#source: creators choice

[headmate-ideas]

Ello! Could we get an entirely creators choice one? We’re an adult (24) so feel free to add in any themes!! Thank you!

[This template contains adult themes. Minors DNI!]

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✦ Name(s): Jozi, Samantha, Ibria ✦ Pronouns: she/her, they/them, it/its, x/xs/xself, xi/xir/xirs/xirself, love/loves/loveself, meow/meows/meowself ✦ Species: cat anthro ✦ Age: 32 ✦ Role(s): spiritual headmate, kink headmate, addiction holder, agoraphobia holder, AVPD holder, socializer, chef ✦ Labels: agender, femme, boygirl, veldigirl, xenine, luxikinkic ✦ Xenos: roses, cats, love ✦ Interests/likes: cooking, shitposts, gemology ✦ Dislikes: large crowds ✦ Music taste: vaporwave, doom metal, breakcore ✦ Aesthetic(s): lovecore, plantcore, 1940s vintage ✦ Objectum attraction(s): plushes, plants, crystals ✦ Kins: cows, foxes, quartz crystals ✦ Emoji proxy: 🐄🌹 ✦ Details:

Jozi is an anthropomorphic cat who is a worshiper of Hathor from the Kemetic pantheon. She views both kink and substances as sacred, and she frequently engages in the system's spiritual practices involving these things. Her substance use, however, is not always in moderation, and she is subject to the system's addictions. Jozi has the system's agoraphobia and AVPD, but they still have a strong social drive. They do better in smaller social situations, as well as settings where other system members' actions have ensured that they are accepted. She likes food and enjoys cooking for the system.

[These can be edited and changed as needed, and headmates will almost definitely not turn out EXACTLY as described.]

[theonceandfuture]

the stoneforged are my non-ableist replacement for "dwarves" (see here and here, i think bbc merlin has its own issue of ableism regarding characters with dwarfism) as a species in mythology. they are technically a type of elf (think lightforged = high elves, shadowforged = dark elves, minus the racism associated with the drow's writing)

hopefully, soon i'll have found the time to draw out my designs for some of the species prominent in albion, and i can reblog this post and add my personal designs for these species. keep in mind that i'll still have characters with dwarfism in this story! i don't think the solution to ableism is to erase the characters with dwarfism entirely (cough cough, disney's snow white), instead i've just been Normaler about it.

[cissa-calls]

Countdown to Agatha: Darkhold Diaries: Day 672

I have always sincerely loved the original design of the Scarlet Witch. Besides the fact that colors in printed comics were likely more limited, her chosen color palette is so important! Perhaps it is bias towards the character and to her Bronze Age (and earlier depictions), but it not only sets her apart from a sea of other iconic red superhero’s in the same franchise, but is also grounded in good visual language:

The red is intense and powerful, passionate, chaotic, and explosive in presence.

The pink is subtle foil, softer in tone but a bright reminder of Wanda’s femininity, something to be celebrated instead of a hindrance in her ability. It contrasts her intenseness but doesn’t undermine it.

It also sets her apart from other witches (Agatha) by having her in warm tones rather than cools.

(Image sourced from marvel.com)

[lith-myathar]

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[ursaspecter]

🐺 moon-moon4w00 Follow

Friendly reminder that asking your lycan partner to turn you is incredibly insensitive! Seriously can we retire this trope already? Not only is it just offensive, but no one would ever actually choose this life! Lycanthropy is a curse. Full stop.

🐾 superhowllock69 Follow

Ok user "moon-moon" as if that original meme wasn't created to mock pack nomenclature 🙄

Anyway I'm not gonna touch that internalized lycanphobia with a ten foot pole. Being turned by your partner is something that can be incredibly intimate as long as both parties are consenting and the one being turned is 100% sure they want it. Literally the only downside to transforming once a month is the pain, but midol works just fine. No one with these "lycanthropy bad" takes ever wants to discuss the legitimate positives that come with this "curse" lmao.

🐺 moon-moon4w00 Follow

I'm literally reclaiming moon moon but go off I guess. Anyways turning your partner is absolutely disgusting and morally reprehensible and anyone who does it should be muzzled permanently.

🌜 impawssible Follow

lmao my wife literally saved my life when she turned me but i guess she should be muzzled huh? we run through the woods hunting deer together and can each haul in groceries in one trip now, but nooo she's obviously a danger to society because she cares enough about me to help me when insurance wouldn't cover my medicine

also it was confirmed that the creator of that meme literally makes and sells silver bullets so if you still wanna use moon moon for yourself that certainly is a choice. source: (X)

🦴 pupperoni Follow

I love that instead of naming the more common benefits of lycanthropy, you mentioned that you and your wife can carry all the groceries in one trip. I think that's definitely a positive that gets overlooked far too often and I commend you for speaking your truth, sir

🌜 impawssible Follow

lol thanks but I'm a woman 😅

🦴 pupperoni Follow

🦇 count-fuckula Follow

Plus werewolf blood tastes way better and is as filling as 10 humans 👍

🐺 moon-moon4w00 Follow

Oh my GOD you vampblr freaks will just flock to anything. It clearly says "vamps DNI" in my bio!

🐾 superhowllock Follow

lmaoooo of course you're a vampire exclusionist

🌕 daddy-fenris Follow

wasn't OP the same guy who said fursuits were offensive to lycanthropes and doxxed a werewolf fursuiter?

🐺 moon-moon4w00 Follow

They ARE offensive and harmful to this community and I'm tired of pretending they're not. They perpetuate harmful depictions of what a humanoid wolf is actually like.

🌜 impawssible Follow

me when I dox someone for making candy colored animal costumes that look nothing like what a real werewolf does

🦴 pupperoni Follow

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🌕 daddy-fenris Follow

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[insertdisc5]

🎮 HEY I WANNA MAKE A GAME! 🎮

Yeah I getcha. I was once like you. Pure and naive. Great news. I AM STILL PURE AND NAIVE, GAME DEV IS FUN! But where to start?

