#p: alt press

[lsdunesarchive]

L.S. Dunes by Ryan Bakerink for Alternative Press

(September 28, 2022)

[ilseofskadi]

also i accidentally screen recorded 1h22m of me playing genshin

i thought the update was breaking my phone until i closed the app and found out

but anyway at least i caught this dog getting in the way of a commission and my way of getting it to move

[ruporas]

a conversation about scars

[ID: A Trigun comic. Vash is shirtless with his back to the viewer, showing off his many scars and metal implants. He complains, “Oh, c’mon... The shirt got stuck... Argh.” Wolfwood’s finger pokes him at the base of his neck, and Vash exclaims, “Ack! Wolfwood!?”

Wolfwood, looking down, asks, “Does it ever hurt?” Vash’s eyes go wide with surprise, and he looks down and says, “No-- Sometimes they ache, but nothing unbearable.” Wolfwood kisses the back of his neck and then leans against Vash, silent as Vash cheerfully laughs, “Got it! It’s free, finally!”

Wolfwood still looks sad, and Vash turns back and smiles nervously to ask, “What is it?” Hand over the grate over Vash’s heart, Wolfwood says, “... I was just thinking it would’ve been better had I met you sooner.” He hugs Vash from behind, and the background goes dark.

“If I were with you earlier, I’d been able to stop you from making dumb decisions. And protect you when you do.” Wolfwood’s expression is heavy as he looks down Vash’s back and says, “Then you’d at least have less of these.” He puts his face against Vash’s back, and Vash, mouth tight, thinks, “.. When he puts it like that... It’s so embarrassing somehow...”

Vash moves away and says forcefully, “But-- I don’t want you to protect me. Because then-- you’d get hurt.” Wolfwood angrily replies, “Huh? Are you forgetting-- Scars don’t last on me!” Vash angrily exclaims “Idiot!” and grabs Wolfwood’s collar.

Wolfwood, irate, goes, “Idiot!?” but Vash pulls down Wolfwood’s shirt as he leans their foreheads together. He exclaims, “I meant up here!” Vash looks upset and says, “Just because your body won’t leave anything-- doesn’t mean nothing every happened!”

Wolfwood grits his teeth as Vash continues, “So don’t say that-- I can take care of myself and I... wouldn’t want you to be burdened any-- mh?!” He breaks off with a loud sound of surprise when Wolfwood pulls him forward to kiss him.

Scowling very fiercely, Wolfwood demands, “Don’t call yourself my burden. That’s up to me!” Vash, flushed and scowling back with one hand raised to his mouth, shouts, “That’s what you’re upset about?!” For a second, they stay in the same positions, Vash braced over Wolfwood as they glare at each other, both labeled “upset.”

Then Vash turns somber and says, “These scars don’t bother me at all and I own responsibility for them... And... at least, I can count mines.” Wolfwood looks away as Vash touches his hair and says, “What about you?”

They lie down, Vash on top of Wolfwood as he says sadly, “I’m never going to know how many times you’ve been shot, how many times you had to drink that potion. (You won’t even tell me how it works...).” There’s a close up panel of Wolfwood’s eyes, tired and guilty, and Vash continues, “Don’t focus on me now... Please just protect yourself first.” Wolfwood responds, “You have to consider yourself first too.” Vash says, “This isn’t about me,” and Wolfwood argues, “Yes it is.” Vash says, “Nuh uh.”

There’s a final cartoony panel of them against white space: Vash pouting with annoyance at a ticked Wolfwood. Their next speech bubbles hover in white. Wolfwood aggravatedly shouts, “Listen to your own advice!”, and Vash exclaims, “Ack--! Don’t get mad, Wolfwood!!” “Fin” is written next to a donut and lollipop.

At the very bottom of the page is a cartoony sketch titled “Alt to p.4″. Vash presses their heads together and shouts, “I meant up here!” Wolfwood looks down with confusion at his bare chest. Vash looks down too, sweating. Wolfwood, squinting, says, “My ch--” but Vash cuts him off with a shrieked, “NO!!” End ID]

credits for ID text  

[sideshowsnob]

[tutorial] how to make computers functional in the sims 3 by sideshow_snob

Programs needed: TSRW [i use the old version] Blender 2.7 [you can use any version] Milkshape 1.8.4

You can download this tutorial as a .doc HERE

Original [right] TS3 version [left]

So, how do we start?

Seperate your computer of choice into pieces. [mouse, keyboard, monitor, monitor screen, mousepad if applicable, drop shadow if applicable]. This can be done by selecting faces and holding 'shift +' to select that entire piece. if shift + doesn't work you'll have to do it by hand. Once your desired piece is selected, press 'P' to separate.

Once you've seperated all your parts, go ahead an open TSRW and clone a similar PC. I chose this one

Go ahead and export the .wso AND .obj file for this computer in the mesh tab. I named my exports 'eapcref' we're going to be using this PC as a reference to modify our mesh, and assign bones in milkshape.

go ahead and import the .obj into blender, where your separated PC is.

