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7 MOST POPULAR TYPES OF WEBSITES AND WHAT THEY INCLUDE

According to research, 38% of people will stop interacting if a website is poorly designed. This means that you should make sure that your website layout sends the right message and answers all your target audience’s questions. 

There are several types of websites that you can go for if you want to establish and improve your online presence in the market. Each one of them is designed to satisfy a specific purpose. So, which one should you go for? How can the right website design and layout help your business boom?

This article will explain the 7 most popular types of websites, their purposes, and features. Keep reading to learn more about them.

7 MOST POPULAR TYPES OF WEBSITES

There are currently more than 1 billion websites on the internet, and the number increases all the time. Some of them are definitely more successful than others, so it’s essential to pick the right website design for your business. 

Today, web development has become easier, so you can just log into a free website builder and have a functioning website. However, this doesn’t mean that you’ll be able to use the website to elevate your online presence. 

You should ask yourself questions like what should my website tell my target audience? How can I use my website design and layout to send a message to my prospects? 

Each type of website has specific features and purposes. We’ll discuss the most popular ones in this section.

1. Business Website

Purpose

Tell your target audience why they should work with you

Features

List of products and services

An About Page to tell the customers about your company

Contact information

A call to action

This is one of the most common website types. The company will share examples of past work and customer feedback and explain how to make an order or contact for more questions. In this type, visual branding is crucial, as the website layout should tell your target audience what your brand is all about. The design should be simple to answer as many questions as possible, making sure that the logo and typography complement the company’s message. Customers should be able to get the information they need without scrolling various pages.

2. eCommerce Website

Purpose

Sell online products and services

Features

High-quality images that show the products and services

Easy to navigate with clear sections

Details about your business, shipment, returns, and refunds should be clearly listed

Secure checkout and transactions

eCommerce websites are quite popular because the company sets up a website to sell its products and services online. Once you have an eCommerce website, you’ll have a functioning online shop that you can use with the physical store to increase your sales. 

There should be a section for customer service and an About Us section that tells your potential customers more about your business. Just like a business website, sticking to a consistent visual branding strategy is extremely important. Moreover, it should be simple so it doesn’t confuse users. 

3. Blog/News Website

Purpose

Provide valuable information about the industry or company

Features

Article lists

Tags for easy navigation

Updated posts

Can lead to an online store

Messages section for more information

The blog or news website should be related to your company’s niche and market, and it should be updated regularly with new posts or the latest news in your industry. The purpose of this website is to deliver valuable content that your target customers will appreciate. Think of what your target customers ask about, how to use your product, and what other products they can use to have a better experience. All these topics can provide excellent content for your blog.

4. Portfolio Website

Purpose

Display samples of work to attract customers

Features

High-quality images

Work samples

Contact information

Creating a portfolio website involves listing information about past projects to promote someone’s business. It can be used by individuals, especially those who work in a creative field, or by agencies and companies. This type of website can lead to an online shop or just display the contact information that customers need to get to the physical store or to contact the website’s owner. 

It should be easy to navigate and needs consistent updates. Your target audience should see that you’re engaging in successful projects to consider you for an upcoming one. 

5. Service Provider Website

Purpose

Offer an online service

Features

Easy to use

Payment options for subscriptions

This website will work for you if you offer an online service, like converting files to other types, a photo editor, or a grammar checker. The website should be easy to understand, and visitors should be able to access the tool instantly. In most cases, you can offer a limited version of your service that users can try for free. After that, they should be able to pay a subscription to access the tool’s full potential.

6. Landing Page

Purpose

The main part of a marketing campaign that leads to other pages where customers can learn more about your brand

Features

A single call to action

A brief description of the products and services

A clear visual brand

The landing page is a one-page website that your target audience reaches when they click the company’s link. Therefore, the website’s design should stick to the brand’s visual identity and should be simple and to the point. The landing page should work for lead generation, so customers can download an online catalog or learn more about the company’s products through a newsletter.

7. Wiki/Database Website

Purpose

A reference or index that provides a lot of information

Features

Easy search functions

Lots of linked pages

Ability to add comments or edit

This website serves as an index that shows a lot of information. When your target audience clicks any link, they’ll get transferred to another page that shows detailed information about your products or services. A database website can also be accessible to users who can contribute to the added content.

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I WENT ON A PUBLIC MEETING OF LOCAL PHOTOGRAPHERS FOR THE FIRST TIME EVER

AND GUESS WHAT

THEY TOOK A PHOTO OF ME

AND IT'S AWESOME!!!!