To start, here are a couple of entry level softwares you can use! source: I just made a game called In Stars and Time and people are asking me how to start making vidy gaems. Now, without further ado:

SOFTWARES AND ENGINES FOR PEOPLE WHO DON'T KNOW HOW TO CODE!!!

Ren'py (and also a link to it if you click here do it): THE visual novel software. Comic artists, look no further ✨Pros: It's free! It's simple! It has great documentation! It has a bunch of plugins and UI stuff and assets for you to buy! It can be used even if you have LITERALLY no programming experience! (You'll just need to read the doc a bunch) You can also port your game to a BUNCH of consoles! ✨Cons: None really <3 Some games to look at: Doki Doki Literature Club, Bad End Theater, Butterfly Soup

Twine: Great for text-based games! GREAT FOR WRITERS WHO DONT WANNA DRAW!!!!!!!!! (but you can draw if you want) ✨Pros: It's free! It's simple! It's versatile! It has great documentation! It can be used even if you have LITERALLY no programming experience! (You'll just need to read the doc a bunch) ✨Cons: You can add pictures, but it's a pain. Some games to look at: The Uncle Who Works For Nintendo, Queers In love At The End of The World, Escape Velocity

Bitsy: Little topdown games! ✨Pros: It's free! It's simple! It's (somewhat) intuitive! It has great documentation! It can be used even if you have LITERALLY no programming experience! You can make everything in it, from text to sprites to code! Those games sure are small! ✨Cons: Those games sure are small. This is to make THE simplest game. Barely any animation for your sprites, can barely fit a line of text in there. But honestly, the restrictions are refreshing! Some games to look at: honestly I haven't played that many bitsy games because i am a fake gamer. The picture above is from Under A Star Called Sun though and that looks so pretty

RPGMaker: To make RPGs! LIKE ME!!!!! NOTE: I recommend getting the latest version if you can, but all have their pros and cons. You can get a better idea by looking at this post. ✨Pros: Literally everything you need to make an RPG. Has a tutorial inside the software itself that will teach you the basics. Pretty simple to understand, even if you have no coding experience! Also I made a post helping you out with RPGMaker right here! ✨Cons: Some stuff can be hard to figure out. Also, the latest version is expensive. Get it on sale! Some games to look at: Yume Nikki, Hylics, In Stars and Time (hehe. I made it)

engine.lol: collage worlds! it is relatively new so I don't know much about it, but it seems fascinating. picture is from Garden! NOTE: There's a bunch of smaller engines to find out there. Just yesterday I found out there's an Idle Game Maker made by the Cookie Clicker creator. Isn't life wonderful?

✨more advice under the cut. this is Long ok✨

ENGINES I KNOW NOTHING ABOUT AND THEY SEEM HARD BUT ALSO GIVE IT A TRY I GUESS!!!! :

Unity and Unreal: I don't know anything about those! That looks hard to learn! But indie devs use them! It seems expensive! Follow your dreams though! Don't ask me how!

GameMaker: Wuh I just don't know anything about it either! I just know it's now free if your game is non-commercial (aka, you're not selling it), and Undertale was made on it! It seems good! You probably need some coding experience though!!!

Godot: Man I know even less about this one. Heard good things though!

BUNCHA RANDOM ADVICE!!!!

-Make something small first! Try making simple: a character is in a room, and exits the room. The character can look around, decide to take an item with them, can leave, and maybe the door is locked and you have to find the key. Figuring out how to code something like that, whether it is as a fully text-based game or as an RPGMaker map, should be a good start to figure out how your software of choice works!

-After that, if you have an idea, try first to make the simplest version of that idea. For my timeloop RPG, my simplest version was two rooms: first room you can walk in, second room with the King, where a cutscene automatically plays and the battle starts, you immediately die, and loop back to the first room, with the text from this point on reflecting this change. I think I also added a loop counter. This helped me figure out the most important thing: Can This Game Be Made? After that, the rest is just fun stuff. So if you want to make a dating sim, try and figure out how to add choices, and how to have affection points go up and down depending on your choices! If you want to make a platformer, figure out how to make your character move and jump and how to create a simple level! If you just want to make a kinetic visual novel with no choices, figure out how to add text, and how to add portraits! You'll be surprised at how powerful you'll feel after having figured even those simple things out.

-If you have a programming problem or just get confused, never underestimate the power of asking Google! You most likely won't be the only person asking this question, and you will learn some useful tips! If you are powerful enough, you can even… Ask people??? On forums??? Not me though.

-Yeah I know you probably want to make Your Big Idea RIGHT NOW but please. Make a smaller prototype first. You need to get that experience. Trust me.

-If you are not a womanthing of many skills like me, you might realize you need help. Maybe you need an artist, or a programmer. So! Game jams on itch.io are a great way to get to work and meet other game devs that have different strengths! Or ask around! Maybe your artist friend secretly always wanted to draw for a game. Ask! Collaborate! Have fun!!!

I hope that was useful! If it was. Maybe. You'd like to buy me a coffee. Or maybe you could check out my comics and games. Or just my new critically acclaimed game In Stars and Time. If you want. Ok bye

[great-and-small]

You know what I hate about the internet? Sometimes people will just lazily slap a “citation” on an infographic and trust that they’ll be completely taken at their word and nobody is going to dig deeper. And it works all the time. As an example, please look at this photo someone posted to dispute my assertion that garlic can be toxic to dogs.

Okay well, kind of a pain to manually type in that link but obviously I am going to look into this study that is confident enough to recommend people feeding their dogs garlic. So here’s the article, kind of a weird journal choice for this graphic to reference from but looks like a legit (though 20 year old) study

Funny thing is, almost immediately this article acknowledges that garlic can indeed be toxic to dogs. The health benefits mentioned in the graphic are referring to human health, not canine. This section is literally in the introduction of the article and one of the first things you read. Emphasis here is mine.

Crazy to me that someone would imply that this article encourages giving dogs garlic when it in fact immediately asserts that doing so has the potential to cause hemolytic anemia. The article does explore the anti-thrombotic effects of garlic components in dogs and humans, but by no means does it say that “contrary to misconceptions garlic is safe for pets”. It is dishonest to assert this in an infographic. However the creator of the image correctly assumed nobody would check, because the person who posted it took it as fact without further investigation.