As you can see, these computers are pretty different. We're going to move each piece around until its in a similar size and position as the EA one, so the PC animates properly. Helpful shortcuts ---> G [grab] S [scale] R [Rotate]

This is what mine looked like when I finished moving it around:

Keep in mind, i actually tested mine quite a few times in game because the animation was not lining up with the PC location, so this is what mine looks like after a few modifications. Make sure you save this .blend file so you can modify it if necessary after you assign the bones.

Now onto actually assigning the bones…

Open milkshape and import all your seperated PC files.

Your PC parts should be grouped like this:

group_0: the monitor, mousepad [basically everything except the drop shadow, screen, and mouse] group_1: drop shadow group_2: screen

Now import your EA pc .wso file

Select the EA pc parts in the groups tab, then go to the joints tab and click 'show' Then go back to the groups tab, with the ea pc still selected, and select all your PC parts. Go back to the joints tab, and click 'assign'.

Now delete the EA PC.

the first bone is the mouse assignment, and the second bone is the rest of the computer.

go ahead and click 'selassigned' and clear the bone assignment since its incorrect.

To assign the bones, go to the model tab and click 'select' alt shift left click all the bones in your mouse

go back to the joints tab and click assign

now to assign the PC bones

Select everything except the mouse and drop shadow, then go back to the joints tab and click assign

you can check to see if your bones are properly assigned by clicking 'selassigned' on both bones

export as .wso and your finished!

something to note:

if your mousepad gets in the way while assigning bones, you can keep it seperate and just regroup it back into the mesh after assigning bones.

[winxanity-ii]

I CAN'T HEAR YOU!

ship: cheercaptain!gojo x fem!co-captain!reader warnings: nsfw 🔞 (fem. receiving; overstimulation; p in v) word count: 415 (just a short one, can't get cheer-captian satoru out of my mind 😩) A/N: Hey guys, just wanted to let you know that i'm reposting this from my alt account, lulu-4-u in case you've seen this posted before...

★·.·´🇯‌🇺‌🇯‌🇺‌🇹‌🇸‌🇺‌ 🇰‌🇦‌🇮‌🇸‌🇪‌🇳‌ 🇲‌🇦‌🇸‌🇹‌🇪‌🇷‌🇱‌🇮‌🇸‌🇹‌`·.·★

cheercaptain!satoru who announces today's practice, everyone will be split up into partners and spend the day perfecting forms for the upcoming nationals...

cheercaptain!satoru who stops you before you could team up with a freshman named yuji, saying he noticed that as co-captain, you'd been a bit lacking in performance in recent ventures and offers to help you stretch...

cheercaptain!satoru who brings you over to a more secluded part of the gym with the excuse that everyone needs optimal space to sufficiently practice....

cheercaptain!satoru who hands bend your legs a tad bit higher then needing to during warm-ups...

cheercaptain!satoru who 'accidently' falls between your legs, hips pressing sharply against your core, allowing you to feel how hard the warm-ups were for him, forcing you to suppress the shiver that so desperately wants to come out...

cheercaptain!satoru who immediately ends practice early after you squeeze his waist with your thighs, hinting your want as well...

cheercaptain!satoru who fucks you in the middle of the gymnasium, uncaring of the possibility that someone could walk in at any moment...

cheercaptain!satoru who so pussy-drunk that he finds himself unable to stop cumming in your pussy. he swears each one is the last, but the way you keep squeezing him pushes another...

cheercaptain!satoru who promises it's a one time thing and that he didn't mean to get carried away before leaving, but not before stealing your underwear...

cheercaptain!satoru who practically folds you in half in the janitor's closet during a lunch break with the guise of talking over new cheer routines, panting into your neck desirously as he stuffs you full of his dick over and over again...

cheercaptain!satoru who likes to rub his tip up and down your slit until squelching sounds fill the air...

cheercaptain!satoru who practically keens like a kitten when you grab his hair just right as he tongue fucks your hole, moaning like a bitch in heat as your thighs quiver around his head...

cheercaptain!satoru who angry/jealous fucks you on top of the cheer uniforms after yuji got a bit too close during practice. finger-fucking you until you're squirting/creaming on his fingers because according to him, 'co-captains require immense stamina training' so one just isn't enough...

cheercaptain!satoru who tells you that he thinks it'd be better if you'd make him your permanent warm-up partner because apparently he's the only one that truly know your limits...

[unbidden-yidden-deactivated20240]

There are two related things I've noticed coming from the left that I really want people to examine deeply in themselves, because it's a major problem that I see happening over and over again. The whole I/P issue is the most currently salient example, but it is one of many.

1. There's this tendency towards retributive justice, wherein the solutions proposed fail to take into account whether the proposed punishment is at all proportional to the alleged crime, but rather is just treated as the natural consequence of that action.

2. This same principle is also extended backwards in time and used to excuse violence post hoc that they might not have chosen as an ideal punishment but have nevertheless decided was deserved because that person [allegedly] did something bad.

