#hi. mod fish here

[severedfortress]

Engie, are the others coming later? You guys don't have rooms at the base, right? And by room I mean bedrooms. And since we're talking about the base, we'll we get some blueprints about the structure?

"They're all here by now, they're just in the common room probably."

"We don't sleep here since we leave in the evenings, so we don't need bedrooms."

"Granted, there's a lot of rooms we've never been into. But here's a basic map. Scale might be a little weird. It ain't like I can go around measurin' the rooms."

[interrogatormentors]

hey hold on hold on did Condy eat eridans ear/fin after she bit it what happened to it where did it go

well you see,

he did not earn ear privileges back so it was put in the trash and then shot out an airlock

[miunachan]

Ultimate List of Business Ideas ♥ [UPDATED]

Hi ❀ʕ·ᴥ·ʔ

Today, after hours of brainstorming and collecting impressions, I proudly present to you the ultimate list of business ideas for the newly released Businesses & Hobbies pack ✧. ✲ﾟ･｡✧･ﾟ

I've categorized the business ideas to provide a more structured overview, because there are so many  (๑❛ʚ❛๑). They are sorted into the following categories: 📌 Service-based small businesses 🍽️ Restaurants & entertainment venues 🛍️ Retail & creative shops 🛠️ Craft & manufacturing businesses 🎭 Fantasy & unconventional businesses.

Also for some of these ideas, I recommend using CC or mods to deepen the immersion, but that's completely up to you — sometimes using your own imagination does the trick too~ The recommended or sometimes necessary packs are included behind the business idea as well as CC/mod recommendation markers ❀✿❀

If you feel like something's missing, please comment your idea(s) and I will happily add them to the list so that the compendium can continue to grow (◕ω◕✿)

My other story ideas ✧. ✲ﾟ･｡✧･ﾟ ✿ Soft & Cozy Story Ideas ✿ Very Dramatic Story Ideas

Please take a look at my Patreon for more cute Sims 4 stuff~ You can find the original post here.

As always, happy simming! - MiunaChan ♥

📌 Service-Based Small Businesses

💉 Tattoo Studio (Hobbies & Businesses) 💆 Wellness Studio/Spa (Spa Day) 💅 Nail Salon (Spa Day) 💇 Hair Salon/Barbershop (CC/mods recommended) 💆‍♂️ Massage Center (Spa Day) 🧖 Sauna / Onsen Retreat (Spa Day, Snowy Escape) 🏋️ Gym & Personal Training (Fitness Stuff, Spa Day) 🧘 Yoga Studio (Spa Day) 🏔️ Rock Climbing Tours (Snowy Escape) ⛸️ Ice Skating Rink (Seasons) 🎢 Roller Skating Rink (Seasons) 🏊 Pool (Seasons) 📖 Library

👶 Daycare for Infants & Toddlers (Seasons, Parenthood) 🤓 Preschool (Parenthood, High School Years) 🐱 Pet Daycare (Cats & Dogs) 🐕 Pet Training & Agility Classes (Cats & Dogs)

🏨 Hotel/Motel (Get to Work) 🧺 Laundrette (Laundry Day Stuff) 🎉 Event Planning Agency (My Wedding Stories) 🏥 Cosmetic Surgery Clinic (CC/mods recommended) 🗣️ Public Relations Agency

🏕️ Campground & Outdoor Retreat (Outdoor Retreat) 🏞️ Private Garden Maze & Fishing Lake (Cottage Living) 🏫 Lecture Hall & Public Speaking Center 🤖 Robotics Workshop (Discover University) 🎭 Improv Theater & Acting School (Get Famous, Get to Work) 📖 Creative Writing & Journalism Workshops 👗 Etiquette & Manners School (My Wedding Stories) 💻 Coding Bootcamp & IT Training 🎮 E-Sports & Gaming Coaching

🍽️ Restaurants & Entertainment Venues

💻 Internet Café 🐾 Pet Café (Cats & Dogs) 🎲 Tabletop & Board Game Café 🧋 Bubble Tea Shop (High School Years)

🍔 Fast-Food Restaurant (Dine Out) 🥐 Bistro (Cozy Bistro Kit, Dine Out) ☕ Traditional Tea House (Snowy Escape) 🥦 Vegan Specialty Store (Cottage Living) 🥘 Food Market & Culinary Stalls (Cottage Living, City Living)

🎤 Bar/Lounge/Nightclub/Karaoke Club (City Living, Get Together) 🎸 Live Music & Jazz Club 😂 Comedy Club 🎥 Cinema (Movie Hangout Stuff) 🎳 Bowling Alley (Bowling Night Stuff)

🍦 Ice Cream Parlor (Seasons) 🎂 Bakery/Pastry Shop (Dine Out) 🚚 Food Truck (Snowy Escape, Cottage Living) 🧑‍🍳 Cooking Classes & Culinary School (Dine Out, Cottage Living)

🍇 Vineyard & Wine Tasting (Cottage Living) 🍸 Barista & Mixology Courses 🏰 Medieval Tavern (Get Together, Seasons) 🎭 Movie Studio Tour (Get Famous) 🏦 Museum & Science Exhibition (Discover University)

🛍️ Retail & Creative Shops

🌸 Flower Shop (Seasons) 💐 Flower Arranging School (Seasons) 🕯️ Candle Shop (Eco Lifestyle) 🏺 Pottery Studio (Hobbies & Businesses)

🖼️ Art Gallery (Get to Work) 🎨 Artist’s Studio & Creative Workshops (City Living) 📚 Bookstore (Get to Work) 📖 Comic Book & Nerd Store (City Living, Journey to Batuu) 🖌️ Art Studio & Painting Classes (City Living, Get to Work)

🧸 Toy Store 🛎️ Souvenir Shop (Island Living, Snowy Escape, Journey to Batuu) 🔮 Crystal & Occult Store (Realm of Magic, Crystal Creations Kit) 💎 Crystal Workshop (Crystal Creations Kit) 🏺 Antique Shop (Eco Lifestyle) 🔥 Fireworks Shop (Seasons) 🎵 Record & Music Instrument Store (City Living) 🎸 Music School (City Living)

📷 Photography Studio & Workshops (Get to Work, City Living) 🧥 Thrift Store (High School Years, Eco Lifestyle) 👘 Costume & Formal Wear Rental (CC/mods recommended)

🛠️ Craft & Manufacturing Businesses

🪑 Furniture Workshop (Eco Lifestyle) 💍 Jewelry Design Studio (Crystal Creations Kit) 👗 Bridal Boutique (My Wedding Stories) 💡 Lamp & Lighting Workshop 🎸 Musical Instrument Crafting (City Living) 👠 Shoe Workshop (CC/mods recommended) 👜 Handbag & Leather Goods Studio (CC/mods recommended) 👕 Tailoring & Fashion Design (CC/mods recommended)

🏡 Tiny House Design & Sales (Tiny Houses, Eco Lifestyle) 🌱 Gardening & Herbalism Workshops (Cottage Living, Realm of Magic) 🔧 DIY & Handicraft Workshops (Eco Lifestyle)

🎭 Fantasy & Unconventional Businesses (CC/Mods Recommended)

🕵️ Private Detective Agency (Get to Work) 💘 Dating Agency 🧹 Cleaning Service 🧠 Psychological Counseling & Therapy 🏚️ Second-Hand Furniture Store (Eco Lifestyle)

🎨 Black Market for Stolen Art (Get to Work, Jungle Adventure) 🧑‍🔬 Secret Alchemy Lab (Realm of Magic) 🎲 Backyard Poker Club 🎰 Gambling Den or Casino (Get to Work) 💻 Cybercriminal Hacker Hideout (Get to Work) 🏚️ Brothel 💋 Woohoo Playrooms 🔮 Medium/Psychic Business (Realm of Magic) 🧪 Potion Bar (Realm of Magic) 🕍 Cemetery & Tombstone Sales (Live and Death, Realm of Magic) 🦇 Secret Occult Society (Vampires, Werewolves, Realm of Magic) 🏕️ Nudist Colony 🕹️ Arcade & Retro Gaming Lounge (High School Years, City Living) 💭 Bubble Blower Lounge (City Living) ⛪ Church

[itsqwertyluvs]

･ ｡ﾟ☆: *  OCCULT BABY CHALLENGE RULES * :☆ﾟ.･

hi bffs !! so this is my version of the occult baby challenge rules that i'll be using for my sims 4 series :) (watch here)

full credit to simssav for a lot of the rules!

CHALLENGE OBJECTIVE:

have a baby with each occult type in the sims 4!

MODS I USE:

» FAIRIES VS WITCHES MOD - here

» EXPANDED MERMAIDS MOD - here

» GHOSTS CAN HAVE BABIES MOD - here

ALL OCCULT TYPES:

» ALIEN (GET TO WORK)

» BONEHILDA (PARANORMAL)

» FAIRY (FAIRY VS WITCHES MOD)

» FATHER WINTER (SEASONS)

» FLOWER BUNNY (SEASONS)

» GHOST (BASE GAME)

» GRIM REAPER (BASE GAME)

» ISLAND ELEMENTAL (ISLAND LIVING)

» MERMAID (ISLAND LIVING)

» PATCHY (SEASONS)

» PLANT SIM (BASE GAME)

» SERVO BOT (DISCOVER UNIVERSITY)

» SPELL CASTER (REALM OF MAGIC)

» TRAGIC CLOWN (BASE GAME)

» VAMPIRE (VAMPIRES)

» WEREWOLF (WEREWOLVES)

» WISHING WELL (ROMANTIC GARDEN)

HOW TO AGE UP EACH CHILD:

» NEWBORNS - pop up that it's their birthday

» INFANTS - get 8 milestones (only fine motor/gross motor/social)

» TODDLERS - reach level 3 in all skills OR level 5 in 3 skills

» CHILDREN - reach level 5 in any 3 skills

» TEENAGERS - complete their task (as seen below)

TEENAGE TASKS:

» ALIEN - level 10 rocket science skill

» BONEHILDA - level 10 archaeology skill

» FAIRY - level 5 alchemy skill

» FATHER WINTER - level 10 handiness skill

» FLOWER BUNNY - level 10 knitting skill

» GHOST - level 10 pipe organ skill

» GRIM REAPER - level 10 medium skill

» ISLAND ELEMENTAL - level 10 fishing skill

» MERMAID - level 5 singing skill + level 10 mermaid mythology skill

» PATCHY - level 10 flower arranging skill

» PLANT SIM - level 10 gardening skill

» SERVO BOT - level 10 robots skill

» SPELL CASTER - learn 10 spells

» TRAGIC CLOWN - level 10 comedy skill

» VAMPIRE - level 15 vampire lore skill + have 5 vampire abilities

» WEREWOLF - level 10 fitness skill + have 3 werewolf abilities

» WISHING WELL - level 5 entrepreneur skill

EXTRAS:

» if you don't want the challenge to be as difficult, you can change the teenage tasks to be easier. for example reach level 5 instead of level 10 skill!