I am begging you to be skeptical. Check your sources. Check their sources. Check my sources. Learn how to dig deeper and exercise that muscle as much as you can, especially on the internet. You will be absolutely shocked how much misinformation is casually stated and received as pure fact.

[animentality]

fanfiction can be better than the source material because the source material is almost always this carefully planned marketing strategy, full of meticulously calculated editor choices and alterations of the creator's vision made to keep investors happy.

but fanfiction is the work of a deranged freak who's overly passionate and wrote it out of nothing but pure love.

or pure hate.

or pure lust.

but either way. it's something pure.

something fascinating. with endless potential. and you'll never ever see a compromise on the artist's vision. fanfiction is the totality of someone's freak.

and I love it for that reason.

[headmate-ideas]

Peeks in

Creators choice? I love doing creators choice it’s so interesting

I am an adult (20) so you’re welcome to include adult centred things if you would like to

[This template contains adult themes! Minors DNI!]

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✦ Name(s): Yelzdrin, Oro, Johann ✦ Pronouns: he/him, it/its, x/xs/xself, ix/ixs/ixself, li/lir/lirs/lirself, star/stars/starself ✦ Species: Void Incubus ✦ Age: ageless adult ✦ Role(s): kink headmate, relationship manager, spiritual headmate, BPD holder, anger holder, addiction holder, anxiety holder ✦ Labels: agender, pellic, solarian, transmasc, torenamoric, daroric, kenochoric ✦ Xenos: meat, shadows, kink ✦ Interests/likes: slasher movies, coffee, pet care ✦ Dislikes: canceling plans ✦ Music taste: doom metal, industrial metal, prog metal ✦ Aesthetic(s): devilcore, glowcore, horror aesthetic ✦ Objectum attraction(s): knives ✦ Kins: lions, rats, stars ✦ Emoji proxy: ⛓️🐈‍⬛ ✦ Details:

Yelzdrin is a Void Incubus who holds the system's non-sexual kinks, particularly ones that involve interpersonal dynamics (as opposed to kinks that can be fully done on one's own). He is also a holder for the system's spiritual practice of worshipping Bast, Hathor, and Sekhmet from the Egyptian patheon under a view that holds them as aspects of each other. It helps manage the system's relationships, both external and internal. Yelzdrin has BPD, including anger and addiction, and he does not always manage these symptoms well. He also experiences a lot of separation anxiety when the system's DP is away. He has no social inhibitions and is comfortable sharing any information, which is not always a good thing, but it can help the system reach out when they're having trouble meeting new people.

[These can be edited and changed as needed, and headmates will almost definitely not turn out EXACTLY as described.]

[kara-akaane]

Like the Jedi (their enemy) get a name taking directly from what they call themselves (jetti) but their ally is just ‘not enemy’???

Especially with the prefix ‘Dar’ often having such negative implications! (a la dar’manda and dar’buir) like I feel like there’s sooo much that could be said about the sith being ‘dar’jetii’.

Like why is it not derived from the Sith’s name for themselves from the sith language??? If they were really allies for so long you’d think they’d take cultural/linguistic influences from each other. Like why name your ally something that means ‘ formerly/betrayer of enemy group’????

You know part of me is like constantly thinking about the implications of Mandalorians supposedly having a long history of allying with the Sith and yet mando’a not having a unique word for them, instead just literally saying ‘not Jedi’

[2neaky]

.⟡ ֺ 𝘏𝘰𝘸 𝘔𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘔𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘊𝘢𝘯 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦? 𓂂 ˚.

Part 1

MDNI (seriously) -> dom/sub dynamics, m*sturbation (male), edg*ng, denied/controlled *rgasm(s), minor feet pl*y, p in v s*x, dubious consent, technically forced penetration, rough s*x, mindless f*cking, cr*ampie, talking through it, male sub, female softdom, unnamed female character, descriptive language, use of nicknames (baby, Mama, & Papa)

He’s trying to stay on the right path. Be good for her while she’s gone.

Just before she left, she squeezed a couple more drops out of him. Right in the middle of their kitchen, on her knees, before him.

At the time, only about thirty minutes separated then and the first time she used him, back in the bedroom. Between then, he was sure he could recover. But that last session, before her departure, knocked him off his game. 

It’s been almost forty minutes since she left. It still hasn’t gone down.

He’s tried distractions: making a snack, watching a show, checking his socials. No distraction was distracting enough.

Because no matter what he does, she’s at the back of his mind. She’s always at the back of his mind.

Sunken into the couch, he stares down at his phone, watching her Instagram story. 

She’s at one of those influencer events. It’s far from her first one, the life of a content creator and all.

Her hair pulled back shows off her beautiful face, and how amazing she did her makeup. She’s so good at doing it. It makes him proud that she’s able to get paid off of doing something she loves. 

God, he’s so proud of her.

She’s all dressed up, too. In his humble opinion, this is her best look. It tops every one she’s ever done (but, that’s what he says about every new outfit she puts together). 

A black, lace-y jumpsuit from Outcast is her choice of outfit. It shows off too much, and not enough at the same time.

The top squeezes her boobs together so nicely. She used her favorite body oil tonight—the scent wafts off of her when she’s near—causing the nearest light source to bounce off of her supple skin. 

And her ass—watching her leave was the best and worst thing to see. Her body had him by the throat with every step she took.

For a while, after she left, all he could think about was the last time they had sex; how she had him keep still while she fucked him, reverse cowgirl. Just making him take it.

He wasn’t mad about that at all.

He had perfect memory of the way her ass clapped over him while her pussy swallowed every inch. 

Sensation and sight alike made him feel like he was losing his grip on reality. And even then, he knew he couldn’t finish that way. He had to see her face.

That beautiful face that was just below him almost an hour ago, coaxing a few more drops out of him. All for her lips to shine. He could’ve finished right then and there—busted all over her face, ruin her perfect makeup. 