Both betray an underlying punitive or retributive justice mentality, where the goal is not restoration or reconciliation + accountability, but rather punishment. (There are some interesting religious and cultural aspects to this I could get into but don't want to derail this post.)

This untethering of crime to punishment in terms of (a) due process, (b) proportionality of punishment to the crime, and (c) a failure to consider restorative justice, reconciliation, and teshuva processes instead of retribution leads to monstrous and morally bankrupt results.

Put another (blunter, crasser) way: the left's longstanding hard-on for vigilante violence is a critical failure that undermines the entire movement.

You cannot base your politics on humanism, compassion, and due process out one side of your mouth and then cheer on vigilante violence, cruel and unusual punishment, and mob mentality out the other. It doesn't work like that.

Now I understand that sometimes armed resistance is necessary. People living under authoritarian and inhumane conditions may, out of necessity, turn to guerrilla warfare and unofficial armed resistance in self-defense. But even that has limits. When leftists fantasize about death by curb stomping or slitting someone's throat as a good thing, they are imagining this happening to armed fascists, Nazis, white supremacists, or possibly other categories of irredeemable people such as domestic abusers who maim or kill their partner &/or children, pedophiles, human traffickers, etc.

What they aren't imagining is the other side of that coin, which is the alt-righter who murdered Heather Heyer with his car, abortion clinic bombers, violent Q-anoners or terrorists. Each of those people also believe in the justice of their actions and their entitlement to act as arresting officer, judge, jury, and executioner.

"But those people are wrong!"

So? Why do you get to decide that for everyone? What about the people who think YOU are wrong?

There's a reason courts and due process exist. It's the same reason why "free speech" protects the speech you hate, why freedom of the press protects that rag whose opinions you hate, and why free exercise of religion protects shitty religious groups you wish to see gone. It's because we live in a society and you aren't the arbiter of justice for everyone. If you give in to that mentality, you will inevitably end up in a "might makes right" society, which never ends well, particularly for marginalized people.

If you wouldn't accept l'chatchila a certain punishment being administrated by a court of law without outcry and protest for human rights abuses, then don't cheer it on b'dievad. Either rape is unacceptable or it's not. Either torture is unjustifiable or it isn't. Either maiming is an acceptable punishment for certain crimes or it isn't. You either support the death penalty by certain methods (beheading, burned alive, strangled, hacked apart, stoning, hanging, etc.) or you don't. Collective punishment is either acceptable or it isn't. Vicarious punishment is either acceptable or it isn't.

All of those things are either human rights abuses, or they aren't. All of them fall outside even the rules that might permit self-defense or guerrilla warfare or other uprisings of the oppressed.

Due process is the same - either you believe in due process and the right to a fair and timely trial, or you don't. The moment you support one extrajudicial punitive killing, you have opened the door to the justification of murder, provided the killer has sufficient justification.

It's true that the rules of armed conflict and war are different, but that they exist at all is relevant here too. The reason they exist is to minimize suffering during an event that is guaranteed to cause great suffering. It's the same reason why the laws of self-defense are different than the laws of intentional murder.

The truth is that in order to live in a just and civilized society, there must be specific rules that govern the administration of conflict resolution and harm. These rules must be enforced consistently and equally, and the decider of fact must have reasonable access to the evidence that exists. The state or any court of law or other tribunal must render its decision in the most impartial way possible, even for the worst, most obviously guilty people. Even those that commit heinous crimes must be given those same rights. Without those safeguards, you create the opportunity for bad faith actors to label their undesirable groups or individuals as whatever category people find so despicable that they fall out of being considered human and lose their claim to human rights protections. It must therefore be impossible to forfeit your right to due process and freedom from vigilantes and mobs.

[deniisu-sims]

Severinka Milla Kidsroom - 4t3 conversion

Okay, apparently Severinka's TOU got laxer and now only forbids frankenmeshing and selling her meshes for other games as far as I understood, which, fine, super fair. Also, 4t2 conversions of her stuff already run rampant in TS2 Simblr (hell, even 3t2 in ye olden days...), so if anything happens after this upload, someone really has a thing against me :P

Time to test the waters with this kid's room. Yeah, kids (and teen's) room, a category that I don't enjoy much, but this set is super pretty and matches an adult bedroom set I've already converted privately and I will make it public if everything goes right 8D

I didn't include the bed blanket and the other wall presets because they didn't look very good in TS3, sorry. Also, the decorative clouds (and they're that diaphanous) work as ceiling lights + what Severinka categorized as a coffee table, I categorized as an end table because it personally made more sense.

Everything is recolorable except the last rug preset. BGC. Wardrobe has slots, bookshelf has geostates (half-full and full are the same, though) but I forgot to clone from a bookshelf that had slots, so I owe you guys this one.

Bedframe is compatible with any single mattress, decor birdcage is in Misc > Decor, the rectangular ottoman only fits against the wall my pressing ALT no matter which kind of footprint magic I did.