» once a teenager has completed all their tasks, they have to be aged up and be moved out immediately!

» if you want to do the challenge like me, you also must kill one of each of the occult types! (it doesn't have to be the baby parents)

[jack-enbyfold]

Ska 101 for DBD fans

Do you wanna add more songs to your Charles playlist that aren't Ghost Town by the Specials? Do you wanna talk about ska bands in your fics but don't know what to use?

Well, listen close motherfuckers.

Source: my Rude Girl mother and British alt upbringing

Jamaican Ska

Ska was actually first invented in the late 50s as an offshoot of R&B mixed with Jamaican calypso and was first adopted by mods and skinheads in the UK. Jamaican ska evolved into rocksteady and reggae by the late 60s

3 Notable bands: The Skatalites, Byron Lee & the Dragonaires, The Wailers

2 tone

Ska hit a revival in the late 70s with the 2 tone movement which fused classic ska with the more punk rock sound that was popular in the UK. This is the movement that Charles is a part of, with both his 2 tone patch and the rasta pin showing the more political part of his interests.

Rude boys are also a mod evolution, hence the jacket, polo, smart shoes and tight trousers. This isn't really surprising as 2 tone hit its peak when racial tensions were super high in the UK and, despite the movement being more black and white focused, it resonated with a lot of the Indian immigrants in the UK at the time.

3 Notable bands: The Specials, Madness, The Selecter

3 Suggested songs for Charles: Tears of a Clown by The (English) Beat, Much Too Young by The Specials, On My Radio by The Selecter

"Oh but Jack, what about-"

Ska Punk

Third wave ska started the year Charles died as ska hit America and this is where ska punk was officially dubbed. While 2 tone did combine rock with ska, third wave added more heavy guitar riffs and cleaner brass sections to make its own sound. This is when ska became more world wide in general with Germany, Australia, Russia, Japan and Latin America all developing their own ska scenes

3 Notable bands (english speaking): Reel Big Fish, No Doubt, the Mighty Mighty Bosstones

3 Suggested songs for Charles: Here in Your Bedroom by Goldfinger, The Science of Selling Yourself Short by Less the Jake, Anger Management by Random Hand

New Tone

We're currently in the 4th wave (also dubbed New Tone). It hard to tell what defines it at the moment as New Tone is currently used to describe any ska sound post 3rd wave (which ended in the early 00s).

[theflowerbunny]

Do the MySims!

Hi, everyone! I'm Flower Bunny, but you can also call me Iel! I usually make some mods for MySims, and I've been sharing them on Nexus Mods. But I decided to share them here too, since not many people know that there are mods for it. And yes, I'm talking about the spin-off.

Current Mods:

MySims - Lua Folder Patch

MySims - Desk Bell Patch

MySims - Social Tweaks

MySims - Call a Friend Mod

MySims - More Interactions Available

MySims - NPC's Play Routefail Animations

MySims - Chat Like NPC's

MySims - Start an Activity

MySims - More Sims Spawn in the World

MySims - Unlimited Invetory Size

MySims - More CAS Content

MySims - Any Sim Can Water Trees

MySims - Any Sim Can Go Fishing

MySims - Alternative to Unlimited Blocks

MySims - Improved Game Camera

MySims - Better Build Mode

MySims - Activities Tweaks

MySims - Cassandra Appears in the Relationships Panel

MySims - Spookier Cassandra

MySims - Neighborhood Stories

MySims Lost and Found - Who Are You Interaction restored

MySims Lost and Found - Stargazing Activity restored

MySims Lost and Found - Beta Apple Default Replacement

MySims - Debug Mode Mod

[dandysworldhcs]

This is a blog dedicated to headcanons revolving around the popular game, Dandy's World by BlushCrunch studios on Roblox!

Mod Lore askblog: @modlings !!

Support Blog: @dwhcs-support !!

Mod applications: Closed !!

Inbox closes at 100 asks !!

Inbox: 26

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You can both

- Send in headcanons of your own, as long as they apply to the blog's rules.

- Request headcanons about certain characters/events/toon handlers/ships from the mods!

Your ask may be put on a queue, so you may not see it answered for a bit.

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- No NSFW headcanons, most of the admins are minors and these will absolutely be deleted both out of discomfort and mindfulness for the people who visit the blog. This includes jokes about characters being a virgin and stuff like that.

- Do not use slurs even if you can reclaim them.

- Headcanons with heavy topics (SH/Suicide/Eds/Etc.) are allowed as long as it’s discussed respectfully. Please don't go into heavy detail about these topics, however!

- Please do not send walls of text. Though some mods enjoy it, it’s likely to be deleted rather than to be answered due to the fact that these walls, at times, demotivate some of us to answer. They also are harder to moderate!

- Keep headcanons Dandy’s World related

- Don’t attack anyone for their headcanons, you either will be blocked from the page or your comment will be deleted.

- For requests: Please only request 3-4 headcanons at most in one request, We don’t take requests on AUs/OCs, Ship requests are fine

- We don’t allow the following:

^ Toodles x Anyone | Pebble or Coal x Anyone (excluding Pebble x Coal and why) | Scraps x Goob | Razzle x Dazzle | Ginger x Cosmo | Flutter x Flyte | Toons x Themselves (why) | Toons x their twisted (why)

- Common headcanons are likely to be deleted due to a constantly filled inbox.

^ This includes: Allodynia Shrimpo | “[Character] is [insert orientation/gender]” (with no depth or elaboration) | Southern Accent Sprout | Autism/ADHD headcanons (with no depth or elaboration) | Rodger's eye also turns into a mouth like Bill Cipher" | “Cocoa is related to Cosmo and Ginger" | "Connie was originally going to be a Halloween special toon" (with no depth or elaboration)

- If an ask has been at the bottom of the inbox for a long time (2-3 weeks) it may get deleted, sorry!!! 😞

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JUNE / EVIE - #obligatory june post / #juneytoons - she/her

howdy! i'm june :-] uuhh i am the second modling to exist on the blog and i am basically the manager of the blog!! occasionally, i'll answer a few asks, but i'm chiefly concerned with management stuff! :-3c

CHEEKY/MOTH - #🤍 cheeky - She/They/It

Hiya! i’m the original modling, THE queuer, main blog is @cheeky-rainbows but i post every 2 years so don’t expect much

#you got this travis! = non hc tag

ASTRO - #mod astro - They/He/It

I'm a chill guy that really likes Dandy's World, you'll see me come and go in bursts since I am a college student! Also if I like a headcanon enough I might doodle it! (hiatus)

JULES - #jules🃏🐰 - He/Xe/They/Clown

i suffer from silly little guy disease its where im too silly, im an artist and Im not around a lot BUT you will still see me, my main blog is @magitreapr if u wana send me liek, art reqs and stuff. The PSA guy!

#and mike has his rod out his fishing rod that is = non hcs tag + juliepiesPSA = PSA tag

DAZ/SCOTT - #freakin uhh mod daz - He/Any

im more active on tiktok.heh. also my main is @dazzlingqwq i guesss.. (also i barely use tumblr anymore sorry guys)

STEPS/LOCKSTEP/BRACKET - #🔒mod lockstep🐾

(Left May 18th, 2025.)

WURM/WORM/WURMY - #🪲wurmy - Any

I'm a very silly lil critter!!! Will be VERY random in my schedule. I might queue stuff if I know I'm going to vanish for awhile. Yahoo!! (hiatus)

COS/AUR🔥🔥

#mmmmmmod cos / #cos / #cos ^_^ - He/Any

uhhh yhdhshsb I CAN DRAW WOWIE also i write and stuff so that's cool ^_^ i hardly answer answer questions due to that not being a main focus of mine rn so mb ! i still get to it here and there

#chimicherry or cherrychanga = non hc tag

Ochette/Solan/Dandy/Scraps/Yatta/Taco/Sigma!!

#🌈🌸 mod dandy !! / #💗🐺 mod ochette !! / #💛☀️ mod solan !! / #🐱💖 mod scraps !! / #🪅🐈 mod yatta !! / #🌮🗡️ mod taco !! / #🖤📝 mod sigma !!

