distract me. Yet, I confess, I have never been so distracted in my life.”

Charles wants to roll his eyes at the transparent attempt to romance him, but all his lessons in etiquette restrain him. Instead, he presses his lips together to prevent a smile, not wanting to give Carlos the satisfaction. Unfortunately, Carlos is watching his expression closely enough that he notes Charles’ attempt and responds with a smug grin of his own.

For a moment, they stand suspended, hands still holding one another’s, both unwilling to let go. And to his slight shame, it is Carlos who ends the stalemate, bowing at the waist to barely graze his lips against the back of Charles’ hand, his breath warm and startling. Charles’ heart stutters, but he schools his expression as the other man straightens once again, releasing his hand.

“Goodnight, Monsieur.”

Charles is afraid to speak, worried his voice will betray just how overcome he is by the barest touch of lips on his skin - not even a kiss, really. Embarrassing.

So he simply nods, then turns and strides toward his rooms without looking back. It’s only when he’s almost through the door that he glances just one time over his shoulder to see Carlos descending the stairs. 

He doesn’t wait around long enough to see if the other man looks back.

His attendant helps him undress while Andrea readies his bed. Charles brushes a thumb over the back of his hand, feeling the ghost of lips there.

“Will my lord miss the prince and princesses when they’re gone?” his attendant asks.

“Don’t be impertinent,” Andrea admonishes. Charles just smiles to himself as he undoes his necktie. “That young man pesters you.”

“Please, Andrea,” Charles sighs, shouldering off his waistcoat. “After all this time, you really think I’m going to walk straight into another jail?”

He’s taking off his shoes when Andrea eventually responds. “You must marry one day.”

“Well, I don’t see why I must,” he says, shaking his head. “But if I do, it shall be to please myself, and no one else - not Maman or Uncle or my father.”

So what if he never has children. There will always be another heir somewhere. Sure, it would be dangerous to remain an unmated omega. But if anyone could do it and survive, Charles thinks a sovereign prince, with more protection than anyone else in the country, could succeed.

He’s not marrying anyone just yet. Not even the charming Spaniard with the kind eyes.