#installing best

[metamatronic]

does this mean henry made the fnaf games to push William more to being the villain. and then made a Movie based on those game?

Just “Helping” A “Friend”

Henry’s been long-conning William for a while. Commissioning the video games was the final cherry on top at the end of a years of constructing a paper trail. (Also, the movie isn’t canon and doesn’t get made in this AU, though Henry probably tried.)

[thesimsideofluca]

15+ Sims 4 Mods that will change your game forever 

In today's video I get to show my favorite sims 4 mods that I honestly don't think I could live without! I hope you guys enjoy them as much as I do and that you are able to learn something new from today's video!

Here are all of the links in the same order as the video:

Main menu Override by @vixonspixels

Sunrise by Lot 51

Make the bed by @utopya-cc

Iphone 15 pro max by @hera-sim

UI cheats by Weerbesu

Sim Control Hub by Dquiet

Steady Sim & Seat any Sim by @amellce

Smarter Pie Menu by @twistedmexi

Try to make friends by @carl-sims

Object destroy cheat by @twistedmexi

LLamazon Marketplace by @ravasheencc

Functional drinks tray by @somik-severinka

Cookbook S&S by @somik-severinka

Cake a Break by @ravasheencc

Home Barista by @littlbowbub

Functional Topicals faded eye masks by @largetaytertots

Shoutout to all of these amazing creators for their love and creations! @largetaytertots @littlbowbub @ravasheencc @somik-severinka @twistedmexi @carl-sims @amelice @hera-sim @utopya-cc @vixonspixels and the many more that I couldn't find here on Tumblr!

Lots of love,

The Sim Side of Luca

[suppenzeit]

bestseller

[shizunitis]

shang qinghua is, to me, one of the most conceptually interesting characters in svsss. creator pulled into their created world, stripped of all authority over its events and made subject to a higher authority, accepts the role of passenger and bystander and readily gives up the reins. yes, shen yuan’s role in svsss is deeply interesting as well, but airplane’s fate and his reaction to it are always such a delight to think about.

[mikiib]

ALMOST TO 300 KUDOS?! ✧ミ(✪ꈊ✪;)彡ﾉ

How- Where did all you people come from?! Well... I guess theres no stopping it now. Heres some future chapter sneak peaks!

Check out the fic here:

https://archiveofourown.org/works/57137773/chapters/145325026

[kaddyssammlung]

Happy Easter :)

[strangersatellites]

AU where steve and eddie are neighbors and pet parents to furry friends who are near replicas of themselves.

eddie is a dog dad to a massive doberman named zeus who wears a chain for a collar and has a permanently angry face. despite his appearance and general demeanor, zeus is a scaredy cat when it comes to other animals. eddie is always worried leaving him behind with his friends. scared that their own pets are going to make zeus nervous the whole time he’s gone and that he’s going to get even more shy as a result.

steve is the proud owner of a beautiful white persian cat with the prettiest blue eyes named charlotte. she’s picky with her food and very selective with who she decides she likes. so far, steve and robin are her favorites and every pet sitter steve has ever chosen was quickly on her shit list. every other animal she’s even met is too. even down to robin’s fish. that lives in a tank. and can’t bother her.

one day steve asks eddie if he could pet sit while steve’s gone back home for the weekend. tells him he has a cat who is too prissy for her own good and will probably be so dramatic if she doesn’t like something that he does. eddie laughs and he agrees but warns him he has a dog that’s kind of shy, but says he can keep them separated for a couple of days. steve drops charlotte off with her pink floor pillow and her food and his fingers crossed that he doesn’t get a call that she’s not eating within the hour.

when steve returns, having heard nothing from eddie all weekend, he’s beyond surprised when eddie answers the door with a smile and a “you’re not gonna believe this.”

he walks into eddie’s apartment and finds zeus curled up in his bed asleep and charlotte curled against his side peeking at steve and eddie with her head tilted.

against all odds, zeus and charlotte quickly become inseparable and steve and eddie do too.

au august day 5: pet sitters

[dragongirlguts]

Been thinking a lot abt being a dragon with a big kobold population in your lair. It's like the sims but better, help them build cool houses and gather resources for your lil guys to keep expanding. You get the richest hoard in the realms in exchange for it! And they don't even mind when you burn shit down or fucking rampage through about something they just yip excitedly!!