She/Her

(Removed June 11th, 2025)

Jon/Logan/Tim/Frosty - #👁📼mod Jon - He/They/It

I prefer Jon or Logan when referring to me. I might also draw asks !! I am a musical fanatic and love The Magnus Archives

TBA - #TBA - TBA

tba

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(under the cut) (189 anons counted)

musical anon, janon, fishbowl anon, k-anon, periwinkle anon

amethyst anon, 🍰🐕 anon, anxiety anon, 📟 anon

parentheses anon, sprinkle anon, 🟦🎸 Weezer anon, 🥝 anon

cleandeers anon/🍓💌 anon, star anon, new anon

🍓/sprout anon, ♠️🖋️ anon, spiderlily🌺 anon, ⛈️💫 anon

🎉 anon, AL anon, dinosaur anon, 🎀 anon, umbrella anon

lemon demon anon, 🌈🌸 anon, 🦐☕️ anon, 🔎🎖 anon

au obsessed anon, fireworks anon, holographic anon, jam anon

tma anon, hungry anon 🍿, circuit anon, 📺 anon, xccdd anon

🎣❄️ anon, 🌘🦐 Anon (previously shrimpo enthusiastic anon 🦐)

wisteria anon, n1 looey lvr anon, ourple anon, bouncy ball anon

PMD anon, 🏴‍☠️⚰️ anon, 🧬🧩 anon,🐈🔥 anon, paper anon

green/red anon, bobette's real mama anon, 🥩🍖 anon?

johnny cade anon [previously 🍨🦴 anon], fudge anon, silly cinnamoroll anon, 🦈 anon

🍓🥤 anon, fanedit anon, infinite anon, startime! anon

stella anon, sandollar anon, ✨the ragebaiter anon✨

i ate playdo anon, 💥🔫 anon, 🍎🎶 anon, 🌃 anon

anomaly cereal anon, 🍪🩸 anon, nerves the anon,🧁 anon

tropical charm anon, 💊🔪🩸anon, sparky anon⚡, 👁🎾 anon

gummy anon, 💎💜 anon, 🐀💥 anon, fries anon, 🌗🍓 anon

jester anon, YAAnon, panon 🍳, 🐑 anon, skibidi anon (sigh.)

ink anon, loyal bud anon, halloween hack anon, ghostberry anon

italicize anon, hivemind anon, veemote anon, cloak of eyes anon

🌙 starlit anon, 🧤🌱 anon/gardenon, opossum anon

rarepair anon, trans anon, hear me out anon

🍓🌙🍄 anon / 🍄🌙🍓 anon, 🍰 anon, 🍎 anon, 🪀 anon

randomized anon, orchid anon, 🔎 rodger anon

⭐🌊(starfall) anon, 🧽🍪 anon,🎈anon, rock anon, 🤡 anon

✨ anon, manymaws anon, eyeless anon, 👽 anon

SHRIMPO'S #1 (n1) FAN/DEFENDER anon, 🦋🔪 anon

👻🦌 anon, siblingisms anon, decadent anon, lavender anon

spikey anon (prev anon <0>), prince anon, secret distance anon

cheese slice anon, ☄️comet anon, rabies anon, baller anon

nurse anon, SF6 Anon, 🫵🏳️‍🌈 anon, 🏳️‍🌈🐈‍⬛ lesbian furry anon

fruitbowl anon, 🌸🔪🍬 anon, sparkle anon,🌻🧟‍♂️ anon

(❁´◡`❁) anon, 🐚moonshell🌙 anon, 🌸🦔 anon

the lavender anon, ✨🌈🔪🌈✨ anon, 🌑💤 anon

Bassie loving 🏳️‍🌈👻 anon, 🦊🦷 anon, dandy loves me anon

LOCKBALLOON🔒🎈 anon

literature anon 📝 (<--- had a different anon name I just don't know what)

THE CREATURE THAT LIVES IN YOUR WALLS

That Anon That REALLY Likes Glisten, stareye anon, 🍋⚠️ anon

peepy anon, fruitpunch anon, 💜✏️ anon, duck flavored anon

tree with leaves anon, stareye anon,

the creature that lives in your walls anon, the cosmo anon

👻🌔✨ anon, clown anon, 🫀anon, oddnon, whatnot

yatta kinnie anon, 3000 anon, caramel cosmo anon

cowboy anon, fluffcanon anon, Dinosnore Shelly anon

evil flowercase anon, snail mail anon, 🔮🐀 anon, apologetic anon, 🦐🔪 anon

smile anon (previously smiley anon), SKIN ANON (executed)

regular gigi anon, finn irl anon, serpentine anon

carlfish anon, 👻🦌 anon, 🟢🟣🎭 anon

“in case i make it” anon, peach anon, Slytherin Anon

the veelings anon, 4stro anon, 🍔👾 anon

Sickly anon

ANONS ARE ADDED AFTER WE'VE QUEUED YOUR ASK/POSTED YOUR ASK! At times, we forget to add you to the list, so please feel free to remind us!

[k-hippie]

CHAMPIGNAC : A NEW SIMS 3 WORLD

Champignac is a fully living Frenchy suburbia World based on Champs-les-Sims and has nothing to do with a vacation place ... Well, nothing is not really the right word ;)

Back in 2016/2017, when we began to think how we could remade Champs-les-Sims, we didn't know really what kind of world we wanted to do. We named the project : Sims de Nimes. Then, because we were on other projects ( such as sims 4 k-mods ) we left Sims de Nimes somewhere in the pipes.

We made Oaksoak Hollow ( based on Mystic Falls ), we made Eureka Valley ( a world between tech and classic life ) and we left behind the Sims 4 because, well ... too long to explain. :D

So, it was time to get out of the box our old project of Sims de Nimes ... During this time, some talented creators re-made Champs-les-Sims with their own vision, more oldy or more city life like, or more like Sunset Valley ... All those versions are interesting, but we wanted something else. And so, is born Champignac !

If Champignac is a true living suburbia world, it is too a quite rural world, almost a village with :

37 Community Lots

36 Residential Lots

10 Medieval Towers all around the town :)

:)

In addition, it remains few Empty Lots, differently sized to suit whatever you wish ... So, let's say Champignac is a french-not-so-little-town where life is slowly flowing and dynamic at the same time, perfect for families and Sims looking for a different lifestyle :)

A typical downtown and outskirts, full of old buildings and southern architecture, a joyful mix between south-east and south-west housing, with a touch of something more northener ( but don't tell the citizens; it's a sure way to be frowned upon ) ... After all they worked hard to keep Champignac as it is!

People living in Champignac are quite glad of it. Sure, teenagers dream of foreign lands, but they are not too eager to leave.

Once, the townies of Champignac were grumpy because Champs-les-Sims was so more popular than their hometown ... After all, everybody went to Champs-les-Sims, stayed there, made nectar, drove a Kenspa, flirted with locals, or … anyway! Tourists had a full experience in Champs-Les-Sims and weren't interested in visiting any other city. Champignac, the official twin city, didn't benefit from any international exchanges, and was left anonymous, far from fame and glory. As unreachable as the Eiffel Tower seen from Champignac ... until ...

In February 29th of a certain year, a distant descendant of Marquis de Landgraab lost his way on the road to Champs-les-Sims and landed in Champignac. Instantly, he fell in love with the town.

He saw an always growing vegetation, a Monastery full of secrets, the familial beach ( yes, there is a beach in Champignac ), the forgotten obelisk, the shop keepers full of stories, the well preserved houses, the green fields and the paved streets, the true Café Catane and a remaining wild fauna running here and there ... He saw perfection !

For a time, the townies of Champignac experienced fame and glory. But how exhausting it was! Tourists not really caring about the legacy of the kiosk owner, the monks overwhelmed, the museum director who couldn't find enough teenagers to help ... Even the fishes were exhausted! Hard times indeed ... Happily, this descendant of Marquis de Landgraab met someone, somewhere, and moved out, far far away from Champignac. Celebrities said their last goodbyes and slowly, life, as it should be, was back :) The townies and City Council learned from that experience that they very much preferred not to be as famous as Champs-les-Sims ...

Life in Champignac was relatively calm again when suddenly, a global health crisis emerged and the Simvid-18 pandemic hit many many people ... Anxiety swept through the villages and the small towns, including Champignac of course ... With an aging population, residents became increasingly concerned about the well-being of their neighbors and the future of the city.

Shop owners and farmers who were already considering retirement were now faced with the daunting task of deciding whether to continue their businesses in such uncertain times. The entire world seemed to come to a halt, leaving everyone in Champignac wondering who would carry the torch and ensure the future.

Surprisingly, the youngsters that only came sporadically for holidays, moved back to Champignac. Fearful of living in a crowded city and eager to gather with family members, they came to the old town with friends. After all, there were spare bedrooms in most houses!

When the restrictions were lifted, many were reluctant to leave. Going back to a stressful life and fast-paced city wasn't enticing anymore. Most decided to turn their lives around. They took up the florist shop or asked for a job transfer ... So, life emerged again :) Champignac is now a thriving town where you have everything you wish for and nothing more.

Champignac is blessed with old churches turned into bars or wineries, old palazzi that are inspiring, and small boutiques as gathering places ...

Winters and autumns are short, while spring and summer are long. Come and live among thousands of old buildings, walk on streets Roman soldiers once trod upon, see treasures from foreign campaigns, and benefit from the perfect blend of country living and town living.

Remember ... With its unique blend of history, culture, and natural beauty, Champignac offers the Sims a captivating and enriching experience. From the stunning architecture to the delectable cuisine, every aspect of this town reflects the South of France’s intoxicating charm.

Are you ready to move in Champignac ?

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IMPORTANT : We advice STRONGLY to begin with the half-populated SavaGame provided in addition to the World itself ...

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[merelyspecters]

Lost: The Minecraft Server

AKA Lost doesn't happen, "The Island" is just the survival server these guys play on. 

Jack is the guy who tries to organize the server and hopelessly fails. I cannot emphasize this enough, Jack is not good at Minecraft. He doesn't even really enjoy it. He's just playing out of obligation to the server owner Jacob who dragged him in as a mod.

Locke is the guy who goes off to defeat the Ender Dragon alone and reads the whole end poem weeping. He disappears for extremely long stretches of time. Sometimes, he's mining, and sometimes, he comes back with an elder guardian head.

Sawyer just griefs at first… But then he realizes he enjoys Minecraft more than he’d like to admit. And what’s more? He loves the thrill of fighting mobs more than griefing. He begrudgingly becomes the protector of spawn/new members.

Everything Kate holds dear fits in her ender chest. Her idea of a house is a two-block-high hideaway carved into the side of a mountain. She initially isn’t invested in the game, either… until she gets emotionally attached to her horse.