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BESTIES DONT HATE ME BUT AYBY PT 3 IS NOT DONE FOR THIS WEEKEND🫣

TO BE FAIR i think you will be slightly happy to know that the only reason why it’s not done is bc it’s fucking long and i completely switched things around to draw it out hehe. that being said, since i did not keep my promise (twice in a row😔), here is a very very rough draft of a steddie idea i had when i needed a palate cleanser earlier, enjoyyy <3

18+ — MDNI

word count: 3.5k

Steve needed to get out of his hometown.

Familiarity was safety. Safety was easy, for some time, until it got boring. Until Steve felt like he’d been a body filling a job. Just a guy holding a camera and wasting film on still life.

The small town paper liked his eye for symmetry but hated when he got too close, too real. Too sad, his editor would say, looking over his shoulder as she rejected another frame that didn’t match the ‘local pride’ narrative. 

“More smiling.” She once told him. Didn’t like seeing people in action. Didn’t like busy photos. 

And Steve did what they asked. Still shots. Happy in one snap— that’s what they wanted. But the pictures still felt dead, every last one of them. 

So he left. Worked enough to get a one-way ticket out west and rode a bus for three days straight, wondering if he’d just ruined his life or started it. 

The bus drops him off in downtown LA with a camera slung over his shoulder, twenty-seven dollars in his pocket, and a busted leather suitcase filled with two shirts, two pants, two boxers, and two pairs of socks. 

It’s hot. Smog settles low like a second skin, clinging to his clothes like his uncertainty. He doesn’t know anyone here. Not really. Just a cousin who hasn’t answered his last three letters and a belief that something has to give.

He gets a gig on the first day. Shoots a wedding for a couple who met three weeks ago. They pay him enough to get him three nights in a motel. 

By the fifth day, he’s scoured just about every ad in the city, sat through another miserable wedding shoot where the groom smelled like cheese, and eaten three different variations of gas station sandwiches. 

His fingers itch for something real to shoot. Something messy, honest— alive. 

And unfortunately, with just a few dollars to his name and a bruised ego, Steve’s hope begins to dwindle. 

That’s when it comes.

Folded in the back of a grimy newspaper outside of a diner:

BAND SEEKING LIVE PHOTOGRAPHER. MUST TRAVEL. MUST NOT SUCK. 

PAY: QUESTIONABLE.

ART: PROBABLE.

He tears the page out and sprints to the nearest payphone, coffee forgotten on the sidewalk, heart racing in his chest, camera hung from his neck. He doesn’t even know the name of the band.

The phone booth smells like piss and hot plastic; Steve has to stick his foot in the doorway to keep from drowning in it as he shoves the newspaper under his chin and jams a few quarters in. The numbers are sticky beneath his thumb and the plastic phone could possibly be carrying a few diseases on it, but Steve couldn’t care less as he raises it to his ear. 

It rings twice.

Then: “Yeah?” A man’s voice. Gruff, half distracted, something going on in the background. 

Steve fumbles, grabs the newspaper from under his chin so he can speak properly, “Hi— uh, hi,” he clears his throat, wiping sweat from his brow, “I’m calling about the ad? For the photographer— the one for the band. I saw it in the paper. I have a portfolio, I mean— well, some prints, not on me, but—“

“You busy right now?”

Steve falters. Blinks. Heart thrumming in his chest. “No.”

“Great. Come to Valley Sound, Magnolia and Laurel. Studio 5, doors unlocked.”

And before Steve can grab a pen and ask him to say it again, the line clicks dead.

…Okay.

Magnolia and Laurel. Valley Sound, studio 5.

Steve repeats it to himself all the way to the bus stop.

It takes him almost an hour to get across town. One bus, one transfer, and one wrong turn that lands him near an adult video store before a disheveled man in front of a liquor shop points him back in the right direction. 

By the time he’s standing in front of Valley Sound, Steve’s sweating through his clothes. The building is squat and half-forgotten. The bricks are old, there's fading graffiti on the side, and paint is chipping from the stucco. There’s no sign— just a buzzer and a glass door that gives when Steve pushes it open. 

Inside, the place smells like smoke, spilled beer, and old carpet. Music leaks through the cracks of the walls, different rooms bursting with different sounds. Steve trails through it like an imposter.

He finds Studio 5 by the echo of an argument. 

“No, Rho, that’s not what the line says—“

“Well maybe the line’s wrong, Eddie. Maybe you’re wrong.”

“Wouldn’t be the first time..” Someone mutters. 

Steve inhales sharply, grasps the door handle, and steps inside. 