Has a collection file :)

Original link: https://www.thesimsresource.com/artists/Severinka_/downloads/details/category/sims4-sets-objects-kidsbedroom/title/milla-kids-teens-room/id/1583738/

DOWNLOAD (package): SFS / Dropbox

p.s. for those who donated in my previous post, I'm immensely grateful. It already helped a lot. I'll be accepting donations until next Tuesday, then I'll edit the original post and take away the link. You guys are the best ♥

[gumdropmodels]

S-Stuffed outta my mind, and loving every second of it in this outfit~

I th-think I've been alt my whole life and just never knew it. This feels so, so right..~

(Or goth, or emo, or e-person - whatever you wanna call me)

And now, I really, really wanna p-press my fat, full belly up against someone else's while m-making out--

[lsdunesarchive]

Anthony Green of L.S. Dunes at Riot Fest 2023 (Chicago, IL) on September 17, 2023 | 📸: Ryan Bakerink for Alternative Press

[lilarus]

Another wildly belated post but presenting you with:

✨TES Fest '24✨

Day 7!

C O M P A N I O N OR 🄵 🄰 🄻 🄻 🄴 🄽

(i skipped day 6 bc i have a really cool idea but i couldn't get it done in time)

[alt text: Drawing of a Redguard (oc: Achest) on a faux fur lined funeral barge/"viking funeral", simple physical model of a canoe on top of plastic sheets with fake flowers and pressed plants, wave emulating light]

This is 𝒶𝓃𝑜𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓇 one of Misunmar's partners! This is Achest Dhovta, an older Redguard. I'll drop some lore about them below !

plus progress pics

This is Achest ! They are Sunny's 4th partner, and the last one to join the polycule. She is a transwoman that uses she/her and they/them. This is the first instance into what she looks like and I kinda stumped myself by wondering if I should make her old in this, like she possibly actually would be in this scenario, or if I make younger her to see what she looked like in her prime. As you can see, I went for the latter. The ghost of Sunny possessed me. I had to do it.

At some stage I'll probably actually introduce Misunmar and his partners properly but for now you get random little crumbs 🫶

progress pics below

[sinning-23]

What The F*ck is Al Dente (Carmen Berzatto x Reader)

Carmen Berzatto x Reader

Kinktober

Promt/Warmings: cockwarming (if you squint) + creampie with carmyyyyy, hella domestic, hella intimate, smut but soft. swearing, p in v, light teasing

This is obviously an nsfw, considering its a kinktober based prompt. 18+ Minors skidaddel.

Now, you were no stranger to cooking or food or anything in general. Just..it pissed you off when Carmen insisted on using these fancy ass terms to describe the most basic shit when cooking. And it was never to be a dick or some pretentious fuck who knows everything about cooking as totally worked at one of the most famous and well-known restaurants in the world. It was just that most of it was seared into his brain and was just…what he was accustomed to using. 

So when he insisted your pasta be ‘al fuckin dente’ You only stared at him.

Rage flashing behind your eyes. 

“I know how to cook fucking pasta Carm. I'm not an idiot. But what the fuck is an alt dene.”

“Al Dente” he corrects, hands placed on his hips as he looks at you with those stupid, perfect, puppy dog eyes. As if he did know he just unleashed a rage within you. 

“Don't fucking correct me bear.” You scoff, stirring the pasta and continuing to chop vegetables for the salad.

“Yeah alright. Do you really not know what that means?” He questions, eyes still wide as he approaches you, watching how focused you are on not only ignoring him but making sure the water doesnt boil over.

“No…can you drop it.” You huff, seeing him for that stupid smile and chuckle a bitt. His arms wrap around your waist and he presses soft kisses to your shoulders.

____

Its not long before you're both sitting at the rickety table, chairs scooting against the wood floors as you take a bite of your damn perfect alfredo. Though Carmy insisted on making meals, he let you take over tonight considering the restaurant was incredibly taxing today. 

He takes a bite, stopping to speak mid-chew.

“So you do know what it means” he smiles, looking up at you from under his lashes. 

“If you wanted the pasta a lil hard just say that next time!” you groan, sipping your wine qwith an eyeroll. 

You cant help buch chuckle, your more childish side getting thebest of you. 

“Whats so funny?” Carmy asks, smile growing when you smile. He loves seeing his girl happy. 

You don't respond but he soon begins to shake his head at the innuendo. 

“Oh you're childish” He chuckles, taking another bite. 

_______

Nights like these were enjoyable, dinner was put away, and the dishes were finished (not to mention the treat you got to observe being Carmen's arms flexing in his wife beater white he scrubbed). All that was left was to snuggle close and maybe try to initiate some touchy-feely time considering it had been a while.

You and Carmy's sex life wasn't dull, but it was rare that you two had a chance to get intimate since you were both always busy! But then again, you didn't feel the need to HAVE to have sex all the time. Just being close to each other and being wrapped around in more of a twisty, sleep-deprived pretzel was fun enough.