Sayid used to be a part of an anarchy server and quit the game for a while. He normally just messes around in creative mode, but after getting dragged into playing on the server, he makes redstone farms. An Ethoslab-type.

Jin fishes for hours at a time. No autoclicker or anything. He finds it relaxing. Sun's the farmer and makes endless fields of wheat. The two of them like Minecraft more because they're playing together rather than the actual game mechanics. They eventually leave the server to play Stardew Valley, instead.

Shannon is initially a builder/griefer—she'll terraform other people's builds to make her own stuff, and then be like "oh i thought you abandoned that house, sorry xoxo."

Charlie and Claire are both builders who make cute little houses in the flower forest together. Charlie is super into Minecraft and gets Claire into it by proxy.

Michael is originally the person who builds infrastructure around spawn. He’s not particularly into it—he plays to connect with Walter, who’s a huge fan of Minecraft YouTube. Specifically Mumbo Jumbo. After Michael leaves the server, Jack attempts to take over his responsibilities and fails miserably.

Hurley is not good at building, but he'll drop off gifts in front of people's bases and build them the most atrocious looking wool statues you've ever seen (like the YouTuber Skizzleman). He’s one of the OG Minecraft fans of the bunch.

Desmond logs onto the server accidentally. Honestly, he’s not even sure how he got here. The concept of video games baffles him. There’s a solid three weeks where he glitches into bedrock—Locke finds him on a mining expedition and saves him.

Penny isn't whitelisted on the server, either; Desmond fights to get her added.

Ben does not place or break a single block. He just steals from people’s chests. He gets the Diamonds! achievement before Stone Age.

Juliet is one of the best builders of the bunch. She and Sawyer create a hidden base in the Nether that they live in together.

The server owner Jacob will sometimes build bedrock obelisks. Genuinely for no reason. Just because.

Richard is a mod in creative mode. He breaks said obelisks.

[frutigeraerosims]

"A tropical ocean paradise loved by divers for its colorful coral and fish and more recently by scientists for its unique marine life. With plenty of large and small fish, this is an ideal diving location."

Hi, I’m Catherine and this is my first Sims 3 world! My intention was to create a smaller world that can be used to play the Island Paradise expansion pack in a more compact way. (It’s technically medium-sized, but a lot of that is water.) I based this world on the area of the same name in the game Endless Ocean: Blue World, granted with quite a lot of creative liberties taken. Gatama Atoll is situated in the fictional country of the Pelago Commonwealth, which is in Micronesia.

Isla Paradiso is stunning and there are great fixes out there, but I still prefer to play smaller worlds for the sake of performance and convenience. So here’s a small world meant for boats, houseboats, resorts, lifeguards, merfolk and of course diving!

While Gatama Atoll now features a town, the original area is still for diving, with 5 dive lots based on some of the areas in the game. On the islands surrounding the dive lots are small nature areas similar to those found in the original Gatama Atoll — you can find animals here.

Nearby is Nineball Island, a relaxing and homey place, ready for divers to move in and make it their hub of operations. This is also an area from Endless Ocean: Blue World.

The town features all the base game rabbit holes as well as a few community lots and the Festival Grounds, and empty lots for expansion. Additionally, there are houses situated right near the water, and ports for houseboats. The empty 64x64 lot is intended for you to build your own resort (or place one you downloaded), though of course you can place your resort elsewhere if you wish.

Like Isla Paradiso, Gatama Atoll has mysterious islands surrounded by fog, waiting for discovery. Only a few, though; one unlocked through diving, one through resorts, and one through lifeguarding (exact way to get each island will be included below).

Gatama Atoll requires Island Paradise, Seasons, Pets, and Sunlit Tides. I specifically made this world with blam’s ea store files, as my decrapped sims3packs did not work in CAW. Therefore, I believe this means you also need the Sunlit Tides store files to be non-decrapped in order to play this world. My recommendation is to just pick them up from blam.

This world definitely isn’t perfect, considering it was made by a complete novice. Here are some disclaimers:

The landscaping is relatively simple, both because of performance concerns and because I lack skill in this area.

The only lot I made is Nineball Island + I edited the houseboat. The other lots are all from Sunlit Tides or Isla Paradiso.

The world is also definitely on the smaller side and doesn’t have room for a lot of extra lots.

Also, you need to be farther out in the ocean to snorkel, you can’t be close to the beach.

The notifications when your sim levels up their diving skill are gonna say the Isla Paradiso diving spot names (e.g "Rocky Reef"), not the Gatama Atoll diving spot names. Please refer below for a proper guide on when you can access each diving spot.

This world was made in version 1.67 (Steam)

Required mods

NRaas register - with this mod, ban horses, unicorns, paparazzi and deer for a smoother experience. You don't want that stuff in this world.

Dive cave reset fix - I used one and only one dive cave in this world. With this mod, you need to reset that dive cave when you see it, just once. Please do not forget to reset the cave so that your sim doesn't get reset when trying to enter.

Interact on sloped terrain - The world is kinda curvy so I think having this is a good idea.

Recommended additions

Surf’s Up Sun and Fun Collection - so your sim can surf, and also have some cute CAS stuff.

Sun, Surf and Sand - cute beachy buildbuy stuff.

Island Villa - ditto^

Tiki dining room - tiki buildbuy stuff

Tiki living room - ditto^

Tiki outdoor living - ditto^

Yoga mod by twinsimming - for the tropical paradise zen.

Mermaid Power mod by xantak22 - improves mermaid gameplay.

4t3 Island Living conversions - look around for some if you need more buildbuy or clothes.

Feel free to do whatever you want with this world! I have no conditions. You’re welcome to tag me so I can see, too :)

Download 🐠

Notes

Here is when each dive spot is unlocked:

Atoll Gate: available at level 2 of the diving skill

Spring Garden: available at level 4 of the diving skill

Doughnut Reef: Available at level 6 of the diving skill

Blue Cliff: Available at level 8 of the diving skill

Cabbage Patch: Available at level 10 of the diving skill

Here is how to get each hidden island:

Diving island: At level 10 of the diving skill, explore the cave in Cabbage Patch. Reset the cave before going in.

Lifeguard island: Rescue 35 sims as a lifeguard.

Resort island: Have a 5-star resort.

[katcoin]

Festival of the Lost

Ch. 1 Festival of the lost. 

(TW: stealing,)

A child walked through the streets of Itahlis, the city of the Gods. Your [favorite color] jacket rubbed up against peoples arms as you walked by. Smoothly after rubbing up against someone's shoulder, you took his wallet from his pocket and walked like nothing happened. You opened the wallet and started to count the money, only a measly twenty bucks. Yeah sure it was money non the less but it won’t pay for anything nowadays. Not even a small pitcher of water at the pipes. You stuffed the money into your backpack and threw the wallet in a random direction. You stomped through the mod with your boots splashing some water onto other people. You didn’t care if people scowled at you and told you to slow down in the streets! You had places to be! And you didn’t care if that man you stole the wallet from was his last money. It was a dog eat dog world! Be the predator or be prey whatever you want to say. But it wasn’t your fault, well the act of stealing was but Ithalis being like this is because of them. The Gods…

“Hey [name]!” You heard a lady call out. You turned your head over and saw Mrs. Trun, the local fisher. First she saw your hair poking out of your hood then your face half hidden in a turtle neck making it look like you were wearing a scarf at all times. You ran over to her with a cheeky smile on your face. 

“Mrs. Trun!” You put your hands on the desk of her stall. “My best buddy, pal, friend, the best fisher in the world!” You started twirling your finger on the desk, giving her puppy dog eyes trying to coax her to give you some fish scraps to eat. “You got, I don’t know… Anything free? To eat? Probably now?” You gave her one of your signature bright wide smiles to sell it even more. 

“Oh you cheeky little thing, here.” She gave you two fish in a paper bag and beer, fried fish filet and some fries. “If you weren’t such a cheeky little thing I would haven’t given you anything to take it.” Mrs.Trun faced away from you and started to chop a head off a fish. 

“Thanks Mrs. Trun! I promise to pay you back one day! Gods’ blessings” You ran off waving to her.

“Yeah yeah go off before a cop catches you stealing again! And tell Howland I said hello!” She shouts towards you. You laughed, another perk of stealing, you met friends you thought you would ever have. You happily started to munch on the fish fillet like a hungry animal, well probably because you were one. You walked past an alley and saw a little girl around five curling into herself, she was dressed in rags and looked worse than most of the slums you see down in the depths of Ithalis. You frowned and finished the first fish fillet and placed the rest of the fish and fries down towards her. You still held the fish in the bag in your arms and spoke. 

“I am only giving you this because I pity you. We kids have it rough down here you know,” You spoke, the girl looked up to you and smiled, some of her teeth were missing and you couldn’t see her eyes from under her hair, but she looked as happy as the God’s would have been if they found Areti. She took the food and started to eat. “Kids down here can get themselves killed, go to the Mr.Truns fish stall, say that [name] sent you, you will be able to get some more food…” The girl said nothing but you knew you she took your word. You turned on your heel and left the alley. Yeah sure you were a classified stealer having your own wanted posters and everything, but you weren’t that heartless. 

You took the rest of your walk dodging local soldier stations in the streets of Itahlis like you have done thousands of times. Like on autopilot you crossed over the abandoned railroad tracks, walked past the slightly better part of Itahlis (it's better because the shops actually have buildings and less graffiti) year sure it was still dirty and you have found both dead and alive rats but it was still better. But nothing could be better than Itahlis’ topside. Or as we all know the heavenly court. Bright lights that made the night look like day, extravagant shops with even more fancy wear, and finally even more delicious food. Your mouth just watered thinking of it. But you snapped out of it from a gust of wind passing you. It was a speeding car. 

“HEY--!” You stopped before you could get another word out, yeah black fancy car. One of the Gods goons. You didn’t want them on your tail again. Never again… Finally you reached Starfall bridge. It was still half built and the once lake that swept under the bridge now swept a few miles away to the water reserve for Itahlis. So now Starfall bridge is just a bridge, over a bare patch of dirt. You walked under the bridge and grabbed a stick with a bell on it. You pounded the stick on the floor, the bell ringing out. You didn’t care if it was loud or not, the only people who come out to the outskirts of this part of the City are only dealers or people who poke the Gods’ goons a little too much for their liking. A quiet but silky voice spoke out. 