And because nothing’s ever gone right for Steve, his shoulder catches a guitar case left too close to the door. The thing tips. He lunges too late, watches it clatter to the floor and cut through the room's chaos like a gunshot. 

Everything halts. 

Six heads whip around. 

A girl with smudged black eyeliner and a sharp gaze. A tall, wiry guy with a cigarette hanging from his lips and a bruised ego in his eyes. Another man with a drumstick twirling between his fingers. A bassist in sunglasses, even indoors. And the guy, who Steve assumes is the manager from the phone call, is against the wall with a pad of paper, chewing a toothpick.

Steve stares back. Heart hammering, pits uncomfortably sweaty. He clutches his camera like a lifeline. 

“Sorry.” He blurts. “I’m— I’m Steve. Steve Harrington.” He says, though it sounds more like a question. No one moves, they all stare, the drummer’s jaw ticks around a wad of gum.

“I take photos. Mostly live stuff. Street shots, candid, whatever’s got soul. I saw the ad and—”

The manager lifts a hand, barely looks at him as he walks toward the sound board, “Start takin’ photos. We’ll look at what you got by the end of the day.”

And just like that, the room goes back to a buzz, and the band turns back to the lyric sheet.

The girl lights a cigarette.

The tall guy strums a sharp chord.

The drummer and the bassist follow suit.

Steve’s hands shake as he lifts the camera. From nerves, adrenaline, uncertainty— all of it.

But when he looks through the lens— adjust the finder, zeroes in— he sees it.

Something electric. A little broken. A little holy.

He clicks.

————

Steve ends up sleeping on the studio’s busted couch for four nights straight.

No one tells him to stay that first night. No one tells him to leave, either. 

The next morning, everyone just kind of operates like nothing’s changed. They include him a little bit. Someone slides him a lukewarm coffee, someone else cracks a joke about his shoes, and they even buy him a sandwich from the deli with too much mustard.

He officially learns everyone's names in the band by the end of the day— Eddie, Jeff, Gareth, and Rho.

He learns the manager’s name later that day.

“Binny. Not Benny. Binny. With an ‘I’.”

Steve gets the hang of their operation.

They’re a storm in motion. 

Steve watches them and thinks, this shouldn’t work. 

Jeff barely talks. Gareth seems like he’d follow anyone with a cigarette and a vague plan, and you and Eddie? You orbit each other like dying stars. Violent. Beautiful. Codependent. 

Steve’s never seen anything like it. 

But the moment you play— it clicks. All the screaming, the dissonance, the weird inside jokes, the low-level loathing—you pull it into the music and make something real. Something Steve believed existed, but only just now found.

On the third morning, Steve asks how you all met each other.

Jeff’s plucking a low riff, effortless like it’s been living in his spine. You’re scratching notes of a song onto a pizza box while Eddie’s hunched over the soundboard, and Gareth’s flopped on the couch, arm thrown over his eyes, claiming a “five-minute power coma” that’s already stretched into fifteen.

It comes out without thought, curious and soft— “How did you guys meet?”

Jeff glances up, still playing. You lift your head, curious, and Eddie smirks, still busy with the soundboard.

“High school,” Eddie says. “Shit hole of a place. Jeff and I were in a music theory class together. Both got detention for arguing with the teacher over a Motörhead chord progression.”

Jeff nods, gazing at the yellow tint of sun seeping through the blinds, “You were wrong, by the way.”

“Still got the better grade.”

“You cheated.”

Gareth groans from the couch, “Not this story again.”

You crack a smile, and Eddie moves on, “Gareth came in later— split from his old band. Shitty pop-punk sound that didn’t deserve his skill. We stole him.”

Gareth doesn’t bother opening his eyes when he cuts in, “You begged.”

Jeff grins, “We kidnapped him.”

Steve’s got a smile stretching across his face, fingers dancing over his camera like he wants to capture their past. “And then what? You just… formed a band?”

You grin, leaning forward, “No, they tried to form, like, three bands. One was punk. One was screamo. One was—”

“Don’t say it.”

“—an acoustic duo called ‘Twice Shy’.”

Eddie slaps a hand over your mouth, “Lies. Slander. Shut it.” You lick his palm, and Eddie pinches you with a grimace.

Steve tilts his head towards you, “So when did you come into the picture?”

Jeff drags in a breath and shrugs, “We booked it after graduation. Aimed for LA with eighty bucks and a demo.”

“That’s when we met Rho.”

You smile and offer a lousy bow with a wave of your hand. “I was playing a garage showcase in Barstow. Just me and a loop pedal. I was awful.”