[suddencolds]

of painkillers and lenience

...hello! 😭 I wrote this way back in April; it's been sitting in my drafts ever since. Chronologically, it takes place shortly following Atypical Occurrence.

I wasn't sure if I was ever going to post this. I suppose it's more a character study than a proper romantic installment :') but it's an exchange I'd been wanting to write for a long time.

you can find everything I've written in this universe here!

—

Summary: Yves comes down with something. His best friend wonders where Vincent is, in all of this.

—

Perhaps it’s merciful that it’s on a Sunday that Yves wakes up with the slightest tickle in his throat.

Yves has an idea what it means. He’s had the flu enough times in his life to know that it comes on quickly. Maybe if he attempts to sleep it off, he’ll have a better time over the next few days.

Or maybe not. He cancels his Sunday plans, goes through his itinerary. There’s a slew of emails he’ll have to send off, a handful of meetings he’ll probably have to reschedule for this coming work week. He’ll need groceries, too, to last him the week—ideally something that won’t take too much effort to make. Resting now seems like it’d be a waste of time. Best to get everything over with before the illness has a chance to properly settle, he thinks. 

He really does mean to stop by the grocery store. It’s perhaps just the timing that doesn’t work out as planned. Between figuring out how to reschedule everything that’s coming up with work—figuring out who he can ask if he needs to reallocate any of his assignments to anyone else, rearranging things for clients, and getting all the paperwork in order—all of it takes him nearly two hours. He wanders into the kitchen to make himself a cup of tea, finds himself having to turn aside to cough, notes the unpleasant sting in his throat when he turns back around. 

It’s not terrible yet, but he feels distinctly off. His head feels a little heavy, and everything he does feels strangely—sluggish, maybe. Like he can’t quite manage to be as efficient as usual. Judging by past experience, he’s probably going to crash in a few hours.

He can already feel a headache brewing. Staring at his computer screen probably hasn’t helped with that. If he takes something for it, it’ll probably be at least tolerable when it gets worse.

He opens the medicine cabinet, rifles through the couple bottles and the first aid kit he has stashed in there.

Right. He’s out of Advil.

It’s no matter. Just a quick grocery trip, then—he can grab the rest of his groceries while he’s at it. Yves shuts the bathroom cabinet, grabs his wallet and keys, and makes it all the way to the doorstep outside when the wave of dizziness hits him.

All of a sudden, he feels a little lightheaded. Heat crawls up under his skin, prickling and unpleasant, as if something in him has cranked up the heat generation to the max—but that can’t be right, because he’s shivering inexplicably in the wake of it. He leans his weight back against the wall, squeezes his eyes shut.

Fuck. He probably should have gotten groceries first, before sorting out everything for work. Perhaps going out on his own now would not be the wisest.

He heads back in, locks the door, and—after some thought—calls Mikhail.

Mikhail picks up on the second ring. “To what do I owe the pleasure?”

“Are you busy?” Yves starts, but the words catch on his throat, and he has to stop immediately to muffle a cough into his elbow. 

There’s a moment of silence on the other end. “It depends what you’re about to ask me for,” Mikhail says.

Yves swallows. Shuts his eyes. He doesn’t like asking for help, but he doesn’t think he’ll be in any state to be doing this on his own over the next few days. “It’s not that urgent. Just if you have time,” he says. 

He can almost feel Mikhail rolling his eyes on the other end. “You’d say that even if you were bleeding out.”

Yves laughs, startled. “I promise I’m not bleeding out. Just—do you think you could run to the store and get me some Advil?”

There’s another, longer pause on the other end. “Any time is fine,” Yves says. A part of him already regrets this. “If you’re busy right now—”

“I’ll be over in a few,” Mikhail says. Then the line goes dead.

—

He doesn’t remember drifting off, but when he wakes, it’s to a knock on the front door.

The knock is just for courtesy, of course. Mikhail is one of a few people whom he’s permitted the privilege—or the burden, perhaps—of having a spare copy of his apartment key.