“A child who ran to be remembered, gone over the hills and far away…” It was a man’s voice, it was calm and soothing, one you almost heard each day. 

“Just let me in Howland!” You whined, placing back against the bridge wall. “It’s [Name]! Come on! I don’t want some dealer driving by and seeing me here!!” 

“I said finish the verse child…” Howland's voice went annoyed. And you stomped your feet and sighed. 

“Shall rise again to be heard! Now can you-- WOWOWAHHHHHH!!” The trapped door under your feet mid sentence making your free fall. Luckily it was an abandoned sewer so, it was just a tunnel you ended up screaming your head off and sliding down. You finally make it to the end of the tunnel rowling in. You sat up brushing the dirt off of your sweater and stood up. “Next time warn me… I felt like I was about to die…” 

“Take off your boots little one, you will muddy the floor.” Howland sat in the middle of grounds. Yes both of you lived in the sewers, atleast you two weren’t some turtles in hiding or something. The bottom of the sewers were illuminated by candles and the walls were adorned with talismans, books, and scriptures scattered around. “Welcome home [name] I missed you, did Mrs. trun give you some fish?” he turned over to from where he was sitting. Howland was holding different scriptures in his hands looking through them. You walked over to him and opened up the bag of fish. He smiled and pointed over the small pot and stove on the ground. You nodded and placed the bag next the the two pillows used as chairs near the stove and went over the Howland. “Help me stand child,” Howland lifted up his lifted arm for you to put over your shoulder. You raised him up, you saw his missing left leg, you wished that you sometimes didn’t steal. You know what they say, eye for and eye, a leg for a leg. 

“What do you want to make today Howland?” You helped him sit down on one of the pillows and sat on the one adjacent to him. 

“Just grilled fish like always” Howland leaned over and opened up the bag of fish and removed the pot just leaving the spot for the fire. Howland took the flint and steel and started the fire, he placed the fish on top of the fire and let it cook. 

“Howland,” You said, getting comfortable on the pillow. “Tell me another story?” 

“Of course, how about the hare and the star again?” Howland moved some of his white hair away from his scarf tucking it behind his ear. 

“No, how about a new one?” You looked down at the fish cooking, it made a satisfying crackling noise once in a while. 

“How about I tell you the story on how I found you?” Howland reached forward and flipped over both fish, letting the other side cook evenly. You nodded your head and he laughed. “Once upon a time, long ago, maybe 10-14 years in the past,” He blew the smoke  away from the both of you with his fan grabbing some salt near him and sprinkling some on the fish. “A man, me, walked along the path back to the sewers after a festival of the lost and telling stories for all to hear.” He took a breath then looked at you. “He then heard a cry, a baby's cry, the man walked over to the little one’s wails and pleaded for food and saw a little baby [name] wrapped in cloth.” You giggled hearing your name. “Yes, the man picked up the baby, he was panicking thinking, “a child in the middle of Ithalis all alone? What should I do? Where are their parents? But after a bit of searching, the man found out that the baby was abandoned and forgotten.” Howland took the two fishes and put them on sticks, handing one to you and having one for himself. “So being the nice man he is, he took the little babe in and raised them as his own, growing up strong, beautiful, and more amazing than he could ever dream of.” After Howland said this you giggled from his complement. 

“Aww, Howland! You complained to me too much!” You bit into the fish instantly jolting back forgetting it was straight off the fire. “Ow, ow! Hot!” Howland then laughed to himself.

“[name] can you please grab the water for us?” You nodded, placing the flush down on the fire to keep it warm and grabbing a small jug of water and two cups, giving one to him and holding another one for you. He poured himself a cup and then you. “To the Gods, and may they bless our family for years to come.” He raised his glass over the fire. You put your glass against his making a small clink sound. 

“To the Gods…” You took a sip from your drink, and so did howland both of you enjoying your dinner. 

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Both of you just finished your dinner, you helping Howland get to his bed and you putting out the fire. After, you removed your coat and layed down in your bed right next to Howland. 

“You must know that the festival of the Lost is tomorrow, yes [name]?” Howland turned over to you, he covered himself in quilts and pillows. “I was invited to tell another one of my fables to the children…” You turned over to him holding your sleeping pillow close to your  chest getting a little sleepy. “You know I can’t drive anymore, and the festival is too far away, please drive me over.” He looked at you sympathetically. 

“Howland…” You took a deep breath and sighed. “I don’t even know how to drive.” You were trying to hold back a smile, it was like asking a newborn to run after coming out of the womb. 

“You know how to ride a bike, I-I have a motorcycle, please [name]? For me?” he looked at you and gave you puppy eyes, dang you can no to that.

“Isn’t it illegal to drive at my age?” You looked at him mockingly of course it was. 

“[name] you steal for us to get by, driving a motorcycle won’t be a problem for you. After a small bit of awkward silence, both of you burst out laughing. “Than--AHAH! Then it’s settled then!” Howland snorted which caused you to laugh harder. “You are going to bring me to the festival of the lost!” You nodded as both of you quieted down and went to sleep.

Now looking back you wish that you never agreed. 

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Howland held onto the staff that you used to open the sewer, it was actually his walking cane. He wore his story telling robe meant only for special occasions. It was really fancy too. “Now child you press your foot onto the pedal and--” You slammed your foot onto the pedal making you jolt forward on the bike scaring the living ghost out of you. “[NAME]! Slow down! Ok press it slowly, slowly…” Howland slowly walked towards you as you were done. The bike went at a normal speed, surprisingly, you were learning fast! Unlike the cooking incident. (we don’t talk about the poor chicken you destroyed that day.) 

“I’m getting it!” You drove in a circle around him, it was just like he said, driving a bike. More dangerous, might be able to explode your bike!

“I knew you can do it little one, now come on, let's go,” He handed you a helmet which squished your cheeks a bit, and Howland didn’t wear one since both of you didn’t have a second. Howland climbed onto the bike sitting right behind you hugging you for support. “Now, to the festival of the lost!” He commanded, causing you to drive at full speed, making him yelp, almost dropping his cane which he held while hugging you. But you had your own reason for coming, to steal. Yes it was pathetic that all you can think of is stealing, but not just from anyone, Not someone’s wallet. Not someone's purse. Not some child’s candy, no. You were going to steal from the top. Steal from the harbinger’s crown. And get away with it!  It won’t only just be for your gain, for all the people that suffer under his boot. Ms.Trun with her fish selling going down by the year, the little girl in the streets that you gave food too, for Howland who had to live in the sewers so that the harbinger’s goons won’t steal his other leg, and for all of the people of Italhis who suffers because of the Gods. 

Little do you know they will be the one stealing you. 

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You pressed the brake button on the motorcycle coming to a full stop, you parked right in front of the little theatre that Howland was supposed to perform at. “See you later Howland! I’m going to explore!” You were about to skip off (Steal some old ladies pearls) before Howland called out to you. 

“You sure [name]?” He looked to you all worried. “The last thing I want for you is to get thrown in jail, or worse, hurt…” Howland walked over to you and hugged you once more. “Don’t forget to come back before 7 a’clock ok? (19 o'clock military time)” You nodded as he squeezed you once more. “I love you, my child,” He patted your head as you laughed.

“Come on! It’s not like I’m going to be snatched right? I’ll come back.” You were about to skip off until…

“Wait!” Howland called out once more. 

“What about this time?!” You turned around your hands in your pockets.

“Do you have the offering for the procession?” 

“Yeah duh!” You stuck your tongue out as you pulled a singular sugar cube out of your pocket and held it up like it was a priceless gem. 

“Good, now don’t get lost.” Howland waved goodbye as he walked into the theatre. Making you go off onto your stealing mission once more. 

You finally arrived at where the procession of the Gods was supposed to be, it was heavily guarded with royal personnel everywhere. Of course it was! Everyone who lived toward the center of Itahlis got more and more richer, until you reached the heavenly court. The closer you got, the more people who worked for, or were related to the Gods themselves. A guard with a golden helmet and trident walked up to you towering over. “Offering for submission?” The man held out his free hand towards you unmoving. You smirked and handed him the sugar cube. The guard looked at you and scoffed, until he realized you were being serious. “Y-you may pass…” He opened the gate and let you in. As you walked into the procession, it was well what you expected, extravagant. Performers, food venders, pop up shops, and finally the crowd of people for the procession. You could practically feel your mouth drooling with all the beautiful things around you. All of the Beautiful things you can steal. You looked at the floats carefully, each one designed with such detail and accuracy, each one can be its own piece of art, and the subject in the middle, the corresponding god. No, it wasn’t some little actor impersonating them, it was the real deal.

You pushed yourself to the front of the crowd to check where the harbinger’s float was. Exactly where you thought it was, all the way at the end, dang idiot always wanted to make an entrance huh? He was lazing around on his throne, being fed grapes by a servant and another coming his long dark blue hair, and you mean long. Floor touching long. You looked around and found a building with a ladder. You rushed over bumping into a few people and scrambling up to the roof. “Ok, [name] jumping off a roof won’t be that hard! It’s just like falling down a sewer’s hole, just like falling down a sewer's hole…” You gulped as you saw Anris’ float just past by, crowds were hurling her name as she waved kindly to all the children she spotted in the crowd. Finally saw the Harbinger’s float right under your roof it was time. You walked backwards a bit and leaped off at full speed. If you weren’t terrified for your life, it would have felt like flying. You landed right behind the giant fan looking thing on his float, you didn’t care what it was, just how much you were going to take. You stood up seeing you had landed perfectly ok. It seems that you landed at a weird backstage part that no one cared to look at, good. You peeked your head out to see where the float was going, you had to be fast. 