Eddie grins, “She was magnetic. So we stole her, too.”

Steve watches, quiet and fascinated by the story. The way you tell it. The way someone remembers it wrong, and someone else interrupts to fill in the blanks.

“Sounds like fate.” He softly says.

You shrug, picking up a pen and turning back to your pizza box, “More like desperation and dumb luck.”

Eddie says the best things come from that anyway.

Later on, Steve asks another question— “What’s Rho short for?”

Gareth speaks around a mouthful of his sandwich, “Catastrophe.”

You smile with a wink, and Steve decides that makes sense.

By the end of the third day, he’s invited to sit at the soundboard and snap some more shots— and that’s when Steve realizes he might actually be staying.

You record all day and fight all night. Rho yells with her whole body, Eddie spits venom laced with poetry, and somehow it works.

Steve develops film in the back of the manager's office, hung to dry between unpaid invoices and rusty lamps. The pictures are beautiful. Devastating. Sharp and vivid, and so honest it makes Steve want to cry. 

Binny takes one look at them and tells Steve to get a suitcase.

On the seventh day, Steve isn’t sure what’s going on, but they’re moving like there’s a ticking time bomb somewhere. Then at the end of the day, Binny claps his hands and says, “Time to take this show on the road.”

Literally. 

Seven in the morning sharp, they’ll be on their way to San Diego to play their first show on a seven-week tour. Twenty shows, twelve states. 

Steve is wired.

It’s the night before they leave when Steve forgets his camera bag in the studio.

It’s late. Everyone’s asleep or passed out. Steve thinks he left his bag in the wrong room again, rookie mistake. The building is dark, uncharacteristically quiet, but there’s an orange light seeping out from under one cracked door. There’s a soft and quiet hum shifting through the air as Steve walks toward it.

His mind is stuck on finding his bag, and his body’s moving on muscle memory. He doesn’t think. Just pushes the door open. 

Your legs are around Eddie’s waist. Your hands in his hair. His lips at your throat. Both of you leaned against the soundboard. 

You moan— soft, but sharp. Eddie growls something low and filthy— grabs at you like you’re his lifeline, like he can’t get any deeper into you, like the rage isn’t enough.

Steve freezes. 

Eddie’s head turns. Their eyes lock. 

It’s only a second, but it stretches, long and thin. 

You don’t stop. You don’t even look. Like you know, and you don’t care. 

Steve backs out and closes the door. Slowly. Leaves without his bag, doesn’t care anymore.

He doesn’t find sleep easily, too busy running the last few days back and piecing things together because Steve could not, for the life of him, figure you and Eddie out.

At first, he wasn’t sure what you were. Lovers? Enemies? Codependents in matching leather jackets?

He watched from across the studio for an entire week— you curled on the couch, Eddie sat on the floor in front of you, arguing over a chorus, laughing mid-insult, you throwing an empty soda can at his head. 

There’s heat in the way you speak to each other. Hunger. 

Steve just wasn't sure if it was all out of anger or desire. After what he’s seen now, he thinks it’s both.

————

LA TO SAN DIEGO

The van smells like weed, old vinyl, and denim.

Jeff drives the whole way. You smoke in the back. Eddie rides shotgun and flicks ashes out the cracked window. Steve sits in the middle row, camera in his lap, ten bucks in his wallet, and wonders if this is how cults begin.

“We should do Velvet Static tonight.”

You say it in a rare moment of humming quiet, eighty miles out from San Diego. Steve’s body is stiff from sitting, and Gareth is zoned out beside him.

Eddie cracks a grin around his cigarette. Jeff sighs. Gareth groans and digs himself into the side of the van, mumbling that he’s taking a nap. 

Eddie lulls his head to the side, eyes trained on the road ahead as Jeff continues to drive. He lets the silence sit for a moment, a stream of smoke filtering out the window before replying, “No.”

Steve doesn’t need to look at you to see the challenging glare on your face. It’s in your voice when you speak, “Why not?”

Eddie huffs out a laugh, “Because it’s emo bullshit with a tambourine. It’s fake. It doesn’t mean anything.”

Jeff snickers. Easily earns himself a crinkled-up wrapper to his face.

“Fuck you— it’s necessary. It’s a fucking break.” You argue.

Eddie scoffs around a laugh, barely glancing back as he responds, “Exactly! It’s boring. No one’s there for a break, Rho. People want noise, they want chaos—”

“You want chaos.” You cut in, “It’s my song. I wrote it. I wanna play it.” You insist.