But he couldn’t do that to her. She wouldn’t allow it. That was the only thing stopping him.

Speaking of allowing … she’s not home. Who’s going to stop him now that she’s gone?

He stares at his phone, thumb holding down on the screen so as to not let the story post end. It’s only her in the Uber ride. The flash bounces off of her beat face, highlighting her lips.

Her glossy lips.

So pretty, he thinks to himself.

The gentle pass of his hand over his front makes his breath hitch. He starts the post over from the beginning.

As he watches, he wipes his hand down his front again, the heel of his palm pressing just a little bit harder.

His grasp on the phone grows shakier by the second. Gentle passes turn into more as he feels on his dick through the thin sweats.

The friction is just what he needed, and it’s making him dumb. His eyes threaten to roll back until the whites of them are all that show.

His lips part, mouth open wide enough for any sound to slip through. He swallows thickly, pushing himself up higher on the couch. 

When his hips stutter or his stomach dips inward out of sensitivity, he keeps going. His heart is beating so fast, he can hardly hear.

What if she comes home soon? What if she walks in on him getting off?

It wouldn’t be the first time. But, it’ll be different. She might get mad, think that he’s trying to finish in secret. Then she’ll give him a real punishment.

Probably deny him of a release for even longer. She might even make him wear the ring. Or … she’ll do what she’s been plotting to do for a while now: sounding—

He twitches in his pants, head falling back against the couch cushions. He squeezes himself harder.

“Mmh—”

Picking his head up, he sees the small wet spot in his sweats. 

“Shit—” He sits up straighter.

He didn’t finish … but he was close. Too close.

Weakly, he pulls himself together. Pocketing his phone and fixing his pants, he makes his way to their bedroom.

Their bed is where he takes his new spot. Without another thought, he tugs his pants down. A wave of relief crashes over him as he finally frees his dick.

The cool air kisses his skin, making him hiss softly. His lower lip is caught between his teeth and he looks down at his “problem” in contemplation.

He’s not even sure what to do. It’s not like he’s trying to actually finish. He just … wants a little bit of relief. He won’t let it get too far, of course not.

But, he’s already so sensitive. 

In the pocket of his sweats, his phone buzzes with a message, cutting his train of thought short. It makes him freeze. Blinking out of his daze, he rushes to pull it from his pocket.

❤️ — I miss you

It’s her, he knew it. 

The message almost makes him breathless. With a quick swallow, he collects himself before typing back.

However, before he can send a message, he receives one instead. It’s an image of her posing in the venue’s bathroom. She’s so fucking cute, so pretty. Her smile is big and joyful, like she’s truly having fun.

And he’s glad, really.

But … he hates that he has to ruin this innocent moment. Because, unfortunately, her joy only turns him on.

You — I miss you so much

You — You’re so pretty

❤️ — Ty Papa <33

There’s the faintest smile on his lips as he stares at her replies. While doing so, his other hand busies itself, rubbing up and down his thigh. 

A message bubble with bouncing ellipses appears on her side of their chat. It doesn’t for stay too long. 

You — I miss you so much

↳ ❤️ — How much do you miss me?

His chest fills with air as he prepares to make a deep sigh. God, why is she doing this to him?

❤️ — How much do you miss me?

↳ You — A lot

You — Thinking abt you since you left

He looks straight past his phone at his dick. It’s heavy against his thigh, pulsing against the warm skin. He wets his lips and looks back at the phone, just in time for another message to come through. 

You — A lot

↳ ❤️ — Show me

He could moan out. She knows him too well.

His hand slides around the underside of his dick. He tries not to squeeze too hard. 

Before getting with his girlfriend, he’s never been too eager to take nudes. Of course, he’s snapped a couple before, but those were an in-the-moment kind of thing. Not much thought was put into them.

However, since being with her, he’s taken more than enough pictures, videos, and audio messages to last a lifetime. 

It’s caused him to pay a bit more attention to the details of things. For instance, the angles he chooses and the lighting. It has to be perfect, damn near artistic—the way she likes it. 

So, when he snaps the photo and sends it, he expects nothing but praise from her. He awaits her response with bated breath. Three dots appear on his screen. 

You — [Attachment] 

↳❤️ — I should be the one calling you pretty

❤️ — Hope you’ve been following the rules

You — Yes

You — I always listen to you

He knows she’ll like that one. As much as she likes to believe that she can read him so well, that she can push his buttons so easily, he can do the same. They’ve been together for too long, now.

The dots disappear and reappear about twice. She’s thinking.

He tries to stifle a smile.

❤️ — So touch yourself

❤️ — I wanna hear it too

Does this woman know how much he loves her? 

He doesn’t think twice about opening his camera.

The soft, warm light of her vanity gives the video perfect lighting. Not too dark or too bright.

At first he only shows himself off, giving her a good view of his dick. After a couple of seconds, his hand slips away.

Without being held up, he’s hangs heavy, too hard to stand freely. Just a little, he makes it slowly bounce for the camera.

He wraps his hand back around it, pulls a shaky exchange from him. She’d have to have the volume all the way up to hear that. The slow pumps start as he drags a loose fist over himself.

“Mmh … Missed you, Mama,” he breathes out.

His eyes fall closed. That picture she sent is clear in his mind.

“You look so good tonight.” A soft groan was interlaced with his words.

His fist tightens as his strokes get harder.

“So pretty … Wish you stayed home with me—“

Thick droplets of precum dribble down his length. They don’t get to linger, as he rubs it into his skin. The creamy sound it makes is surely picked up by his phone’s mic. 

In the camera, his skin is shiny and smooth. The light sheen over it highlights every vein that lines his dick.

“F-fuck,” he whispers with a shiver, eyes barely rolling back. “Shit, I just …” He sniffs. “Just wanna … wanna f-finish in you—“

He stops abruptly to grip himself at the base. His balls jump and his dick twitches as he stops himself before a big orgasm.

“Fuck … augh—fuck,” he pants. Lazily, he slaps his dick, watching it bob stiffly. “Tell me … just tell me you want me to cum.”