However, tonight, your mind was running a bit wild. In fact, ever since you snickered at the 'a lil hard' joke at the table, that's been all you can think about... the way he kissed your shoulders while you were cooking, and the way he looked from under his lashed at you...and especially when he looked so damn fine washing dishes.

Who knew it took so little to get your mind and body this...worked up! At times like these, Carmy somewhat fails to read the room. He's gotten significantly better over the last 3 years, so maybe he could sense how your hips wiggled to meet his and perhaps slide the tip in for you. Even just a little friction would be excellent.

"You okay? Squirmin' a lot." He notes, large hands firm at your waist. Bingo, you can practically hear the smirk on his face.

"Yeah, just miss you, is all." You state vaguely, breath catching in your throat when his hand trails under your nightgown to palm your chest, pulling you against him.

Ohhh, you could really feel it now, he's practically poking you through the sweats. He hums, pressing kisses to your neck. God, you love how comfortable he's gotten around you, how well he's gotten to know your body, your wants, your needs.

But damn it, if he doesn't use his knowledge to tease you into oblivion. There's a pause, and Carmy moves his free hand to slip lower under your nightgown, the calloused pads of his fingertips making your stomach turn. You can't help but squeeze your legs together, but he's quick to spread them apart just as gently as he had lifted the pajama fabric. Always so gentle. Mostly for his own good because as much as he didn't want to break you, he could just as quickly send himself into a frenzy over you.

"Let me feel you," He breathes out, lips pressing sweetly against your neck as you hear and feel him shuffle a bit and position the tip of his length just enough to slide over your wetness.

You're both tired, a mix of exhaustion and lust flooding your senses. This was perfect. Knowing the feeling all too well, it was almost without a doubt tonight would be one of your more slow-paced sessions. He's got his hand pressed on your lower stomach now, the pressure making you gasp when he finally sides into you, the squelch making him huff out in amusement.

"F-Fuck, what's got you so worked up right now?" He groans, sleepily sliding in and out of you, the feeling making you burry into the pillow and push back against him in rhythm.

"I-I don't know, I think it was how you were so close to earlier when you corrected me about the pasta- and how- fuck...how pretty you looked doing the dishes." You admit, to which he gives a light chuckle, wrapping his much larger hand around your throat from behind; his pace is picking up slowly but surely, and it's getting harder and harder for you to keep your impending orgasm at bay.

"That's what did it for you, honey?" He groans, pressing kisses all over your shoulder and neck, trying not to move too fast to lose the feeling of sleepiness. He can't help it though, the way you're sucking him in is too much to handle.

"Shit, Carm right there, so so close." You whine, trying to meet the snap of his hips to push him further inside.

Fuck it, you'd both be more than exhausted after this, so why not use this last burst of energy to the fullest.

"Need it harder." You groan, rolling only slightly so you're on your stomach, pushing a pillow under you. The t-shirt is sticking to his body now from the buildup of heat. You whine at the feeling of emptiness when he moves to reposition himself but are met with a sharp gasp when he picks up right where he left off, the sound of your back meeting his front echoing in the small apartment.

"Fuck, sweetheart, angle your hips just like that." He coaches as you put more of an arch in your back, moaning loudly at the feeling of him inside. What really does it is when he places his hand over your own, fingers interlocking as he rests his chest on your back, purring his face into your neck.

There's a moment of silence, filled with you and his whimpers when he finishes inside; the warmth and slight pause make you weak. He swears under his breath and holds your hand a bit tighter.

"Sorry, I should have asked first." He huffs, not moving much at first, like he'd rather stay buried deep in your heat than anything else.

"We can stay like this if you want Carm, I prefer being filled anyway." You hum, pressing a satisfied kiss to his lips.

Yes, nights like these were quite enjoyable, primarily when they stemmed from Carmy and his stupid fancy food lingo.

[id-element0]

Using S3DT without US Keyboard Layout

This small tutorial is for anyone who's having trouble with the key commands of the much needed mod Sims 3 Decorator Tools by @omedapixel

Since it was hinted months(?) ago, I've been eagerly waiting for the release. And it didn't disappoint. One thing though, as I recently realised that it can cause confusion on non-US keyboard users.

The reason keys '[' and ']' provided by the mod is not working is because the 'commands' are bound to the actual physical keys on your board and not to the symbols on the keys. For example, to rotate the camera I use two keys right next to the M key, and the symbols on them are just letters in my language and not the US Keyboard symbols.

To fix the issue, first look at your own keyboard and detect the letters P, L and M. These letters are usually where letters end and symbols start on US keyboard. In any variation of QWERTY for some other languages there may/will be extra letters on the keyboard.

What you will do is note the keys next to 'Enter', RShift and sometimes the Arrow keys on your keyboard and whatever is next to them. The trick is to select the physical keys and not the symbols on them. It will be slightly different on every keyboard depending on your language variation.

In theory, anything between P,L,M and Enter, RShift, Arrow Keys should work.

