#RAD tools

[peter-pantomime]

i completely agree that the mash laugh track is egregious in many ways, however i do think the fact that it gets quieter and more sporadic over time, not so much suggesting that the situation is getting less and less funny as much as saying that it never really was that funny but we're losing our ability to ignore that now, mirroring the behavior of a certain central harlequin figure who stops making jokes and gets more and more withdrawn over time is... something.

[johnnyshrine]

★ 044 // “Chalkboard”

[nanapops]

oops I made them gay accidentally on purpose

[oldwindowsicons]

Bink Video Player

[sweaterkittensahoy]

Me: Okay, this youtube video can't actually be someone telling fiber artists to "just" spin new yarn instead of throwing out yarn scraps.

30 seconds into the video: "You'll need hand carders and an electric spinning wheel."

Me: Bitch.

[lordmortimor]

[tin-can-iron-man]

I just. I love my dad so much guys

[simply-sithel]

New job means the brain's been a' churning with code lately. Putting some cycles towards @renegadeguild this month-- signature order spine lines are (languishing) in review (as Draft) and I threw together a typeset assembly tool in hopes of finally (collaboratively) tackling the idea of a Renegade cookbook.

Launched in honor/anticipation of Edible Book Day (April 1st), the Renegade PDF Potluck tool is currently accepting entries. Currently only available to Renegade Bindery folks (thems on the Discord) -- you can find the link & info in the Event on the server.

Deadline for entries is tomorrow (Saturday, March 22nd 2024) @ midnight PST but seeing as only 2 entries have been submitted so far, might be extending that a bit.

[vampires-official]

official vampire post

I say again: your landlord might be the person in your life who's actually sucking you dry, but if you've ever heard someone say "god I just feel like a leech" then they probably Weren't a landlord, and I think these two divergent paths of vampiric metaphor are equally worth exploring

[dailyamazonstuff]

Toothpick holder

A bird who picks up a toothpick everytime you push its head. Here is the link to amazon: https://amzn.to/3O1xf5o

[zephyrchama]

Obey Me! headcanons that I've wanted to write about but thought they were too silly, so I'm compiling a list of them for April Fool's Day.

Simeon once bought a souvenir for Michael at the RAD school store. It's a collection of multicolored math tools called The Seven Rulers.

When it's Leviathan's turn to cook, he loosely bases the dinner menu on whatever food he saw in anime that week.

Beelzebub and Belphegor are still having that rock-paper-scissors battle over who has to take out the trash (it was mentioned in an audio drama to have been going on for a month). They'll both suddenly do a round of rock-paper-scissors, at the most random of times and without any prior discussion.

Thirteen's hair sometimes has a glamorous blowout appearance because of the traps that explode while she's working on them.

When the brothers do something stupid during a student council meeting, Barbatos will look at MC the same way characters on The Office look into a camera.

Satan once walked into a tree while distracted, thought it was a demon, and flew into a rage at the tree. The tree never recovered and is now a cursed landmark.

Luke knows some karate for self defense against demons. Sometimes he does random karate demonstrations to impress MC. He won't do this in front of the brothers because they mock him for being adorable, and because you never reveal your weapons to the enemy.

[boofisded]

thats my son up there fuck yeah theyd be friends

Do you guys think Lisa and Isaac would be good pals

[fratttymatty]

MorphMe

(All characters are 18+)

Elliot Hart was the definition of niche. A 20-year-old computer science major with a stack of anime Blu-rays, a Bernie Sanders sticker on his laptop, and more Funko Pops than friends. He was proudly gay, proudly nerdy, and proudly convinced that his brain was his best asset. His social life consisted mostly of online forums and heated Reddit debates about politics and Star Wars continuity.

One evening, as he scrolled through a lesser-known app store to find some quirky productivity tools, a strange app caught his eye: "MorphMe: Update Your Self". It had zero reviews, a glowy blue icon, and a tagline that read: “Be the you you’ve never met.”

Elliot raised an eyebrow. “Sounds dystopian. Love it.”

He downloaded the app.

Upon opening it, a series of sliders and checkboxes appeared on screen. Gender: Male. Sexual Orientation: Gay. Intelligence: 100%. Appearance: Twink. Personality: Cute.

He chuckled and set everything just right, including a little sparkle emoji next to “cute.” Then he hit “Confirm.”

The screen glitched. Hard.

Lines of code zipped across the screen. A notification popped up: "Applying New Settings..."

Suddenly Elliot’s phone vibrated violently. He dropped it as a bright flash filled the room. When he opened his eyes…

Everything had changed.

He sat up in bed — a bed that was now massive, messy, and covered in protein bar wrappers and gym shorts. The posters of Studio Ghibli were gone, replaced with flags: American flags, Gadsden flags, and a giant Sigma Alpha Theta frat banner. The air smelled like Axe body spray and whey powder.