You skillfully climbed to the top of the float making sure not to be seen sitting right above the Harbinger’s throne. You reached over your hand, slightly touching his crown. It was a beautiful black material with silver engraving carved into it. It wrapped around his head like a headband. You started to slightly nudge it. This technique always worked on people you stole hats from. It will work on him, right? Inch by inch, one little touch by the minute. You got the crown off. You held the Harbinger’s crown in your hands. The symbol of all of Ithalis was in your hands. 

“So you were the child who offered the sugar cube at the offerings.” You heard a deep rough voice speak. You went pale, you could feel the blood retreat from your body and your eyes met with the Harbinger’s. You were shaking all over as he stared at you. Well, answer me!” He stood up fully making you fall off from where you were sitting scrambling over to be behind his throne. He scoffed and grabbed you by the scruff bringing you to the center of the float. “Answer for your crimes child or–” 

“I-I didn’t mean to I!” You tried to plead to be let go, but suddenly a splitting headache burst into your mind, it felt like someone was trying to rip your head open and crush it at the same time. These memories started flashing. 

“You’re useless Areti!” flash. 

“Why do I even consider you my child, get out of my sight!” flash. 

“I can’t stay here much longer…” You saw through the eyes of someone who wasn’t you. You saw your hands? No one's hands packing something. But before you can register what was going on, flash. 

“Areti–” flash. “RUN AND NEVER LOOK BACK!” flash. “MY CHILD!” Flash. “ARETI!” flash. It was like your whole life was playing in front of you. Was it even your life anymore? Before you can grab another thought. You opened your eyes. You weren’t at the festival anymore. You were in space, a weird pocket dimension or something. You were laying down water covering you besides your face. You sat up panicking, breathing shallowly. What is going on?! Stars were in the water like they were coconuts and planets were looming over your head, until you heard a voice. 

“[Name] of iIhalis!” You spin your head around frightened. A person around your age floated above you, they had fluffy unruly hair with a poncho with no sleeves covering them like a blanket. And finally holding a staff with a dark star encased inside its curve. They were literally glowing as they landed bare feet onto the water, their feet faded from an inky black to a pearly white, and their hands were detached from their body making them look outlandish by the second. “Do you know who I am?” You shook your head scrambling to your feet. Both of you were the exact same height too. The kid in front of you also had a four cornered star over their right eye. Wait, you knew that star face before. Areti. The kid standing in front of you was Areti deity of the lost, wanderers, and children. 

“A-Areti?” You blinked in disbelief. 

“Ba-ba-ba-BINGO! AHAHA!” Areti flew up into the sky and celebrated, the planets and stars around you lit up or span reacting at the same time as Areti. “I knew I chose the right one!” They floated down towards you, their bare feet landing on your shoulders making you stumble around. “You see, I need a successor!” 

“What?! NOw?!” You voiced cracked as you finally balanced your weight with Areti’s. 

“Yep! And you're perfect for the job!” They floated off of you taking their staff planting it on water below both of you and balancing on it like it was a tightrope. “You stole from the Harbinger! My dad! The ruler of Heaven!” They finally landed on the floor right in front of you. You looked closely, they look almost like you, same face shape, smile, hair type (well more messy) everything! Well besides the star shape over their eye. “I didn’t even have the guts to do that!” Then Areti’s face became serious. “As you know, I jumped down from heaven and ran away blah blah blah blah! But in the process I gave up my immortal power. I still had it with me, just I couldn’t tap into it anymore…” They took their staff and placed it in front of you pointing to the star balancing in it. That star was their power. “I know dumb decision! But, that is where your story begins!” They circled around the water making small ripples. “If you didn’t know already, you are the reincarnation, yours truly, Me!” 

"WHAT DO YOU MEAN REINCARNATION?!” You were terrified, surprised, appalled, flabbergasted, any word you can use to describe this moment, it will work. Who were you anymore? Were you [name]? Or Areti? You started to breathe shallowly again.  What is going on?!

“Well of course you weren’t the only one!” Areti laid back floating in the air. “There were many before you, many!” They started to count on their fingers. “Samantha, James, Liam, Quincy, and the list goes on!” they then flopped over putting their hands on your shoulders. “But they never knew! Just lived, died, and never knew that they were a reincarnation of a literal deity! But you know! So I have to ask you something…” Areti grabbed the star from their staff ripping it out, the cosmos around you faded until both of you were just standing in a black void. “Stop all of this madness, please, for my-- our, Our people.” 

“I-I can’t, I’m just a kid! Why couldn’t you wait until I was an adult?!” You pushed the star away from you Areti stood back. 

“It’s your choice in the end, I can take it back, you don’t have to if you don’t want to be a kid… It’s a dumb Idea anyways… Just gotta wait until the next reincarnation you know?” Areti placed the star back into their staff making the space scenery come back. 

“Wait!” If this means that you will be able to save everyone else from God's reign, then so be it. If this means everything will be better for everyone, for you, Howland, for the rest of the humans in Ithalis so be it! “I-I’ll do it.” You held out your hand for the star, Areti, smiled and pulled out the star. 

Areti pushed the star onto your face giving you the same mark that they had the same star shape over your eye. “Go on kid, do what I didn’t have the guts to do…” The ground started to warp under you pulling you down into the abyss. 

“WILL I EVER SEE YOU AGAIN?!” You grasped at the pit’s walk, they felt like fine silk. 

“MAYBE! GOOD LUCK LITTLE SUGAR CUBE!! AHAHA!” Areti waved to you goodbye as you were pulled into darkness once more. 

.

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You woke up floating in the air, the whole crowd had their eyes on you. You hated it, it was like every since you had been enhanced. The mark on your face made it felt like your face was burning off. Your ears were bombarded with murmurs and whispers but one name was repeated over and over again. Areti… A bright light was behind you making you look. Behind you was a giant silhouette of Areti, they were glowing white they stood stern face unmoving as if three sets of floating arms were just sitting there, one pair held their staff, another was holding a wake ure you stay floated, and another set was caressing their cheeks. Behind them, was their sigil, each god had one. Their eyes that met yours, then it vanished making you fall to the ground. 

“A-Areti?” You whipped your head up again seeing the Harbinger’s. He ran over to you about to hug you. 

“What just happened?! What did you do?!” The whole experience happened because of the Harbinger’s touch, right? Instead of hugging you, he gently brought you up onto your feet. 

“You have their mark…” The Harbinger stroked your cheek making the mark sting, which made you hiss. He didn’t care though, his child, his baby was home. He spun you around the face of the crowd, everyone was silent at this point. You were at the end of the procession seeing that all of the floats were in a circle. Even the Gods were silent, some in the middle of an action stood still. A servant who was fixing the God of war, Adamis hair was stuck frozen in place, while Adamis himself jaw was agave. The harbinger held your hand up high like you won a fight and announced.  “CITIZENS OF ITHALIS!” Everyone was still silent. “ARETI! MY CHILD HAS COME HOME!” A weird awkward silence rang out until the crowd burst into cheers and claps making you jolt back a little. The harbinger bent down to you and picked you up like how you would with a baby. “You’re finally home my sweet, everyone is so happy… I’m sorry for making you run away…” He buried his head into your hair trying to stifle back a sob. He placed you down on the ground again wiping his tears and placing his hand on your back. You looked up at the crowd seeing all the other people cheer. You really hope that Areti chose the right person to give their power to… 

Note: So even if there wasn't anything really yandere until it's hinted towards the end, this is slightly going to be a slow burn thing where it will occur throughout the story instead of all at once! thank you for reading and bear with me!! I am free for questions about the story so my asks are always open!

[curly-capt]

Hello, Internet!

My name is Curly. I'm the Captain on the Tulpar. My crew was talking about this website and their "Blogs". I thought maybe it would be fun to join! So, Daisuke helped me set up the whole thing. Here's some relevant information about me.

My name is Curly, but nicknames are alright.

I'm 31 years old.

I'm the Captain, although I used to be the Co-pilot many, many years ago. (Gosh, I feel old..)

Well, that's all I suppose! Please, feel free to reach out and talk! I love meeting people.

OOC:

Hi, I'm the mod! You can call me Ry. I'm 18, and a huge fan of Mouthwashing. Please keep the asks appropriate & Respectful. Roleplaying and interaction are highly encouraged!

AU Info:

WARNING: BLOG DEALS WITH THEMES OF ABUSE, MANIPULATION, TRAUMA, SUICIDAL IDEATION, SELF HARM, MENTAL ILLNESS AND MORE. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED. PROCEED AT YOURE OWN RISK.

This blog takes place early in on the final voyage of the Tulpar. The events of the game are still Canon to this timeline, but they have not occurred yet, and are still preventable.

Curly is a Biromantic/Trans individual. He is open about this and will talk about it.

He's in denial about having a crush on Jimmy.

This version of Curly does present with Anxiety & Audhd! I, the mod, have them and I.. can't play a character without accidentally giving them my issues.

Information known about this version of Curly: (Will be updated as information is shared)

- He was bullied as a child/young teen. He is unaware that he was being bullied, but after befriending Jimmy, the bullying.. "mysteriously" stopped.

- He wanted to be a pilot his entire life. He's starting to regret that.

- He has an younger brother named Everett

- He wants to get a dog once he gets back to Earth.

- He's bad at drawing, but enjoys it anyway

- He's a people pleaser

- He doesn't like fish

- He likes the emoji hearts, and will occasionally use them alongside the emojis 😞 and 😊

- Is prone to having "weird dreams" (not NSFW)

- Very, very, very bad at flirting. Flustered easily

- Describes himself as a "dreamer" when he was a child

- Had an overprotective mother

- Space was his special interest growing up

- Dislikes naps

- Loves stars!!!!!

- Had a ficus, but he gave it to Jimmy

- Calls Daisuke "Kid/Kiddo"

- Favorite colors are Orange & Blue

- has a star projector light in both the cockpit and his quarters

- was taught how to make paper stars

- loves physical affection

- has a sister named Emmeline

- Has a pet rock named Darcy

[batmanisagatewaydrug]

Hey there sex witch! This one might be a little bit out of your wheelhouse, but I don't really have anyone else to ask 😅 and this seems mostly relevant to what you talk about.