So, if you have '.' or ',' next to your Enter key that is the key -not the symbol- you will use to send things up or down. In a way, your own '[' or ']'. After you decide upon two physical keys on your keyboard to use with up10cm and down10cm commands of the mod, you will go look at the US Keyboard Layout and detect those two physical keys and what's labelled on them.

You will use whatever symbols are on the keys of US Keyboard, in the mod's TRIG resource. Then add 'Shift' variants for 1cm up & down. You need to take notes of the keys and what symbols they have on your keyboard because they will be different from the US layout.

In case you're confused about the whole process - I'm not sure if I explained it well - I'm also pasting the values I have changed in TRIG resource and they work fine for me. You will still need to find what symbol is there on your keyboard for a US '/', though.

/ = MoveUp10CM -> . on my keyboard ' = MoveDown10CM -> a special letter on my keyboard shift / = MoveUp1CM shift ' = MoveDown1CM q = ResetHeight shift 8 = MoveForward5CM shift 5 = MoveBackward5CM shift 4 = MoveLeft5CM shift 6 = MoveRight5CM shift d = EnableDecoratorMode control 8 = TiltForward control 5 = TiltBackward control 4 = TiltLeft control 6 = TiltRight shift q = ClearSelected control alt 4 = TurnLeft control alt 6 = TurnRight

You can try these first as a base and maybe move on from there. It's a 'try and see if it works' kind of thing, really. I also changed the numpad values to regular number keys on my keyboard because I don't have a numpad. If the numpad works for you, don't touch those. And remember, keys you enter in the TRIG resource are not the symbols you will press on your keyboard. I noted down the symbols and what they do on a paper so I wouldn't forget.

NOTE: Don't use 'q' unless you also use Awesomemod, since I believe it will quit the game. 😅 I use Awesomemod and I use 'q' key to reset the height.

I hope this helps and if you have questions, just ask either in the comments or as an ask, or just DM me - whichever you prefer. I will make additions to the post if needed.

[mychlapci]

https://www.tumblr.com/mychlapci/751925919707545600/soundwaves-small-tape-player-form-could-slot-so?source=share

Megatron commands Soundwave to turn into his alt mode so he can push him up his valve and feel the vibrations of loud heavy music rattle his calipers for hours. He locks his panels so the fluid has no where to go but to slide around pooled at his entrance, which gives Megatron enough lube to grind his node into. He ruts his closed panels into corners of his office like an animal, he'll lay back in berth and shred a pillow between his thighs for the friction as Soundwave bangs out something with lots of bass.

Midway through one of these sessions the real fun starts. Soundwave isn't pushed too deep into his leader's valve, but because of the shape of his tape deck, he's properly stuck. Megatron will squat over his berth and open his panels, letting the pooled fluid splash under him. He'll flex his valve walls and push and cycle his calipers until Soundwave finally comes unstuck, usually tearing Megatron's walls with his blunt corners. In a pool of energon and more transfluid, Megatron "births" Soundwave onto the bed with a shout.

He brings his devoted third in command up to his face. Soundwave will play something a little slow during this cool down phase while Megatron licks at his lover's buttons and teases his antenna with his teeth, the best stimulation Soundwave can get in his alt form. Megatron recovers from his last overload and lays back down in the berth as Soundwave's music starts to pick up again, something fast with lots of drums that makes him shake in Megatron's hands. He lines Soundwave up with his torn valve and slowly pushes the TIC back in, grinding against the boombox often. He'll shove Soundwave deeper this time, the last was only the warm up after all.

Soundwave is indeed deeper in Megatron's valve this time, caught again between slippery calipers and locked in by a thick plug Megatron only used for their sessions. He blasted erratic techno music that made Megatron's valve spasm, digging his hard edges into the plush protoform of his partner's valve. If Megatron wasn't so into his valve tearing during birth he'd worry about it, but Soundwave wasn't third in command for nothing, he knew what would please his master.

It was a cycle that lasted as many times as Megatron decided, pushing the boombox into his valve and uncomfortably birthing it back out after several overloads just to cram it deeper next time to a new beat. What tended to be the ending of their date night was both of their favorites. By now Megatron's valve was a sloppy hole, stretched by Soundwave's mass shifted form and wet from various fluids. He jammed Soundwave up his valve again, much harder than his gentle introductions earlier, and pushed him up as high as his fingertips could reach. Soundwave was playing harsh noise into the torn valve, vibrating the hot interior around him as Megatron's plug pushed him even deeper. He was angled perfectly this time to press his speaker into the opening of Megatron's gestational seal. After being flattened into the back wall so many times now and making his leader's whole array quake with his thumping music, the seal had much more give. Soundwave cranked the music to full volume, making Megatron's frame shake as he cried through another overload. His seal slipped open just slightly, which was more than enough for Soundwave to bully his way in. He was stretching out the war lord's forge more than anything else, slotting himself in perfectly as he had done many times in the past.