Elliot… wasn’t Elliot anymore.

He was Chad.

Literally. His phone buzzed with a message:

"Yo CHAD bro, kegger tonight at Mike’s. Bring Stacy 🍑🍒"

He stood and caught his reflection in the mirror. Shaggy dirty-blonde hair, rippling muscles, tanned skin, a backwards cap, and not a hint of irony anywhere. His rainbow pride pin had been replaced by a “Don’t Tread on Me” button. His brain felt… lighter? Not stupid, just… breezy. Like algebra was a foreign language, but chugging beer and flexing came second nature.

“Dude… sick,” he said to no one, admiring his pecs. His voice was a deep, confident baritone — not a trace of his former nasally tone.

He opened his closet: polos, tank tops, khakis, and way too many pairs of Oakleys. No more anime tees. No more cardigans. No more Bernie.

And… he didn’t miss them.

Later that day, Chad strolled across campus, his arm wrapped around Stacy, a blonde with lips so glossy they could reflect sunlight. She was chirping away:

“Baaaabe, we totes have to go to Cancun for spring break! Like, it’s gonna be sooo wild. You, me, margaritas, and like, no thoughts. Just vibes.”

He laughed. “Hell yeah, babe. Cancun sounds hella rad.”

He didn’t remember Elliot. He didn’t remember being gay. All he knew was the gym, the frat, and how Stacy looked in a bikini. He fist-bumped his new bros, cracked open a Bud Light (Ironically, he hated IPAs now), and settled into his life.

He never opened the MorphMe app again.

Because as far as Chad was concerned — this? This was who he was always meant to be.

[sunmoon-starfactory]

Bug Fixes - Multiple Sets

Multiple set bug fixes have been made from 4/20/25 through 4/24/25. All set main archives have been updated to reflect these fixes. However since they are single files here and there they are being provided as a standalone archive for convenience for a period of time. If you have downloaded the main sets AFTER 4-24-2025, you do not need to download these files.

Please see below the cut for an exact list of files changed. Thank you to those that reported bugs.

Download - SFS

Buzzin' About

Bug fix applied to Mead Tankard in regards to how the game checks for the Vampire life state on a sim.

SunMoon-Brewing_DrinkingTankard_Edible

Grapes of Rad

Bug fix applied to bulk wine crate. Now grants 12 bottles of wine instead of 10, makings the packing and unpacking amounts even.

SunMoon-Wine_BulkCrate

Fetch Water 4.0

Bug fix applied to Maxis Style Cactus plants; Harvesting of cactus seedlings will no longer throw an error.

SunMoon-FetchWater_MaxisCactus1

SunMoon-FetchWater_MaxisCactus2

Flowing Fabrics

Bug fix applied to Wool Winder station, fixed Inventory Tool Check - Now points to Wool Shears to allow for Trait Bypass.

SunMoon-Fabric_CraftingStation_WoolWinderDropSpindle

Forging On

Bug fix applied to both crafting stations to remove making of the now obsolete Fillet Knife item.

SunMoon-Smithing_CraftingStation_Anvil

SunMoon-Smithing_CraftingStation_AnvilStumpBarrel

Gone Fishin' 2.0

Bug fix applied to cleaning and packing station of dialog being fixed for stocking small fish.

SunMoon-Fishing_CraftingStation_FishCleaningPacking

Loads 'O Laundry 2.0

Bug fic applied to grabbing dirty clothes piles, Go To Relative Position has been changed from "Anywhere near, facing" to "Anywhere near, any direction" for when clothing drops "facing" inaccessible directions to sims. Sims should now be able to pick them up without further issues.

SunMoon-Laundry_DirtyClothesPile

Quali-Tea

The recipe note pad states that for batch teas to multiple ingredients by 5, and the pots were only using 1 water bucket. This was actually intended behavior to make 5 cups of certain teas with 1 bucket per batch. The note pad recipes have been updated to reflect that water remains one a 1 bucket needed basis and other the proper amount of other ingredients needed for batch making.

Dalish Tea Pot had some brewing errors as well as dialog errors. Should now be able to properly brew elfroot singles/batches and royal elfroot singles/batches.

A bug report was submitted about the Drying Tea Life pile reverting back to Fresh status if placed in inventory. This is not a bug, and is intended behavior.

SunMoon-Tea_RecipeNotePad

SunMoon-Tea_Teapot_DalishInspired

Savvy Stonework

Bug fix applied to the test bhav for items that require level 7+ of skills and Writ of Mastery. Code was accidentally looking at a different item GUID than the actual Stonemason Writ.