Yves opens the door anyways.

There, in the windy April weather, Mikhail shuts an umbrella and leaves it dripping at his feet. “You look even worse than you sounded over call,” is the first thing he says.

Yves blinks at him, surprised. “Did I really sound that bad?”

In lieu of answering, Mikhail just looks at him, scrutinizing, the corner of his lip ticking downward. “What is it? An injury? A migraine?” When Yves shakes his head, Mikhail presses forward to pick a stray lint ball off of Yves’s shirt. His hand makes contact with Yves’s shoulder, and he frowns.

Before Yves has a chance to explain, he feels a tickle—not the first, today, and certainly not the last—surface. It’s irritatingly difficult to ignore, more irritating still when he finds himself forced to turn away, to duck into one arm—

“hHehh-!’ hEHh’yyiISCHh-HHEEW!”

The sneeze is rough enough to scrape against his throat. He coughs tightly into his raised arm.

“A cold,” Mikhail says, with a frown. “But usually you don’t take Advil for colds. Wait—don’t tell me this is something worse?”

Yves winces. What is he supposed to say to that? “The Advil was all I needed,” he says. “Thanks for making the trip. I owe you one.”

“No, I’m sure of it now,” Mikhail says. “If it were only a cold, you would’ve driven out to get this yourself.”

“It probably isn’t,” Yves says, neglecting to mention that he knows exactly where he caught this. “Thanks for bringing these. I’ll take the next couple days off. I—”

The next sneeze sneaks up on him. He ducks into his sleeve again, taking another step back.

“hHhEH’iiDzzsCHH-yYew!” The sneeze sends a burst of pain through his temples, and for a moment, he’s glad his face is too deeply buried into his sleeve for Mikhail to see.

“Does Vincent know?” Mikhail asks.

The question catches him off guard. “What?”

“That you’re apparently unwell enough to ask me to pick up Advil for you.”

Yves doesn’t like where this conversation is going. “I told you not to come if you were busy.”

“It’s not a problem,” Mikhail says. “But if you’re sick, shouldn’t he be over here, taking care of you?”

 “He’s had a really busy few weeks,” Yves says, which is true, but simultaneously might be true at any point during the year. He clears his throat. “I - coughcough - wouldn’t want him to catch this.”

“So he doesn’t even know,” Mikhail says.

…Perhaps Yves should’ve thought of a more convincing excuse. Mikhail isn’t the type of person to drop an issue after he’s raised it, and Yves had, perhaps, neglected to think about how—for all Mikhail does to appear casually disaffected—he’s one of the most perceptive people Yves has ever met. “He doesn’t have to know.”

“What are you talking about? He’s your partner. I’ll text him,” Mikhail says. It’s then when Yves recalls that Mikhail probably does have Vincent’s contact—exchanged before their trip to France, so that he could text them all to coordinate the rides to and from the airport.

“Wait,” Yves says, unable to keep the panic out of his voice. “Don’t. If you text him, he’ll - snf-! - feel obligated to come.”

Mikhail doesn’t lower his phone. “I’ll just ask him to drop by,” he says. “You can talk to him about it when he gets there.”

But that won’t happen—can’t happen—because Yves knows that if Vincent were to see him like this… 

I’d feel terrible if you caught this, he’d said. He’d sounded so upset over it. How can Yves, after all his reassurances last week, admit to him now that he’s faring badly enough to need someone to look after him? 

Besides, Vincent probably has enough on his plate already. Yves knows enough to know that in their line of work, taking time off almost always means being swamped with assignments upon return. 

“Please don’t ask him anything,” Yves says.

Mikhail looks long and hard at him. He looks as though he’s trying to puzzle something out. “Did you guys get into a fight, or something?”

“No,” Yves says. “It’s nothing like that.”

“Then, if you’re on good terms, why are you so resistant to the idea of him coming over?”

Yves squeezes his eyes shut, and then opens them. He can think of a dozen more excuses to field away the questions—that isn’t the hard part. Mikhail has always been good at seeing through his bullshit, but if Yves has to steer this conversation to a close through sheer willpower, he thinks he can do it. But then again—

Maybe it’s fine, he thinks, if Mikhail knows. For better or for worse, Mikhail is his best friend. Yves knows that if he asks him to keep his mouth shut about this, he will. 