Eddie licks his lips like he’s tasting his words before saying them. Steve can see his lashes flutter behind his sunglasses, his fingers twitch around the body of his camera. 

Eddie shifts in his seat, kicks a foot up on the dash, and lets out a breath, “Crowds not gonna like it.”

“I don’t care.”

It’s final and sealed.

Eddie rolls his tongue beneath his cheek, glances out the window, and brings his cigarette back to his lips to take a long drag. 

Later on, when Jeff stops to get gas, Steve hears you humming the song to yourself.

Steve doesn’t say it, but he disagrees with both of you.

————

The venue is a pit.

Steve would say it’s a ‘hole-in-the-wall’, but even a hole in the wall would look better than this.

Low ceilings. Sticky floors. A single busted speaker hanging from a flimsy cable— Binny took one look at it and said, “They’re askin’ for a lawsuit.”. And Steve is a thousand percent sure he saw a rat scurrying around behind the bar. It’s the kind of place you don’t remember until it ruins you.

Steve’s sweating through his shirt, camera strap rubbing the back of his neck raw. His arms are shaking from carrying a heavy amp to the stage, but he says nothing, just shakes them out and flexes his fingers every now and then.

Binny invites him to grab a drink at the bar while the band does soundcheck. Binny gets a whiskey neat, and Steve gets a beer that’s disgustingly warm and makes him sweat harder than before. Gareth is on stage, spinning a stick between his knuckles behind his kit, and Jeff is tweaking his sound when your voice snaps through the room.

“This monitor is fucking dogshit.”

It’s directed at the sound guy, some lousy middle-aged man who’s definitely not getting paid enough to handle half of the bands that run through this place. “We’re working on it.” He bites back, maybe a little too hard. You step forward, sunglasses perched upon your face as you squat down at the edge of the stage to meet the guys level and casually tell him to ‘get your shit together or fuck off.’.

The man throws his hands up. Gareth chuckles behind his kit. Jeff hasn’t looked up from his bass once. Eddie shrugs.

Steve stands at the bar, watching it all unfold with some sort of detached awe, camera resting on the bar top, warm beer churning in his belly. Binny’s next to Steve, down to a few sips of his drink, watching you like someone who's seen this movie before. 

Steve glances over. Binny shifts in his seat and exhales slowly. “I ever tell you how I got here?”

Steve blinks, “Like… with the band?”

Binny nods, eyes still watching you and the sound guy go at it. “I was managing an indie band. Rho was standing on a merch table. Screaming like she was fuckin’ possessed,” he huffs out a laugh, “Called their old manager a limp-dicked coward sack of shit and told him he’d be choking on his badge if he ever crossed her again.”

Steve raises a brow, “Seriously?”

Binny sips his drink, “Dead serious. Eddie told me I was their new manager, and I just… didn’t say no.”

Steve lets out a quiet laugh, grabbing his camera and switching it on, “And you’ve been stuck ever since.”

Binny shrugs, Steve wonders if the lines on his face are from age or stress. “I’ve tried leaving. Once. Gareth sent me a handwritten death threat,” he grins, “It was adorable.”

They both look back toward the stage where you’re pointing now. Eddie’s leaning on the mic like he’s about to throw his voice in. Jeff’s sitting on his amp, chewing gum, unmoved.

Binny leans on the bar with a sigh, watching his kids like a tired yet proud father, “They’re like feral cats. Loud, untrainable. You feed ‘em once and they think they own you.”

Steve lifts the camera, snaps a shot of you mid-scream. He gazes through the lens for a moment longer as Binny adds, “I still haven’t figured out if I’m managing them or just… surviving them.”

Steve lets that hang in the air for a moment.

The crowd comes in like a blur of torn fishnets, leather, and denim. Backstage is really just one boxed room with a table for food, a dying mini fridge, and two couches that should’ve been thrown out in the 70s. 

Eddie’s nursing a joint and repairing a broken string. You’re doing your makeup in the bathroom mirror, grumbling at Gareth when he shoves past you to take a piss. Jeff is sitting cross-legged and tuning his bass like he’s meditating.

It’s a nice hum of anticipation. The calm before the storm.

And it doesn’t last long.

The crowd thickens, and the noise rises, and Steve sinks into the least questionable couch of the two. Nearly blends into the couch with how still he becomes. He holds his camera to his chest, sits patiently and quietly, and watches the band twist seven ways to hell in just forty minutes.

It’s a bit mind-boggling to see. There on the old, withered couch, Steve watches four band members who were nearly zombies two hours ago become something akin to hungry beasts.