SunMoon-Stonemason_CraftingStation_StoneRefineAndSculpt

Spice of Life

Bug fix applied to counting numbers/items of grinding vanilla and cocoa.

SunMoon-SpiceGrinderConverter

[demilypyro]

Armored Core 6 plays with names a lot.

Your main comms partner, Handler Walter, treats you as nothing more than a tool. In time he starts treating you with some slight kindness, maybe even taking pride in your performance under his directions, but he never stops calling you by your serial number: 621. You hear that there's been people before you. You're just a number to him. Distanced. Disposable.

Ayre, your other main comms partner, urges you to care about the locals of the planet you're fighting on. She calls you Raven, a moniker you stole, but later find out is a word that signifies a freedom fighter. She doubles down, hoping you'll live up to the name. Trying to impart those values on you.

The corporations both try to claim you. To the Balam Redguns, you're Gun 13. One of them. Part of their squad. Meanwhile, Rusty of Arquebus consistently calls you his "buddy." Both corporations want to endear themselves to you, convince you to fight for them. But they're exactly the same.

Then there's the Dosers of RaD. Cinder Carla, Chatty Stick and the other Dosers only ever refer to you as "tourist." You're a guest in their territory. First they spit the word at you, but later on it starts sounding almost like a term of endearment. You're not one of them, but you're not necessarily an enemy.

[misc-obeyme]

prompt: Lucifer

a/n: Okay I'm going to try to do little blurbs for the Advent Calendar event! I am not guaranteeing that I will I manage to do them all or on time, but I will do what I can lol! I decided I wanted to do little slice of life style drabbles, so here we go with Lucifer! @om-adventcalendar

Lucifer x GN!MC

Warnings: none, this is fluff-tastic

Although you never said as much, it was fairly obvious to everyone in the House of Lamentation that your favorite night of the week was when Lucifer had cooking duty. You would settle at a table in the kitchen, sometimes with your homework to pretend that you simply wanted somewhere quiet to work, and wait for him to arrive.

He would come into the kitchen already changed out of his RAD uniform. His jacket and gloves left behind in his room. He wouldn't even look at you as he unbuttoned his sleeves to roll them up past his elbows. He knew you were there and he didn't seem to be bothered by your presence in the slightest.

So it was tonight as you watched Lucifer gather the ingredients for whatever dish he was preparing that evening. He balanced various items from the fridge in his hands, nudging the door closed with a hip as he brought them to the counter. He gathered jars of spices and brought them over, too. He carefully lined up his tools, a bowl, a whisk, a cutting board, a knife.

You watched him put on a simple black apron, tying it easily behind his back. His attention was fully focused on the task at hand, never once looking up at you.

Lucifer began by picking up a knife to chop ingredients. You watched the way his fingers held a ghost onion as he cut it, the muscles in his arm flexing with each cut of the knife. The way he deftly swept the pieces into a waiting pan. The sure movements of his fingers as he added salt.

You needed to move slightly to see him when he inevitably went to the stove. But you wanted to watch him beside the heat, the shimmering of it rising in front of him. As you did, a single bead of sweat formed on his forehead, threatening to drip down his temple.

Without thinking it through, you picked up a nearby towel and went over to dab the sweat away before it fell into his eyes.

Lucifer put his pan aside onto a cold burner before turning to you, grabbing your wrist to prevent you from backing away.

"Are you attempting to distract me, MC?" he asked quietly, his ruby eyes searching your face, a slight smile of amusement on his lips.

You laughed softly. "Not at all," you said. "I only wanted to help."

Lucifer ran his fingers down your cheek with the hand that wasn't still holding your wrist. "I let you watch me cook because I know you enjoy it. But the moment you get too close, I find it difficult to ignore you. If you wish to observe, then I must ask you to return to your seat."

"And if I don't?" you asked, encouraged by the softness of his touch.

Lucifer shook his head. "Then dinner will never be ready and my brothers will riot."

You grinned. "Oh, well we can't have that. We especially don't want Beel to go hungry."

"Indeed," Lucifer agreed. He let his thumb catch on your bottom lip, pulling it down for a moment before releasing it. "After dinner, I will have nothing to do but give you my undivided attention."

You leaned in to kiss him, brief and sweet, before pulling away from him entirely to return to your seat.

You watched him make the rest of the meal, joined all seven brothers to eat it in the dining room. Despite your interruption, the food was as good as it always was when it was Lucifer's night to cook. You kept catching his eyes on you at the table, hidden smiles passing between you that the others were too busy to notice.

And after the cleanup was done, you found him already at your side, hand extended, ready to escort you to his room for privacy. He had left his gloves off and his skin was warm against yours as you took it. A thrill ran through your veins and into your gut at his touch and you were already at his mercy when you saw the glimmer of light in his eyes.

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