“Vincent is my coworker,” he says, slowly.

Mikhail’s eyebrows creep up. “Yes, I’m aware.”

“That’s not what I meant,” Yves says, with a cough. “He is just my coworker. Nothing else.”

The alarm that flashes across Mikhail’s face is unmissable. “You two broke up?”

And there it is—another crossroads, where Yves thinks the easiest course of action would be to reshape the current lie into a simpler one, to keep the trappings of their fake relationship intact. With anyone else, it would be easier, that is.

Yves says, honestly, “We were never together in the first place.”

“But you went with him to France,” Mikhail says, confused. “Not to mention, to Margot’s new year party, and then to Joel and Cherie’s housewarming. Are you telling me—”

“That was all an act,” Yves tells him, and waits for this information to register. “There is nothing between us that’s real. That’s the reason I haven’t called him.”

The recognition settles on Mikhail’s face. Then he laughs, a little disbelieving. “You’re really not dating him? Why would you lie about that?”

“Do you remember Margot’s party?” Yves asks. It seems like the right place to start, after everything. “Erika was there with Brendon. And I was bitter, and—to be honest, jealous—and I wanted to show her I was fine. So I asked Vincent to go with me.”

“That was months ago,” Mikhail says.

“It was easier to just keep up the act, after that.” Yves says. “Easier to have him accompany me once a month than it would have been to stage a proper breakup. But obviously, this is all temporary. I just haven’t figured out when it’s going to end.”

Mikhail is quiet for a moment. Yves looks past him, at the staircase that leads down to the first floor.

“You’ll be fine, then,” he asks. “If you two break it off.”

“Of course,” Yves says. “I know it’s going to happen someday.”

“You won’t be upset at all?”

“What is there to be upset over?”

“From the way you spoke to him, I really thought there was something there,” Mikhail says.

“He is a good liar,” Yves says.

“Maybe so,” Mikhail agrees. “But you are not.”

He says it so calmly, it barely registers as an accusation. But Yves hears it, loud and clear.

“Vincent is attractive,” Yves says. “Anyone with eyes can see that. That’s all there is to it.” it feels wrong, even as he says it. Yves has always known Vincent to be attractive—that much hasn’t changed. But he knows that the feeling in his chest when he sees him at work, in the break room, or at lunch—the unusual ache—is a little more than that. 

“Margot’s party was at the end of December,” Mikhail says. “It’s April, now. Margot wouldn’t tell you this, but since I don’t like withholding my feelings from you, I will.”

Yves waits—waits for Mikhail to tell him how all of this has been unduly dishonest, how Mikhail doesn’t appreciate having been lied to.

But Mikhail doesn’t say any of that. Instead, he says: “If you’re still intent on keeping this fake relationship up…” Here, he meets Yves’s eyes, a little sternly. “You should think about who you’re really doing it for.”

It’s only for convenience, Yves wants to say. Now that we’ve set things up already, it’s merely the path of least resistance. But that isn’t quite right, is it?

“Don’t worry about me,” Yves says, trying a smile. “Vincent and I have talked this through already. Whatever happens with our arrangement, I’ll be fine.”

“Okay,” Mikhail says. He pockets his phone, and then hands Yves the bottle of Advil. “Sorry for the interrogation, then. If you believe it to be fine, I trust you.” Perhaps that’s the worst part of it. Mikhail has never been the type of person to stay quiet about any foreseeable problems, but Yves knows that his agreement now is not a tactical retreat, nor is it an acknowledgment that it’s not worth arguing over something they won’t agree on. Mikhail is dropping the subject because he really trusts him.

Yves just doesn’t know if that trust is justified.

Mikhail turns on his heels, steps delicately past the hinge at the bottom of the doorframe. 

Yves clears his throat. “Thanks for stopping by.”

Mikhail nods. “Feel better soon. If you need anything other than Advil, just give me a call.”

Then he’s gone. Yves shuts the front door behind him and wonders just what exactly he’s gotten himself into.