He holds himself at the base again, feeling a strong pulse. He can barely keep his head up or his eyes open.

“Tell me … please, baby.”

He’s breathing heavy behind that camera. After he had practically begged for her, he cuts the video off and sends it without another thought.

As he waits for her response, he throws his phone down. He tosses an arm over his eyes, shutting out any light as he tries to calm his racing heart.

His phone buzzes only a minute after.

❤️ — My poor baby💔

❤️ — I think you need the ring 

❤️ — That was too close

He groans out, though he can’t pretend that the idea of it doesn’t make his dick twitch.

❤️ — I think you need the ring 

↳ You — I need you .

He stares at the screen for minutes. Her bubble doesn’t even appear in the chat. The longer he waits, the more disappointment creeps into his heart.

What’s taking her so long?

He wants to groan, whine—double text, even. As he picks up his phone to do so, it buzzes with one last message.

You — I need you . 

↳❤️ — I’ll be home soon

The sound of the door closing is what wakes him up. Lazily he pulls himself out of bed.

The soft clatter of movement in the kitchen teases his ears as he heads towards it. He rubs one of his eyes, shaking himself of sleep.

Pulling his hand away, he finally sees her—the light of his life—at the kitchen island. She must’ve just put down her bags on the counter. She’s half bent over, reaching down for something.

“Hey, baby.” Fatigue is laced with her smile. “I didn’t wake you, did I?”

He hums, lids still heavy. “A lil’ bit, yeah. S’cool, though. I was waiting on you.”

“Awe,” she chuckles.

Though, her smile falls shortly after as she blows out a sigh, giving up to stand straight. Both her hands brace the countertop.

“Could you help me take these off?”

She kicks out a leg from behind the island so he can see her heel-clad foot.

He nods. Pushing forward, he moves to the island as she rounds it herself. Just when they meet each other halfway, she throws her arms around his shoulders and pushes up onto her tippy-toes.

He meets her halfway for three-quick smooches, both of them too tired to do anything more than that.

“Missed you,” he mumbles against her lips.

“Mmh, missed you, too,” she smiles.

Finally, she pulls away to sit at the first bar stool in the row. 

“How was the party?” He stands before her, picking up one of her legs.

“It was fun,” she says simply, watching as he holds her gently by the ankle to unbuckle the strap of her heel.

“Yeah?” He’s focused, his big hands unloosing the skinny, delicate material.

“Mhm … but, I wish you were there with me.”

He glances up just to see the playful pout on her lips. He does a half-hearted laugh. “You didn’t invite me.”

Not too long after does he get her shoe off.

“I know, it was no plus-ones allowed.”

He begins to massage the soft, reddened sole of her foot.

“Feels so good,” she groans as he presses his thumb right between the junction of her big toe and the others.

“They give you anything?”

“Yeah, um—“ she hisses, almost pulling her leg back after he had pushed his thumb too deep. It felt so good it almost caught her off guard.

“My bad,” he frowns, voice soft with regret.

But the sound she had made stirred something within him, even through his fatigue.

She gives him an understanding smile. “They gave me some perfume and … m-makeup.” 

The hitch in her breath and the way her face twitches gives him something to live for.

“Show it to me later?”

She nods as he carefully places her leg down to pick up the other foot.

This time when he takes off her shoe, he’s quieter. He pays the thud of her heel against the ground, no mind. He isn’t so quick to massage her foot, either.

Holding it, he takes the time to notice the fine details of it. Like the faint indents the straps made in her skin, and the square-shaped acrylic on her toes. 

The nails are decorated in gemmed French tips, rhinestones glistening underneath the kitchen light. They’re so pretty. He’s always loved how she keeps them done.

This time, when he massages her foot, he’s sure to take his time. He kneads the muscles with care, caressing the back of her foot as he does so.

All the while, she takes in his silence. It’s obvious that he’s focused on the task at hand, too focused. And very likely for his own reasons, too.

Chewing at her bottom lip, she uses her other foot to rub the inner-calf of his left leg.

“What’d you do while I was gone?”

A quick glance at her face is enough to catch the phantom smirk on her lips. He recenters his focus back on her foot, kneading a particularly tough spot.

“Oh—“ 

The tiniest moan slips out of her mouth.

“Y’know what I was doing.”

When she finally looks up, his gaze has her nailed to the seat. She swallows, remaining silent.

He looks back down at her foot and gently raises it to his lips, pressing a kiss to the soft sole. Gently, he puts her foot back down.

“M’done,” he mumbles, looking elsewhere as he weakly adjusts his pants.

Outstretching her arms wide, she wears her best puppy-dog eyes. “Take me to bed?” 

Without an answer, he gently grabs at her thighs, pulling her off the stool and picking her up. Immediately, she wraps her legs around him and throws her arms over his shoulders.

With an ease that has much more of an effect on her than it should, he hoists her up higher on his body. Their noses almost brush as he bounces her. Her lips are parted and her eyes are low as she focuses on his face only.

As he holds her, right above his waist, all he can think about is slamming her down on his dick. It’ll be so easy. If only she’d let him.

God, she doesn’t know what she does to him. She just doesn’t know.

His lower stomach swoops as he stares up into her low eyes. They practically suck him in, consuming all of his attention—he doesn’t even notice the tiny smirk on her lips.

Or maybe she does.

“Bed, Kenny,” she reminds.

He stalls, eyes flicking between hers. And then his senses come back to him and he’s shuffling towards the bedroom. His hands slowly make their way from the underside of her thighs to her ass, gripping soft fat. 

When they finally reach, he rests her gently on the messy sheets, earning a sigh straight from her lips.

She turns onto her stomach. “So glad—to be home,” she stretches, raising her ass as the arch in her back deepens. It’s a smooth, downward slope into to her shoulders. The way her ass spreads, stretching out the lace is just too good of a sight.

She moves slow, like the pull of a bow. Though, the arrow is released quick, and her body collapses like a bag of bricks into the sheets. The soft impact makes the fat of her ass jiggle slightly, and of course he stares.

“Just undress me,” he hears her say, her small chuckle is muffled by her folded arms.