You’re pacing near the stage door, cigarette trembling between your fingers and burning the tips of them, lips moving— in a chant or a countdown, Steve can’t tell.

Eddie’s back is to the wall, head tilted toward the ceiling, a sheen of sweat already built over his neck, whispering lyrics like he’s summoning something.

“Three minutes!” Binny calls.

Gareth taps his drumstick against his knee. Jeff cracks his knuckles and twists his neck.

You stub out your cigarette on your boot heel, and Eddie rolls his shoulders before tossing back a shot someone hands him with no explanation. 

Steve watches it all— this quiet, manic prelude— through a lens.

One click here. Two clicks there. Another for good luck.

Then someone yells— “You’re up!”

The band moves like a storm.

And Steve follows.

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a/n: HIII, a little rockstar moment for the girlies :p like i said, this is a very rough draft and not at all proofread, but I'll be coming back to this probably after I finish ayby TEHE OKAY BYE, GOING TO WRITE BEFORE IM MAULED MWAH

[ice-creamforbreakfast]

Whats the lore behind Cabbagepatch?

I should really have a page dedicated to this 🤣 Okay, strap in! This is going to be a long post!

Empress of Evil, Cabbagepatch Prudence Le-Croissant Pantoufle  Baba-Yaga Mothballs-Smyth and her siblings belong to a race of ancient, immortal shapeshifters with a default dog-like appearance.

The Mothballs Siblings minus Robespierrepatch

Several hundred years ago, Cabbagepatch and her siblings were looking for new planets to conquer when her brother Cookiebatch, overcome with psychic energy, tried to eat the spaceship's controls, causing them to crash land in Strangetown.

Cabbagepatch as a puppy and an adult on her home planet, Cardboard Batuu. The crash in Strangetown. Cabbagepatch in disguise as a French dog. Cabbagepatch as an elder

The crash caused a massive disagreement between the Mothballs siblings, and they split up and fled to various corners of Sim Earth.

Tigerpatch's fifteen minutes of fame

Cabbagepatch went to Champ Les Sims, disguising herself as a French dog, Figgyduff moved to Chestnut Ridge and started an illegal horse dealership, Kapusta hijacked a cruise ship, before eventually settling in Ravenwood, Tigerpatch moved deep into the Selvadoradian jungle, but rose to prominence as the face of a Simflix documentary, Rottenbonnet set up home on an offshore garbage island, Mitzipuff and Cookiebatch were discovered by scientists, who later tricked a rather stupid man into taking them after they all but destroyed the lab, while Foxipuff and Blobbypatch are unaccounted for, but do attend family gatherings when called.

Cabbagepatch performing a blood sacrifice with her siblings, while wearing Sentate couture

Cabbagepatch was kidnapped by scientists in Champ Les Sims. She was bored and wanted something to do, so she let it happen, and then promptly blew up their lab.

She then reconnected with her brother, Robespierrepatch, who had left during an earlier migration and was communicating from Sim Earth. They had a falling out over sausages, so like her siblings often did, Cabbagepatch found a nice family and stayed with them until they annoyed her and she had to kill them. Rinse and repeat several times over.

Cabbagepatch found a family she could tolerate, but Figgyduff, after learning of her sister's location, broke into their home and destroyed their kitchen in search of sausages. Cabbagepatch got the blame and had to kill the family. Her bloodfeud with Figgyduff never ended.

Cabbagepatch ended up being taken in by a nice old lady who fed her the most magnificent sausages. Cabbagepatch grew to like her, and together they guarded their home from unwanted visitors with much aggression. Sadly that wouldn't last, and she ended up being 'inherited' by her grandson (the gall!) Milo.

Cabbagepatch waiting for Milo's wife Hana to die

She remained with Milo and his family and lived a comfortable life, occasionally begrudgingly sharing her time with their other pets (thankfully mortal). Occasionally she would run into old enemies, but overall, her life was peaceful and allowed her great freedom to build a large stock portfolio and start various underground businesses.

Cabbagepatch when she went off sausages for a few months

When Milo and Hana passed away, Cabbagepatch found herself living with Milo's sister, Heather; her favourite of the Smyth family. Heather remained ageless on a strict regime of Botox, Ozempic, and cosmetic surgery, and became the one human Cabbagepatch actually liked.

Heather in her late eighties to early nineties with Cabbagepatch

During her time with Heather. Cabbagepatch was free to go about her business, given Heather was busy with her own portfolios and businesses. She accepted an invitation to join the League of Evil.