[rosinkreutz]

Category 5 Rambling Alert:

If I were writing the Strive story mode, I think I would have had the conflict with Jack'O sacrificing herself to destroy I-No be that only one of the personalities got destroyed and not both... I don't really know why they did it the way that they did tbh, because if both Aria and Jack'O were destroyed, then that's unequivocally bad. But if it's presented as a choice between them, then that's actually in line with the internal conflict of her realizing she's become her own person that wants to live and not just a disposable vessel.

Like, Jack'O would be say "No... This body was made for you... You're the one that Frederick and Asuka want..."

And Aria responds: "This isn't about them... It's about you..."

And they go back and forth until the end of the story.

I-No is ascended, and then instead of Jack'O going to try to defeat her first, Sol does the bit with the Outrage laser pretty much immediately while the others distract her. Except this time, it actually is killing him for real since he doesn't have the FOC anymore. Jack'O is desperately trying to get him to let go of the trigger, saying like, "You can't die! Don't you want to see Aria again?!"

Then Sol says something to the tune of "Have I ever called you Aria?"... He looks at her with so much love and closes his eyes (expecting to die).

But then... He comes back into consciousness and looks around, confused... He sees one of Jack'O's minions sitting where she was, holding a piece of the now broken Outrage. It waves at him and goes "Bye-Bye!" (like in the game), then disappears- to which Sol looks up in shock just in time to see Jack'O hurl herself into I-No to sacrifice herself instead.

About this time Asuka is also waking up (passed out after being turned into a book) to see the same thing, and they both shout and try to stop her.

Time freezes around Jack'O once she reaches I-No. She looks to see one of Asuka's mecha hands just inches away from her back, and Frederick in the middle of trying to stagger up into a run. Here, she talks to Aria one more time, and Jackie finally says something like "I guess I just didn't realize it before... Or I thought it was just your feelings tricking me... But I think I feel... No... I know I really, really love him!"

She finally lets Aria take the SOJ to destroy I-No.

And then she and Sol reunite and hug and what not...

Then a little later, Sol and Asuka have their final confrontation (which is mostly Asuka getting mad at Sol for not wanting to kill him anymore- itd be the first time seeing Asuka show any intense emotion). Afterwards, Jack'O joins them but before anyone can say anything, she just completely decks Asuka and knocks him to the ground. Immediately, she kneels down beside him and apologizes profusely, saying that Aria had asked her to do it before she destroyed herself.

Asuka looks very solemn and understanding (and in pain), but then Jack'O says "But she also wanted you to know that she forgives you..."

At this point Asuka is clearly just barely, by sheer willpower alone, not shattering into a million sobbing pieces. He goes on to reassure her that even though she didn't fulfill her original purpose, he'll always be so proud of her. It ends with the three of them watching the sunrise over a beautiful sea of clouds. That's my vision anyway.

Wait one more thought. The outro credits are shot like they're going around the world checking up on people (maybe like its following a bird? Raven?), and then at the end it starts zooming way, way out and takes us to the moon. Many quiet shots of a desolate Tír na nÓg... Finally, we reach Asuka, sitting alone in a big empty room meant for hundreds. He looks longingly at the Earth through one of the massive windows and says to himself, "This really is the loneliest place in the universe..."

Aimless, he wanders around (very large hallways to make him look even more small and alone) until he enters the main area with that weird floating piano. He gets it to land and absentmindedly starts testing the keys... Then, after a moment of hesitation, he plays the first notes of Freesia, which segues into the song as the screen cuts to the last of the credits.

Then it ends for reals.

[catastrxblues]

EVERMORE by taylor swift (feat. bon iver) — “and i was catching my breath, floors of a cabin creaking under my step. and i couldn’t be sure, i had a feeling so peculiar, this pain wouldn’t be forevermore.”

my #swiftiegiftexchange2024 for @lovesickallovermybed!!!! 🫶🏽🫶🏽

[0m3n-0f-d3ath]

Me possessed by a triangle

The joke is that I would act normal possessed

@frayedcircus thanks for wanting to see this! Lamo hope ya like it<3

[thesimsideofluca]

Must have CC & Mods for Valentine’s Day

In today’s video, we’re diving into some amazing CC and Mods for The Sims 4, perfect for adding a touch of romance and Valentine's Day magic to your game! Whether you're looking for cozy date-night vibes or sweet love-themed details, I hope you discover something new and enjoy the video!