Megatron was a stupid overloading mess as Soundwave shook his forge. He rested his hand over the bump on his belly, feeling Soundwave under his plating and thrashing his womb. He overloaded again at just the touch. Soundwave would kill the music once his song ended, but Megatron would not push him out this time. This was all still part of the game, after all. Megatron stood from berth, his knee joints wobbling and his pedes uneven as his panels snapped shut. He walked unstabliy to the wash racks and cleaned the slick fluids from his thighs and aft. He went to rinse a smear of energon from his belly where Soundwave was bulging out, but was stopped when Soundwave suddenly kicked the music back to life at top volume. Megatron gasped and fell to his knees, overloading in his panels with a shout. His panels were open again as he was now laid on the floor of the wash racks, letting the cleaning solvent's high pressure barrage his node as more transfluid squirt from his valve and onto the wall. He wanted to lay in the wash racks all day and let Soundwave break overload after overload from him, but Soundwave wouldn't give him that. The music shut off after minutes, which was Megatron's cue to stand back up and wash off again.

The gladiator was now clean and his panels locked shut, keeping any more fluid stuck to pool again for later when his "water would break" and he would get the pleasure of his TIC tearing his valve apart again. For now, Megatron would proceed his day as usual. It was very fun for him to schedule meetings on days he planned dates with Soundwave. He welcomed the challenge of keeping his composure while Soundwave skillfully worked to take him apart in front of his loyal army.

This is so fucking good. I almost don't want to answer this because I wanna keep this to jerk off to forever.

You know I'm especially fond of the thought of Megatron always having to birth Soundwave back out... It'd be especially difficult once he's been shoved as deep as his gestation tank. It's especially hard because Soundwave just keeps making him overload, and the rippling of Megatron's valve sends him a couple inches back. Which just makes Megatron cum again. By the time Soundwave is out, Megatron is a drooling, trembling mess, truly no one has seen him in such a state except for Soundwave. His valve is gaping and bleeding, still squirting out little jets of lubricants all over Soundwave, and he feels so fucked out he could pass out right here, right now. But now it's time for him to reciprocate the favour. And then put Soundwave right back in <3

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much love and congratulations to @what-is-my-aesthetic and ben on their marriage <3

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image description: this is a drawing of the youtubers Athena P Sherman and Ben Sherman as the teletubbies Laa Laa and Tinky Winky, respectively. In the background are two green hills, a blue sky, and a yellow sun with a smiling face, meant to be the sun baby from the teletubbies. Laa Laa Athena has light peach skin on her face and inside her ears and yellow teletubby flesh on the rest of her body. she is wearing a long, pink dress about the color of an earthworm, a pearl necklace, and shiny bracelet with some kind of complicated design on it, and she is holding a bouquet of flowers in pink, white, yellow, and blue. her hair starts yellow at the top and then fades into a mixture of dark brown and light pink, with several dark pink curls intermingled with the rest. Her yellow antenna is a large, singular curl. Tinky Winky Ben is wearing a dark blue suit with a white collared shirt and a spotted tie in a slightly different shade of dark blue. they have a peach face and inside of their ears, and indigo purple teletubby flesh on the rest of their body. they are wearing silver aviators and have combed-back, dark brown hair with indigo purple roots. Their indigo purple antenna has a triangle outline on the end. Ben is holding Athena's waist and leaning forward slightly, which dips her back. their faces are pressed together with closed eyes and both are smiling. the outfits pictured are directly referencing the outfits the ben and athena actually wore on their wedding day. end id.

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39. Perryshmirtz kissing as....time runs out

From the prompt list here.

Sugar, we're going down swingin'

Rating: T

Relationship: Heinz Doofenshmirtz/Perry the Platypus

Add tags: Angst, ambiguous ending, human Perry the Platypus, OWCA Files AU, PTSD flashbacks

A/N: Bit of a cliche but I loved getting to stretch my minute made writing muscles again. I considered a fluffy alt but I know Lex loves a bit of grief in her morning coffee.

Canon compliant to my Human Perry lore. Eve had been his sister (Ferb's biological mother), who died in the line of action about 12 years ago here.

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There was something to be said, Perry thinks, of panicking.

(Every sound rang clear as crystal, as murky as dirt. He can feel his own pulse beating beneath his skin like every artery connected straight to his heart. It’s almost tranquil.

We've been here before.)

"Agent P," Harry yelled. It's difficult to hear over the sound of falling rubble, and the blaring alarms resonating through the inside of the volcano, and through the sheer rushing of blood through his ears. "Please, we need to leave!"

"Perry?" Heinz whispered. Perry looks up to him then, numbed of all feeling, save for the bleeding wound on his hip, stinging enough to remind him that he was, at least, still alive. He's looking up, he's staring, but he's not quite seeing. Perhaps physically, they were all trapped inside the lair of an alchemist madman, set to collapse above his head any minute, and to be fair it is all terribly exciting. But Perry was, in truth, bearing down a steel doorframe of an old warehouse stinking of gunpowder, dust and sweat, cradling two small bodies against himself, praying for the mercy of a God he doesn't believe in for a few minutes he could no longer afford 20 years ago.