So recently I (a very shy person for a long time) have gotten pretty active in some fandom discord communities, and I've been making a ton of friends. Which is great because I used to have social anxiety to the point where I could barely talk to people, especially online. The problem is that my new friends are all VERY horny, all the time. Which, great for them, I don't really feel the same way. They're also very interested in ERP and other varieties of e-sex and often ask if I want to join. I really don't, but it's fine that they're into that. One guy in particular is really starting to freak me out though. He's a semi-popular creator and a mod on one of the servers. He's becoming a pretty good friend of mine and I play online games with him and others a bunch. He, like the rest of the crowd, is also very horny all the time. He often makes sexual comments about me, sometimes very graphic ones. Stuff like telling me to take my clothes off IRL while on call with him or saying stuff like "I want to fuck you until you cry" or just dming me asking if I want to have sex with him. Sometimes he notices that his comments make me uncomfortable and he did reach out to sincerely apologize for it once, but he hasn't changed his behavior a whole lot.

The big thing that worries me about him is the fact that he's 28. I'm 18, just graduated high school. He knows this about me. He does a very good job of keeping his server 18+ and would never make a sexual comment about a minor, but is still comfortable doing sexual things with people ten years younger than him. Another thing is that even though I've told him I already have a boyfriend, he assumes I'm in an open relationship even though I never told him I was. My boyfriend also says this guy kinda freaks him out and that he's a little worried about me.

I know that age gaps between older people can be perfectly healthy and problems arising from them vary pretty heavily from person to person, but I'm not entirely sure if this is ok or not. This guy doesn't want to hurt anyone. Have I probably just not properly expressed my boundaries with him? It's not like he's targeting me or anything, he acts this way with basically everyone. I'm torn on what to do, he's still my friend and I like him otherwise. Should I just keep laughing it off? I am uncomfortable but I guess it's not a huge deal to me. Should I stop talking to this guy?? Help??

🐟🐟 So I can find this quickly if/when you answer it

hi 🐟🐟,

this guy fucking sucks and needs to be banned from interacting with maybe anyone until he learns what "no" means. literally every individual thing you've described him doing would be alarming in it's own, but altogether this man is a walking collection of red flags. this is not your friend and this is not a guy who cares about your boundaries or well-being; this is a man using his fandom clout to sexually harass you (and likely others). him being ten years older than you isn't even really the biggest issue here; all of this would be shithead behavior even if you were exactly the same age.

get out of there, double fish.

[anon-e-miss]

Storm's End

(I've been playing sims again now that my mods are behaving. Decided on a fresh mer play and this is what you get)

“Are ya sure this is the right place, Ori?” Jazz asked as they stepped offer the small ferry.

“Only one Damaxus,” Punch replied. “This ain’t what I expected.”

Lilleth sang their songs from the trees as oilgulls squawked overhead. Fishing boats lined the docks, the crews call out to each other. Mechanisms boat the fresh cyberfish right off the boats, despite the drizzle. There was a roar of laughter and then another. The mood was happy and light. It was nothing like the docks in Polyhex. Even when the sea was willing give up a net of cyberfish, no one but the desperate would dare eat anything dragged up from the murky, sewage filled waters. The sea around Damaxus was anything but murky and there was no stink of waste. As far as the optics could see, the ocean surrounding Damaxus was clear turquoise, and apparently brimming with life. It was nothing like the stories Punch had told, a smugglers haven, a wretched slum. Damaxus, to Jazz’s optics, looked like paradise.

“When were ya last here?” Ricochet asked. “Twenty vorns?”

“Even in twenty vorns,” Punch said. “A turn around like this... I’d call it a miracle if I believed in such things.”

“Auntie Dipole’s ‘round here somewhere?” Jazz asked.

“Mhm,” Punch replied. “Maybe she can explain all this. Port was so rough, Lockdown even gave up on it for Primus’ sake.”

They walked past Dipole twice before the spotted the wirey femme among the crowds of mechanisms going from boat to boat, selling their bounty. She hopped down from the bridge of a pretty yacht, surprising all three Polyhexians. Punch let out a happy whoop and hugged his old friend. Dipole looked like a strong breeze could blow her over but she always had. At the same time, she did not look worn but determined but bright and alive. She yacht she was serving as cook on was docked in Damaxus for repairs, having run into trouble with pirates. Jazz blanched at the thought of her near death but his auntie seemed unfazed. She had ordered the captain to sail for Damaxus, even though he had wanted to sail for Polyhex, to sail under the safety of her canons. The yacht’s owner had sided with Dipole and as they had raced into the seas near the island, a great squall had come up and all but blown them into port where the pirates had crashed into the rocks and been scuttled.

“When I saw the red sky with dawn, I knew we’d be safe,” Dipole declared. “Red sky against this light-cycle, that’s why all the boats have come. A storm is coming.”

“Storms always comes to Damaxus,” Punch replied.

“It’s different now,” Dipole replied. “No hurricane has reached land in a decavorn, at least. Not a boat that’s minded the skies had been lost.”

“Seems too good to be true,” Punch declared, frowning.

“Sure, but I’m not going to turn up my olfactory ridge to a gift from the gods,” Dipole replied.

“Ya know a place where we can stay for a few ‘cycles while we get our bearings?” Jazz asked.

“Oh sure, there’s the inn,” Dipole said.

“Damaxus has an inn?” Punch asked, sounding dubious.

“Lovely Praxian family runs it,” Dipole explained. “They’ve got a little pub too. There’s no ordering anything, you eat whatever they have mind to serve that cycle. It’s always good.”

“Where’s the inn?” Jazz asked.

“Lockdown’s old perch,” Dipole replied. “At some point they bought the land and built their place right up from the beach. Its a pretty little place.”

“Surprised he ain’t come to take it back,” Jazz said.

“Lockdown hasn’t had much luck with Damaxus since the sea changed her spark,” Dipole replied. “If any of his ilk had given them trouble, I haven’t heard. I did hear Swerve got caught snooping in their wine cellar. Had him running scared, whatever they did.”

“H’uh,” Jazz murmured.

“H’uh indeed,” Punch replied.

“Oh, I see Tripwire, that’s their grandbitty, he’ll know if they have rooms,” Dipole exclaimed and she waved to a first tier youngling who was walking down the dock with a basket full of fish. “Tripwire! Overhear, Dearspark.”

“Hello Ms Dipole,” Tripwire greeted the femme with a dip of his doorwings. Though he had the telltale doorwings of a Praxian, his other features were distinctly Polyhexian, namely his audial horns and the shape of his mouth. He dipped his doorwings to Jazz and his kin. “Hello, Sirs.”

“Tripwire, do you by chance know if there are rooms in the inn available?” Dipole asked. “My friends have come from away.”

“Oh yes,” Tripwire said. “Two or three. It’s good you’ve come before the storm.”

“We got the last ferry o’ the orn,” Jazz declared. “Now we know why it’s the last.”

“You’ll be save on the island,” Tripwire assured them. “The rain’s going to pick up any klik, follow me to the inn.”

“I can carry that basket for ya,” Ricochet offered, miraculously coming out of his ennui for a moment.

“Thank you, Sir,” Tripwire said. “Grandgeni sent me to get more cyberfish. Lots of sailors in from the wet looking for a hot meal, even if they aren’t staying at the inn.”

“We ain’t sailors but I think he’s gonna have three more plates to fill,” Jazz declared.

“That’s okay,” Tripwire said. “We always have enough.”

“Fraggin’ skiff...” a sailor cursed. The mechling turned to look and the grizzled seafarer looked aghast.

“Language,” Tripwire scolded. The mech’s shipmates roared with laughter.

They walked on. Tripwire’s manners were formal. Sure, Damaxus was not turning out to be the dilapidated slums Ori remembered, it was still a fishing port and the mechling’s manners seemed a little out of place. Yet, the mechanisms working the boats seemed to enjoy him. His accent sounded Praxian to Jazz’s audio horns though he had encountered few of his frametype. Apart from the small clues in his appearance, there was no suggestion of Polyhexian heritage in his accent or formal manners. Perhaps his family had made their lives as sailors before settling on Damaxus, as much as Praxians were noted to keep to their own, Polyhexian spread far and wide in search of work and shelter. The already tough living condition of the Wastes had only been worsened by vorns’ long droughts and Straxus’ greed and corruption. Ori had not been expecting paradise in Damaxus, and clearly it was tripping him up but they could work with this. There were lots of boats going to and fro, what would one more be to the islanders?

“Grandori, do we still have rooms?” Tripwire dipped his doorwings as he greeted the mech cover the desk. “Ms Dipole’s friends came to visit.”

“We have two,” the elder Praxian replied. “One small private room and one with two berths.”

“We’ll take’em,” Jazz replied, offering the innkeeper shanix to pay for the rooms. “Ori’ll have the private one, Rico ‘n me’ll share the double.”

“Please enter your designations on the register,” the innkeeper said. “Tripwire, take the fish to your grandgenitor and then you are free to do as you will.”

“Okay, Grandori,” Tripwire replied. “Thank you, Sir for carrying the basket for me. Have a good stay, Sirs.”

“Great mechling,” Jazz said.

“He is,” the innkeeper replied. “Jazz, Ricochet and Punch. I am Camshaft, my conjunx managing the bar at the moment. Please allow me to show you to your rooms and then I will show you to the pub. I imagine you are hungry.”

“That’d be much appreciated,” Jazz replied. Thunder so loud it almost shook the inn roared over helm, the innkeeper did not flinch, his guests did.

“The inn has generators,” Camshaft assured them. “Our power has never gone out. Though Downshift prefers to serve a fresh catch, we have fuel stores enough to keep everyone well fuelled for a stellar-cycle.”

“Wow,” Ricochet said. “Ori could appreciate that sorta preparation.”