If you have already watched the video, here are all of the links: [x]

CAS CC 

Sangria Collection by Greenllamas Candlelight Set by Greenllamas December 2022 by Sentate Divine Dress by Joliebean Sparkle by Caio Bijou Collection by Sentate Sandalwood Set by Serenity Bloom Dress by TwistedCat The Little Black Dress by Oydis Camelia Set by Serenity

MODS

Romance Interactions by kiarasims4mods Double Date Event by kiarasims4mods Kiss-n-grind by Utopya Passionate Gifts by Utopya Romantic Surprise Proposal Interactions by Mercuryfoam Romance Reactions Mod: Engagement by thatssojordy Bed Cuddle by Thepancake1 and MizoreYukii

Thank you guys all so much for your love and support and a huge thank you to all of the sims 4 creators that make this game a lot more enjoyable ���🤍

[ @sentate @serenity-cc @greenllamas @twisted-cat @caio-cc @joliebean @oydis @utopya-cc @thepancake1s-mods @mizoreyukii @mercuryfoam @thatssojordy & kiarasims4mods]

[louhinks]

some old sketches i did when i was playing morrowind with the Julan Kaushibael mod that probably aren't getting cleaned up

[salt-n-salt]

I am jumping on the farmer train - ahoy, homewrecker be upon ye : this just in, local whimsical artist steals traumatized war veteran. ( Kent snatched her soul and she just dealt with it. ) She experiences large amounts of whimsy, perhaps even jubilation. She's a silly happy little thing who has no fucking clue how to use a shovel or an axe but does her BEST.

FINALLY !!! A KENT KISSER !!!!!! EVERYONE STAND FOR THE NATIONAL ANTHEM OF HOMEWRECKERS!!!!!!!! 🦅🦅🦅🦅

[autolenaphilia]

This coffingame preview video dropped in the last progress report. And it does disprove one minor point of mine in this post of mine "Neither Julia or Ashley are likely to have shared [the abusive voicemails] with Andrew." I was wrong, turns out Julia sure did do that.

Still I think my argument still stands that the voicemails accurately describe Andrew's feelings towards Julia and Ashley. The voicemail described in the preview video seems to be even more on point than the dream ones:

Like everything we see from Andrew in the game confirms that is the truth of it. He wants to fuck Ashley, dating Julia is just for appearances sake. Ashley knows her brother better than anyone else, but as this video confirms, even relative strangers at high school can tell that there is incestous vibes here.

And the rest of the video confirms what else I said about Andrew. Like how Andrew's reacts to Ashley's graphic description of Julia being killed with looking "like someone is listing him the groceries." That's because he doesn't care about Julia, if she lives or dies as long as he isn't made responsible for it. He would kill her himself if it was in his interest and he thought he could get away with it.

What does however make him upset is the suggestion that he wants to fuck his sister, because it's true and he is repressing, so it's his biggest sore point. Yet his mask keeps slipping, so much so that rumors about him and Ashley exist (even if they haven't actually went that far because of Andrew's repression).

So he snaps at Julia because of it, overreacts to the rather mild things she says. The mere reminder that there are rumors and from the outside it might look like the rumors are true, even if Julia says she doesn't believe the incest rumors, is enough to make him fly off the handle.

And as Andrew makes explicit, the fact that it's Julia bringing it up makes it especially bad. She is part of the mask of normalcy he wears, to hide his incestous feelings, so it's especially bad that she might figure him out.

His loss of composure makes the mask slip again for a moment. And then he uses blatant manipulation to smooth over it. He twists the truth of the conversation to make himself look like the victim and the woman as the aggressor. This is what he regularly does, he is manipulative and an unreliable narrator who twists the truth to make himself look innocent. Here it's just more obvious because he is lying about events that took place literally seconds ago.

Julia literally never said she thinks this. He is lying about what she said to look like the victim.

This piece of shit does want to fuck his sister though, that part is true. Poor Julia. I'm glad we are getting her perspective on this.