"Can you walk?" Heinz asked. Right, yes, because he'd asked that question too, that fateful night of fire and gunpowder. What had Eve said to him then?

I can fight. He signed, and he pushes himself off, handing over the briefcase containing what they'd all come here for. The evidence, the antidote, the killing blow. Go, I'll catch up.

(He'd thought about what she'd said, there, in hindsight. He thinks it was meant to be funny. That was how she defaulted to things, on account of Perry not having a single humerous bone in his body, in stark comparison. She was the good cop.

We'd learned to fight before we'd learned how to walk, that was what she always said. There was pride in that, to mask the sadness underneath.)

The henchbots kick against the hinges of the only door holding them back, and bolts come flying. It won't be too long now. Heinz had frozen, briefcase pressed into his chest as he stares a bit dumbly at how Perry attempts to hold himself up, checking the ammo of his guns, so Perry gives him a little push to emphasize his point. He catches Perry's outstretched hand, instead.

"You can't be serious." He hissed, and Perry shook his head. "Come on."

There was only one pod left out of here, and Karen and Maggie had taken the only other one. Between their bulk, the briefcase, and the sheer speed they had to push for in order to make the gate closing any minute now, Perry would only slow them down.

Go, Perry said, and for a second his guard comes crashing down. His hand trembles, pressed against the side of his chest, and it is closest he'll ever get to a wobbly lip. Please?

"You-," Heinz said, but with one mighty kick the door finally bangs open under the assault of manic steel feet. Heinz flinched, but Perry opened fire, trigger finger cool and steady. Two simple headshots. He had 5 bullets left, and a mob to deal with.

"Guys, come on!"

"I'm not leaving you here." Heinz hissed, the grip on Perry's wrist almost crushing. "We're leaving together, or I'm not going anywhere, you hear me?"

Oh.

Oh, Heinz.

As rubble falls and crushes the control panel of the exit gates behind them, and the echo of a dozen feet barrels down the corridor, Perry tugs him closer, and their lips meet like an electric shock, still every bit of a thrill as the first. He feels it tingle right down to the tips of his toes, and slick swipe of his tongue down on Heinz's bottom lip like a promise.

They part with a gentle smacking sound, breathing the same air. Perry wants to remember this. He wants to leave on a good note.

"Perry," Heinz chokes, either on dust or on his own heart. "What do you-,"

I'll catch up. Perry lies, and presses on the trigger for the grappling hook on his belt. Heinz grunts, wide eyed, as it latches on the exit way of the foyer, right next to Harry himself, and Perry treats himself to one last look of his baby blue eyes wide open in fury as it pulls him back hip first.

5 bullets. Perry uses one of them to shoot a hairline fracture down the side of the wall, and the support beam keeping the lighting features aloft gives up the ghost. No way out. No way back in.

"Counting down, lair self destruct." The robotic overhead intercom announces, pleasant and calm. "T minus 10 seconds."

"Trespasser located." The henchbots declare, stepping into the foyer, falling apart. Perhaps one of them. Perhaps a bunch of them at once. He can hardly tell--blood seeps down his side in rivulets, and his head feels heavier by the minute. The edges of his vision begins to blur, and he can't quite tell what's up from down.

But Perry's got a gun in a steady hand, and he's got 4 bullets.

"Resistance is futile." The bots warn, the last of their cogs whirring. It's all appropriately dramatic.

Perry grins.

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F, K, P w/ Kallamar (fluff alphabet)

KALLAMAR FANS HOW ARE YOU FEELING!! hes finally getting more writing RAAAAAAH!!!! prompts: family, kisses, petnames notes: reader is gn but the post mostly focuses on kallamar, can be seen as bishop kallamar or follower, will provide alt/gn petnames if applicable cws: we get a little freaky here, mention of breeding kink and ovi but like.. in passing.. nothing insane but its still there, better to tag than to not tag

FAMILY

likes the idea of having you carry his offspring- egg or otherwise- the idea of that does some things to him

but to actually be a father and raise a family with you? thats not really something hes looking for in this moment in time, ultimately its going to be a no... for a long while

if children is something you want in your life its best to be with someone else who shares your desires, children is not something that can be compromised on

KISSES

likes pressing kisses on you wherever he can get his mouth- but he tends to focus them on your face

will sometimes nibble you before pulling away, never enough to actually break skin if we're talking about casual kisses done in passing

sometimes short kisses can turn into something more passionate, whether it remains innocent or not is up in the air

likes being kissed on the back of his hand, do that and his face is going to burn up a bit

PET NAMES

he likes calling you: my sweet, love, and if the scenario is right he may call you pet... freaky bastard.../j/lh

he likes being called: handsome, beautiful, okay really any name that compliments his looks immediately gets the go ahead, also likes being called sweetheart and dearest