“I can,” Punch agreed.

“This way,” Camshaft guided them out into the rain. Their rooms were in an outbuilding, Ori’s on the bottom and Jazz and Ricochet’s on the top. A sitting room with a piano occupied part of the bottom floor. “If you need anything, at any joor, please ring the bell and one of us will be of assistance.”

“We won’t be any trouble,” Jazz assured him. Punch nodded.

The innkeeper left them to settle in. There was a set of washracks to share between the three of them, which was better than most of the inns they had found themselves in over the vorns, certainly better than the caves. They had little to unpack, all three of them kept their arms close at servo in their subspaces. They might have been planning to blend into the detritus to get their work done but Jazz could not complain. Their rooms were clean, comfortable and warm. It was a far better way to spend a dark-cycle or two as they made a new plan. Thunder boomed again and Jazz appreciated the room over his helm that much more. No one would hear them scheme, in any case, not with their rooms being in their outbuilding and the storm crashing outside.

“It could be worse,” Jazz insisted. “It’s a whole aft island. We can find a spot to to make our base ‘n go from there.”

“Mecha might snoop,” Punch countered.

“The scum that used to be here woulda too,” Jazz countered. “If only to see if our take was worth stealin’.”

“Mm,” Punch hummed with discontent.

“Rico?” Jazz asked his brother. Two helms were better than one against Punch.

“What?” Ricochet asked.

“Do ya got... any thoughts... bout anythin’?” Jazz asked, frustrated with his twin’s disinterest.

“No,” Ricochet replied, looking out into the storm. Jazz and Punch both stared at him a moment... No?

“Shoulda left ya wit yer genitors,” Punch crumbled. “Get yer helm in the game, Ricochet.”

“I guess we should eat,” Ricochet declared.

It might have been a mistake to bring Ricochet along. He had not been the same since he had tangled with Lockdown off the coast of Simfur. Though he had come out alive and maybe even the victor of the match, it had seemed to Jazz like the winds had been sucked from Ricochet and he had been living and working mostly on autopilot. He had not wanted to go back out to sea and maybe this was their punishment for strong arming him into coming. It had been Geni’s idea. Rumbler insisting that what Ricochet needed to find was out here, somewhere, where he had lost it. What that was, Geni had shrugged when Jazz had asked. His spark, his will, his drive, all Rumbler had been certain of was that Lockdown was to blame for Ricochet’s current state. If Jazz only knew what Lockdown had done, Jazz might have switched things up and gone after the bounty hunter to even the score. Although, it was Ricochet who had Lockdown’s servo in a jar in his berthroom, and not Lockdown.

“What’ll it be?” Downshift asked. The innkeeper’s conjunx looked like he could play bouncer if their business ever needed one. He had small ridges on his helm that could have be audio horns. His facial features were not quite classically Praxian, like his conjunx. Perhaps Tripwire had picked up some recessive code.”

“Three soups of the ‘cycle,” Jazz said. The pub was packed. Sailors and fishermecha say sea shanties off key. “Uh... things ever get outta servo?”

“They know better,” Downshift replied. “Which means their friends do and they keep themselves in line. No one wants me, or Primus forbid, Cam, breaking up a fight. They’d never live it down. I’d see it.”

What did that mean? Jazz wondered. He would have to talk to Swerve and see what exactly went on when he had that run in with the innkeepers. Before they set up roots here, they needed to know all the players. If the innkeepers had replaced Lockdown as unoffical warlords of Damaxus, they need to choose a different place to serve as their base. Ratchet needed supplies. His patients needed supplies. The Deadend needed fuel, really they needed everything. From Darkmount, Straxus’ clamp down was spreading. If this kept up, the uprising would be suffocated. Whatever Straxus claimed, he would not lift military law or end the special prosecutions when the last traces of “dissent” died off. The uprising as an organized whole had emerged from them.

Though the storm outside was still going strong, the thunder had moved on. With Ricochet and Ori both recharging, Jazz slipped out. He needed to calm his processor before he could hope to recharge. Jazz only wanted a walk, that was what he told himself, if he spotted anything that might be useful to their business in Damaxus, that would just be a welcome bonus. It was frigus in Damaxus but the storm brought rain and not snow. Like Polyhex, snow was a rarity if not a complete unknown to the island. It was cold enough but Jazz’s insulated armour could hold him through worse than this. He walked past a pretty pond set up in the courtyard of the inn. There was a light glowing from the shallow depths. A shrine to the spirits and a bath for the lilleth were on the edge. It was rather wild, something to Jazz added to its charms. He could smell the sea and the storm and he walked towards it. If Lockdown had made his base here, there might be smuggling coves nearby. Even if they were too close to the inn to be of use to them, there might be abandoned stores that could be.

“Oh, excuse me,” a voice that sounded like the sea itself spoke. Jazz looked up and saw a Praxian coming out of the trees, a nude Praxian.

“Oh no, excuse me,” Jazz said quickly. “I swear I wasn’t gawking or nothin’. I’m just out to clear my helm... I hope’m not trespassing.”

“The grounds are free for guests to visit,” the Praxian said. “I am Prowl.”

“Prowl, ‘m Jazz.”

“My procreators mentioned last klik guests from Polyhex,” Prowl declared. “You were fortunate to miss the storm. What brings you out in it now?”

“Just... restless,” Jazz replied. “I guess I interrupted... somethin’.”

“Oh, yes,” Prowl said. “It is tradition in Damaxus to shower in the rains. They are a blessing, after all. Would you like to join me?”

“Join you?”

They showered in the rain, but only for a moment. Prowl stepped close and invited Jazz to touch and he was not mech enough to deny the beauty. Almost ethereal, the curvy Praxian was something out of a fantasy. His exact frame shape was something Jazz had not seen. He had broad hips, thick thighs and a large, round aft. Under the cover of trees and greenery, Jazz crouched between them as he gave Prowl as taste. The Praxian moaned sweetly as Jazz lapped at his golden folds, cupping his heavy wells, teasing his stiff golden nozzles with his own servos. His waist was snatched, giving him a perfect hourglass all without armour. He could have made statues of Prima jealous. Jazz cupped the beauty’s wells as he filled him from behind, taking his time to ensure Prowl felt nothing but pleasure. Prowl’s moans were beautiful. Jazz twisted the Praxian’s nozzle as he rocked his hips against his delicious aft. He overloaded Prowl with his digits, glossa and spike before flooding the beauty’s belly with his spend.

“Recharge well, Jazz,” Prowl told him as they separated. Exhausted by his efforts, Jazz was sure he would.

[johannestevans]

Man who takes over a pub in a little village in thick, old woodland and is warned that it can get A Bit Weird some nights, especially in the autumn, and he's like. Uh. Okay.

Turns around one night at like 6pm and jumps because there's. Somebody. At the bar. And they are... Pink.

And not pink like red-faced, pink all over. Pink skin, pink like strawberry lemonade, pink like a picnic table cloth, pink like his swimming shorts Rick only ever wears abroad.

"This machine," says the pink one, gesturing to the pinball machine in the corner. "How is it operated?"

He's never liked slot machines, so in the corner are a few silly vintage arcade games - a grabber with some teddies, a boxing strength test, a bagatelle game, a penny falls. The pinball machine is his favourite, has a silly picnic theme going, all bears and balloons and sandwiches.

"Well, the sign says quarters, but I modded it and replaced the coin chute, so it takes pounds now."

The pink person blinks their large black eyes placidly. He thinks there are horns pointing out from beneath their pink hair.

"I see," they say. And then, "Pounds of what?"

"Here," he says, and reaches into his tip jar, fishing out three pound coins. "This is three games. The instructions on how to play are printed on the glass front. Just put a coin in the slot, that one, and follow the instructions."

"Many thanks," says the pink one, taking the coins. The teeth in their smiling mouth are all very sharp. They make to go, then hesitate. "Custom dictates I should order a beverage?"

"Don't worry about it," says Rick, in part because he can see regular customers arrive, and he doesn't want to explain what an IPA is to this... Individual.

"Thanks!"

They leave a heavy coin on the bar, not one of his majesty's minting, and he absently puts it in his pocket before serving the coming crowd, who scarcely seem to notice the form hunched over the pinball machine the rest of the evening, periodically disappearing then reappearing with more coins.

It's not until he's about to do his washing three days later - this pink creature, who has declined to give a name, and lied about being from Peckham, which they pronounced Peck-ham, when asked, has been playing pinball every night since - that he finds again the coin in his pocket.

It's fucking heavy, is what it is, with fern leaves on one side and a harp on the other, and it's only solid fucking gold.

Well. Rick wasn't going to turn them away anyway, but the least he'll do tomorrow is give them a few drinks on the house, and let them learn what they are.

FIN.

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[vampirezai]

It was days after the kidnapping of Dazai (because mod is very lazy). He has gotten used to living at Chuuya's house. It was more cozy than usual but it's okay since it was Dazai's new home till Chuuya decides otherwise. In all honesty, however, it was likely going to be at least a hundred years till then.

Chuuya smiled deviously.

"vous êste un paission"

Chuuya hummed patting Dazai's head.

\\hello mod here! If I spelled the French right (unlikely my dyslexia hates me and it's 3:42 in the morning) it should translate to "you are a fish" if not I apologize. Also you get to experience my Edgar Allan Poe writing yourself! Isn't that great?! I seriously apologize, however.\\

- @vamp-chuu

Dazai was curled up on the sofa, his legs tucked with his torso as he read a book he had found on a shelf in Chuuya’s house. He seemed to wander a lot the past few days, looking in every small corner and drawer and room and cabinet for nothing in particular.

He lifted his head, unsure of quite what that statement meant. He was in no way fluent in french, only understanding a few words. He understood un and vous. He was a. Something. From process of elimination and plain familiarity he was able to land on a piranha.

Replying back in the spanish he had learned simply out of spite of the ginger, “Y eres una chihuahua sin fin ladrando.” He said, flipping the page.

(and you’re an endlessy barking chihuahua)