Her legs hang over the edge of the bed, and she makes no attempt to correct herself. And refusing to ruin her peace, he simply moves over them.

A single knee digs into the mattress beside her hip while his next foot remains planted on the hardwood flooring. With a strong arm, he holds himself above her body, hovering as he reaches for the zipper at the top of her back.

Carefully, he plucks up the black metal and drags it down. The back of her jumpsuit is pulled open, parting further and further and the zipper reaches closer to the end of its track.

The smooth, shiny skin of her back is bared to him. With the inked flowers decorating the dark skin and the blur of leftover sleep still in his eyes, he has to concentrate to find the shallow ditches of skin right above her ass.

“Mmh—you’re so good t’me, Kenji.” She turns her head, the bottom half of her face still obscured by her arms. But, those siren eyes leer at him, batting at him with luxurious lashes.

He swallows, feeling just a bit of control slipping from him.

In an attempt to reel it back in, he pulls back to stand up, his knee still implanted in the mattress and effectively leaving his leg straddling one of her sides.

Blowing out, she slowly turns her body. Lying on her back, she peers up at him, seemingly oblivious to the way her boobs spill out of the suit now that it’s unzipped and loose.

His eyes immediately fall to her nipples. He’s got no shame about it. He’s dying to get one in his mouth.

“Pull it off,” she says gently.

His hands shake when they pull the lacey garment down her top half. When he gets to her legs, he finds himself gravitating closer to her body. 

That body oil she used earlier wafts off of her as he reveals more of her skin. The material stretches wide around her hips. His face is close to the triangle of skin her panties hide. He pauses, glancing up to see her staring back at him, watching closely.

He licks at his drying lips and continues.

When the jumpsuit is finally off, he throws it down on the floor somewhere behind him. It’s none of his concern anymore.

“Thank you, Kenji.”

He thinks she going to ask him to take her underwear off next. It’s something she’d do. And he’s waiting on it. Silently begging her for it.

She can tell by his demeanor. His body is tightly coiled, waiting for the chance to spring into action.

So she makes him wait, just a little bit. 

His hands press into the sides of his legs, desperate to keep busy. A tiny breath of amusement leaves through her nose.

“You want me to take it off?”

She actually smiles, almost laughing.

“Sure.”

Slowly, she lifts her knees to her chest and he’s moving without hesitation.

The thin fabric is rolled down her hips, up her thighs, and down her calves. When he discards of that too, her legs remain bent, toes pointed on their own accord.

He doesn’t look anywhere else but the plump set of lips squeezed between fat thighs. The pressure pushes her labia out, and he’s never been more entranced.

Without thinking, his hands land on the underside of her thighs. Fingers spread, feeling against smooth, supple skin. He pushes his hands up and up until they hook underneath her knees. He parts her legs. 

Her pussy opens up like a flower to show off a heated pink center. The prettiest flower he’s ever seen, a deep brown on the outside.

“Ken,” she says affectionately.

He blinks slowly. It’s a fight against himself to tear his eyes away from her cunt to look into her eyes. A fight he loses.

“Huh?”

“My clothes,” she reminds.

“A-ahuh…”

He’s still looking, seeing how her pussy winks back at him.

“Kenny…”

He pushes her legs further apart. Another clench. Her clit just barely pokes out from under its hood, waiting for his tongue to drop on its head.

His hips get closer to her. He licks his lips again.

“Kenji.”

Her tone tears his attention away from between her legs. He finally looks her in the eyes.

“You’re just gonna leave me like this?” Her voice is softer now, like she isn’t really all that concerned with such a fate. 

“My bad…” His eyes slowly sink right back to their previous spot. “M’sorry,” he mumbles, not even hearing himself.

“You hungry?”

It takes him a second to catch the joke. But he doesn’t smile, he doesn’t even laugh.

“A little.”

His hands grip the undersides of her knees just a bit tighter. She clenches just from the action.

Her eyes leave his face falling to the real star of the show: the outline of his dick through the pants. It’s too big to be ignored.

And she finds herself regretting this challenge again. Tired isn’t even the word, but she can’t lie, tired sex sounds really good right now.

Maybe they don’t have to really do it. She trusts herself not to mess up, just as long as she keeps him in line.

“Take it out.”

“Mh—what?”

“Take it out.”

He looks into her eyes, her words finally getting through to him. She sees the sobering look pass over his face.

“Don’t make me say it again.”

He snatches a hand out from under her knee to wrestle the hem of his sweats down his hips and thighs.

It’s almost like she watches it happen in slow-motion—how his dick bounces as it’s freed from its cloth-prison. So thick and heavy, it hangs between his legs. 

She almost moans when he grabs himself, doing a weak drag of his fist over it. 

His eyes are on his target. His heart is beating out of his chest with the thought of plunging headfirst into her oasis. It’s been so long, too long.

He shivers, squeezing the tip.

“I don’t want it.”

His gaze cuts to her face. It almost hurt her to lie like that. She had to keep strong.

“Just wanna feel you.” She can see the frustration in the twitch of his brows. But he keeps quiet. “Just don’t put it in.”

Whatever tension was visible on his face seems to melt away.

Dragging her closer, his body lights afire. Her ass is pressed to the front of his thighs. He’s dizzy as he takes himself in hand, giving one last tug before laying his dick against her.

He exhales with relief. She’s so warm, he shivers again. And she can feel his pulse against her clit. Her pussy flutters. He’s so heavy against her, a weight she’s missed. She aches to feel it inside of her.

He does a slow drag of his fist down his length, stopping just before the head. Then, he lifts it, not too far. 

She gasps softly with the light taps against her clit. Her legs twitch. But he leans more weight onto his arm, pushing her leg further back.

The taps get heavier, harder. The pudge of her pussy jiggles as he smacks her with his thickness.

A low hiss leaves him. “Ssshiiit…”

She swallows. “S-stop playing, Kenji.”

He does one last smack, particularly harder than the others. But, he keeps his hold on himself, pressing down as he does a slow, heavy glide through her lips.