Cabbagepatch and her associates during some downtime (credit: @theplottdump)

Cabbagepatch has learned from her long life that it's okay to wind down a little, and having had an eventful time on Sim Earth, she makes sure to involve herself in smaller pet projects, as well as large-scale business ventures.

Cabbagepatch, along with Vampire Cher and Vampire Enya, taking down evil children's author KJ Rowley in the Banned Forest

Cabbagepatch's greatest enemies

Being a business woman and dangerous individual of such calibre isn't without enemies. Cabbagepatch has made a variety of enemies in her time. For the most part, she lets them live, as without enemies, where would the fun be?

This brings us to the present moment, when Cabbagepatch appears to have buried the hatchet with Figgyduff (and not in her head either), in their war against the Clucking Cosa Nostra. No one knows what the future will bring for Cabbagepatch, except perhaps Cookiebatch, who does have psychic powers, but either can't, or chooses not to verbalise them.

[bookloover35]

Ink and Fire - Eddie Munson x fem reader.

Eddie Munson was a man of many layers, much like the tattoos he so desperately wanted to cover his skin with. He wasn't the typical guy who walked into a tattoo shop, but then again, Eddie wasn't exactly the "typical guy" in most situations. Long, messy hair, a bandana always tied around his head, and a sleeveless leather vest that made him look like he was on the verge of becoming a rockstar—Eddie Munson didn't quite blend in with the crowd.

And then there was you.

You were a new addition to the tattoo shop, freshly graduated from art school, ready to make your mark on the world, or in this case, make your mark on people's skin. The owner of the shop had taken one look at your portfolio, filled with intricate designs and sharp lines, and knew you'd be a perfect fit. You had the style, the skill, and the attitude.

But you hadn't expected your first client to be someone like Eddie Munson.

He walked into the shop on a Thursday afternoon, all fire and energy, making the entire room seem to buzz with electricity. The door's bell rang as he stepped inside, his boots clicking on the wooden floor, and you looked up from your sketchpad.

"Hey," Eddie greeted with a grin that almost seemed mischievous, his eyes scanning the room before landing on you. "I'm looking for someone who can handle a challenge."

You raised an eyebrow, setting your pen down and giving him a once-over. His eyes held something dangerous—something wild. "You came to the right place. What do you want?"

Eddie chuckled, scratching the back of his head, clearly feeling more than a little self-conscious. "Well, I've got a couple of pieces I want to add, but I'm thinking something... personal, y'know? Something that'll mean something. Maybe a little rebellious."

You smirked, immediately intrigued. The idea of giving Eddie Munson a tattoo that matched his energy was too enticing to pass up.

"Alright, what are we thinking?" you asked, walking over to him as you pulled out a fresh piece of paper. "Something to match that rock 'n' roll vibe you've got going?"

Eddie tilted his head, studying you for a second before answering. "Something that tells a story. Something about freedom, chaos, and, uh... maybe a little bit of fire."

You nodded, understanding immediately. "Gotcha. You've come to the right place."

You quickly began sketching, your hand moving effortlessly across the page, while Eddie watched you with an intense focus, his eyes never leaving your hands as they worked. He wasn't used to being the one on the receiving end of such attention, but something about the way you moved—like you were in your element—made him feel comfortable.

When you finished the rough design, you turned it toward him, your heart pounding a little faster than usual. There was something about this moment, about the strange magnetic pull between you two, that made the room feel warmer.

Eddie took the sketch, his fingers tracing the outline of a flame intertwined with a skull—a symbol of rebellion and freedom. He let out a low whistle. "This... this is perfect."

"Glad you think so," you replied, trying to hide the flush that crept up your neck.

You led him to the tattoo chair, the room humming with anticipation as you prepped your tools. Eddie settled in, his eyes locking with yours. There was an unspoken understanding between the two of you now—this wasn't just about ink and skin. This was about creating something that represented a part of him, something that no one else would understand.

As you began the tattoo, Eddie winced slightly, but didn't pull away. You could tell he was the type to take pain in stride, someone who thrived on intensity and chaos, even if it was uncomfortable.

"How're you holding up?" you asked, breaking the silence between you two.

"You're doing a good job," Eddie replied, his voice barely above a whisper, his gaze still locked on you. "I trust you."

You smiled softly, feeling a surge of pride. "Good, because I'm just getting started."

The hours passed quickly, both of you lost in the rhythm of the work. As you added detail to the tattoo, Eddie talked about everything—his love for Dungeons and Dragons, his band, Hellfire Club, and his passion for living life on his terms. And with each word, with each laugh that escaped his lips, you felt the connection between you two deepen.

Finally, after what felt like no time at all, you were finishing up the last touches on the tattoo, the fiery design now permanently etched into his skin. Eddie sat up, inspecting your work in the mirror, his lips curling into a satisfied grin.

"Damn," he said, his voice filled with admiration. "I think this is the best tattoo I've ever had."

You leaned back, wiping your hands on a rag, trying to hide the smile tugging at your lips. "You've got good taste," you replied, your voice light but with a hint of something deeper.

As Eddie stood up, his eyes met yours, and for a moment, there was a lingering silence. It wasn't uncomfortable, but charged, like there was something both of you were holding back.

"Thanks, seriously," Eddie said, his voice softer than usual as he picked up his jacket. "I knew I could trust you."

"No problem," you said, but your heart fluttered in your chest, the sound of his words lingering in the air.

Eddie grabbed his things, but before he left, he turned to you with that trademark mischievous grin.

"Hey," he said, "I'll be back for more."

You nodded, your pulse quickening, unable to deny the thrill that ran through you. "I'll be here."

And just like that, Eddie Munson was gone—his footsteps echoing down the hallway, but the memory of him, and the connection you shared in that small, ink-stained room, stayed with you.

For now, it was just ink and fire, but you had a feeling that wasn't the last time you'd be seeing Eddie Munson.

[melymigo]

I don't know where to start...

I think a brief introduction might be helpful:

To my moots who already know me and for the people who might come across this post, I'm Mely. I'm 31 years old, I'm from Mexico, and everyone around here knows me for my love for Star Wars. I'm a huge fan of the Star Wars Universe, a big TCW and TBB fan. I'm a digital artist and 3D generalist by profession, a profession that I currently do not practice. I lost my job and I haven't been able to apply for/land new jobs or even create a new portfolio because I lost my computer, my main working tool, and all my files, demo reels, portfolios, everything I had is gone. I've been jumping from one job to another, working as a carer, house cleaner, teacher, etc., to keep going and survive; currently I am working in a coffee shop as a barista.

I never thought I’d be in this situation, but I need to ask for help. I don't know if I ever mentioned it before here, but I've been dealing with health issues for two years. Everything was under control until the past few months; it got worse—the last update is that there is an inflammation in my brain going on, and despite multiple doctor visits and tests, I still don’t have clear answers, and I need to see specialists to get the proper treatment. Medical costs, along with the need to take time off work, have made this incredibly difficult. I’m doing everything I can to keep going, but I can’t do it alone anymore. At my job they don't offer medical insurance; I've been trying to land another job that offers me healthcare, but it has been impossible due to the same health issues. I applied for government medical support, but it was denied.

Here is when I ask you for your help: I'm opening a fundraising account to help me get the funds to get medical care. Any donation, no matter how small, would help me afford the care I need.

As a thank-you, I’d love to offer simple art commissions for those who donate. It won’t be anything too elaborate since my energy and resources are limited, but I want to give something back to those who support me.

If you can’t donate, sharing this would mean the world to me. Thank you from the bottom of my heart, and may the force be with you! 💖

BTW, this is the first time I have ever done this, and to be honest, I don't know if this is the best channel to get the funds I need. If anyone has advice or knows a better way, I'd be happy to let you guide me.

Here is the link to my ko-fi page:

https://ko-fi.com/melymigo

[alaamomtoleen]

Seeking Urgent Help or Job Opportunities 🍉🙏🏻

Vetted by @gazavetters & @gaza-evacuation-funds

I’m reaching out during a time of financial strain, where rising living costs have made it incredibly challenging to stay afloat. Unfortunately, the donations and support I’ve received so far barely cover even the basics. Every bit of help counts, and I am deeply grateful for what I’ve received, but I am in urgent need of more support.

To find a long-term solution, I’m sharing my portfolio here in hopes of securing freelance work or employment, whether it’s from independent individuals or companies. I specialize in translation (Arabic to English and vice versa) and content writing. My services include:

• Professional company profiles

• Website content

• Landing page copy

• Social media posts

• Product descriptions

• Articles

If you or anyone you know is in need of these services, I would greatly appreciate any opportunity that comes my way.

Thank you for taking the time to read this and for any support you can offer. Please feel free to reach out.

@90-ghost @gazavetters @gaza-evacuation-funds @shade-of-blue @ibtisams @nabulsi @dykesbat @irhabiya @wellwaterhysteria @appsa @mazzikah @a-shade-of-blue @stuckinapril @jezior0