Her hips stutter as he rolls over her clit. The entire length slides against her, all the way down to his balls. When he gets that far, he keeps his hips pressed to hers, watching how his dick lays against her tummy. 

Her belly button is hidden from view, and they’re both reminded of how deep he can get whenever he’s in it.

“I still can’t put it in?”

She shakes her head, eyes lower than before. Her chest is frozen as she stops breathing.

“Why?”

“‘Cause…”

“‘Cause what?” He’s staring intently at where they collide.

“‘Cause … I don’t want it.”

He licks his lips. “Mhm.”

He pulls his hips back and she feels like she can finally breathe again. 

“Hold me?” she asks.

He buffers for a moment before ultimately lowering himself. Once again, his dick slides tortuously against her lips as he presses his chest to hers.

Shorter arms fall around his neck and just as he had let go of her leg, both tighten around his waist. His hips are heavy against hers, pressing his dick between her lips.

“Mmh,” she moans out, eyes falling closed as she moves her hips against him.

He’s between her legs, weighing into her pussy and pressed against her stomach. It all leaves her dizzy. She almost tells him to put it in.

Almost.

She keeps her mouth shut…

Until he starts kissing on her neck. 

Her lips part as she starts gulping down air.

His hips starts to move in short, inch-by-inch strokes. They’re weak, but it’s enough for right now.

“K-Kenny—“ She gasps.

“C’mon, baby,” he says against her neck. His hands hook underneath her knees again, holding her open as his strokes get stronger and longer. “C’mon,” he whines. “Just the tip … please?”

She’s breathless as she shakes her head against him.

He kisses his teeth but doesn’t stop nor pull away. “You playin’ … you playin’ and you know it,” he rasps. “I won’t even move. C’mon, please?”

“N-no, Kenji.” Her voice waivers.

“Please, baby. Please—”

She gasps as his tip catches against her hole for the longest second of her life, teasing intrusion.

“Won’t move, I promise,” he moans in her neck. His hands grip her legs tighter. “Just want you to feel it … just the tip.”

His voice is breathy, full of desperation.

As he rests over her clit, he circles his hips and her back arches.

“Ohh, fuck,” she whines softly.

“Won’t even cum, just wanna feel you around me, baby … c’mon.”

His thoughtless babbling is running her crazy. She feels like she can’t breathe.

“Know it’s wet f’me. She misses me.” He drags his hips against her harder now. The collision of their hips is loud as he slams against her. 

She’s getting wetter, he can hear it. He can feel it.

“He misses you, too, baby,” he pants. “Misses you so … so bad—“

His hips freeze. He twitches against her. And she’s quiet as her wetness trickles against him.

“She’s leaking.” His voice is wrecked. “Lemme plug her.”

With a whimper, she shakes her head.

He lifts his head to look at her face. It’s clinched as she tries to hold back. He presses his lips to hers and she goes thoughtless as he kisses her all soft and slow. The soft smacks of their lips gets her wetter.

“Lemme give her what she wants,” he says against her lips. “C’mon.”

Her brain is mush, she can hardly see straight. And he takes advantage of her haze.

Twin gasps leave them, both melting into moans as his tip breaks past her lips and plunges into her walls.

“Ken—“

His hands leave from her legs. They pulls her arms from around his neck to push them onto the bed. He laces his fingers inbetween her own.

“S’good, right?”

She moans.

“Know you missed it,” he groans. His hips tremble as they hold back. “Missed all this dick…”

She flutters around him, desperate to pull more of him in. And she’s so tight, so wet.

“I-I’ma give it to her—“

A loud moan rips from her as he pushes all the way in, hard and sharp.

“K-Kenji!“

“I’m sorry, baby,” he pants. “M’sorry. Can’t stop myself. I can’t … can’t—“

He cuts himself off as he pulls out halfway, just to slide back in. His hands squeeze hers tighter as she tries to pull them away.

All of his weight he puts on her, trapping her beneath him as she drives his hips into her.

“M’sorry,” he moans out, not even pulling out at this point. He only ruts into her, knocking his dick against what feels like her cervix.

“K-ken!”

“Fuck, s’good … it’s s-so good!”

Mindlessly, he fucks into her, only chasing after his own pleasure. His eyes roll back into his head as he gets lost in the way she squeezes him so tight and floods around him.

“W-waaait—I—“

She’s creaming around him. Her pussy’s so sloppy, it squidges. 

“Don’t hold it,” he grunts, knocking into her harder. “Cum on my shit, cum on it, baby. S’yours! All yours…”

Her body trembles with overstimulation. But, he doesn’t stop, still rolling his hips. 

“Oh, fuck… Oh fuck!” His moans get louder as he feels his own orgasm approaching quickly.

Her body withers beneath his, only able to accept what’s being given to it. It overdoses on him, cream becomes squirt. She splashes around him, drowning him. 

And it triggers him; Ribbons of his cum splash against her cervix. All of the buildup from these last few weeks, he empties into her. And it’s so much, he feels like he’s going to pass out. She can only moan out as he fills her.

He’s pulsing in her and she’s clenching around him. They’re both lost in the throes of their orgasms.

Her limbs are heavy with fatigue (and the weight of his body against hers). It takes several minutes for them to return to a state of function.

When he finally pulls out, he watches his cum ooze from her stretched hole. And it just keeps going.

“Fuck,” he groans, so turned on by the sight of her filled with his release. It puts him in a trance, watching his nut decorate her pussy. 

When he can finally pull his attention away, he looks down at himself. His dick and inner thighs are full of their release.

“This shit so messy,” he says, still holding her open.

“Didn’t … listen,” she mumbles, weakly kicking at him.

“I know,” he pants. “I’ll take the punishment … I don’t care.” He swallows, his throat feeling dry.

She doesn’t say anything. Just as long as he knows.

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[felassan]

June 27th Game Informer article on DA:TV's character creator - cliff notes:

CC is expansive, robust, rich; BioWare's best yet. At its heart is inclusivity

BioWare used it to create most of the NPCs in the game, main chars like companions aside

When browsing through the presets, the game allows for more detailed looks at each

Pronoun choice is separate to gender identity choice

Different body types available

Before exiting CC Rook can be viewed in 4 different lighting scenes at any time, "including The Veilguard's keynote purple hue, a bright and sunny tropical day, and a gothic night". The team worked hard to quash the issues caused by the green lighting in DA:I's CC

Head and body presets can be selected individually and customized

40 different complexions including smooth, rugged, youthful, freckled

Skin hues range from cool to neutral to warm

Undertones to these skin tones

Melanin slider

BioWare engaged consultation to represent people authentically

Vitiligo slider (intensity and amount adjustable)

Sliders for forehead, brow, cheeks, jaw, chin, larynx and scalp

Selectable undergarments, with nudity

The "Body Morpher" involves "select[ing] three presets for each corner of a triangle and then mov[ing] a cursor within it to morph your body or head into a mix of these presets"

Adjust height, shoulder width, chest size, glute and bulge size, hip width, how bloodshot your eyes are, how visible cataracts are, the sclera color, how crooked your nose is, how big its bridge is, the size of nostrils and the nose tip

Many sliders for things like mouth and ears

On ears: you can adjust asymmetry, depth, rotation, earlobe size

For ears you can have cauliflower ear

The makeup blends modern stylings with the fantasy of DA. It has more than 30 options including eyeliner intensity, color, glitter, eye shadow, lips, and blush

Tattoos are a thing. Add them to Rook's face, body, arms, legs. Their intensity is adjustable

Tattoos are customizable

Scar options

Paint options

"Tattoos, scars, and paint are very culturally relevant to some lineages, BioWare tells me, with unique tattoos for elves, for example"

Hair options: a ton. Hair can be non-traditional colors. Hair is gorgeous. Frostbite uses the Strand system to render "each style fully with physics"

Select qunari Rook's horn type and material - more than 40 options available

4 voices. English masculine, English feminine, American masculine, American feminine. Each has a pitch slider

Mirror of Transformation in The Lighthouse allows you to change Rook's physical appearance at any time after initial CC. Class, lineage and identity cannot be however (as mentioned previously)

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[55sturn]

the sweetest consequence part 0.01: the realization

pairings: [ secret trope!] chris sturniolo x best friend!fem reader [ eventually but not really in this part ]

synopsis: in which chris receives a frustrated and glaringly disappointed call from his mother in the middle of the night, prompting him to take the next flight home, only to be met with the irreversible consequences of his actions.

disclaimers: the trope for chris will be revealed at the end of this blurb. angst. swearing. more detailed warnings to come.

THIRD PERSON POV

chris had a tendency to have a reoccurring impulsive streak any time he became stressed, frustrated, or when he fought with his brothers. but at any other given moment, he was calculated and prepared. he made sure to be smart about the things he did, given his career choice and the fact that he was constantly in the limelight as a rapidly growing content creator, even years after hitting his peak.

he tried to make good choices, to make smart ones, to be so sure that there was no way anything negative would come of something he did, especially in his romantic life. but he’s also known to be careless at times, especially if his ego and arrogance were at an all time high.

and for the last year, he felt that he had been doing a good job at keeping himself in check. but that changed the second the shrill and painfully reverberating ring of his phone woke him up at nearly two in the morning.

rolling over with a loud groan, chris blindly grabs for the source of the noise, aiming to decline the call when he blearily realizes who’s calling him. he’s quick to hit the answer button and place his phone to his ear,

“mom? it’s almost five in the morning there, what are do you doing up?” he croaks, his voice thick with sleep and worry, hoping that something hadn’t happened to either of his parents or trevor.

“i need you to come home on the earliest flight possible, christopher.” she demands, frustration and hysterical disappointment seeing through every word, causing chris to sit up, wracking his brain for every possible reason that could have her this upset. as he sits there contemplating every choice he’s made in the last five years, his mother is droning on, talking about how irresponsible and utterly idiotic he could be sometimes.

“alright, alright. ma, i’m on it. just me or all of us?” he cuts her off, wiping the sleep from his eyes as he climbs out of bed and walks to his desk, powering his computer on as he sighs.

“just you. you better not drag your brothers into this mess. i cannot believe you christopher owen.” she sighs, her voice cracking as the severity of the situation weighs down on her.

“i’ll be there tomorrow evening. i’m sorry for whatever i’ve done to upset you, ma and i love you.”

“i love you chris, i really do. but i wish you’d think about things a little more before rushing into them head-first.” and with that, she bids him goodnight and ends the call. leaving chris with nothing but confusion and panic creeping their way up his spine.

he’s quick to toss some clothes and the absolute essentials he knows he’ll need into a duffle bag and suitcase, texting both of his brothers that he needs to head back to boston to deal with something, letting them know he’ll update once he knows more himself.

as he lays back down in bed, hoping to get at least two more hours of rest before having to leave, he tosses and turns, unable to stop picking at every memory he can to figure out what the fuck he did.

as he touches down in boston after an almost six hour flight, he makes his way through the airport after grabbing his luggage, and booking an uber home. the ride to his parents place is deafeningly quiet, and it does little to ease his nerves, he’s sure he’ll wear a hole through the floormat in the backseat of the uber with how much his legs are bouncing.

upon arriving, his nerves are completely shot and he doesn’t know what he’s about to step into, but with a deep breath and a quiet thanks to the driver, he’s making his way up the driveway, and through the gate toward the entrance of the house. and he feels like he’s moving on autopilot.

as he opens the door to his childhood home, he’s met with the sound of a baby babbling away and his mother cooing at her, and the sound is enough to make his blood run cold.

with quick determination, he climbs the stairs and steps foot into the kitchen, and he’s met with a sight he hadn’t expected for at least another ten years. his mother talking his child. and there’s not a single doubt in his mind that the child sitting on the island while his mother holds her still is his. he knows for sure. and he knows who her mother is. and as mary-lou makes eye contact with her youngest son, all that can be heard is a quiet,

“oh fuck.”

STAR’S CORNER star stop making new mini au’s and finish the ones that have existed for almost a year already challenge!! but i texted @mattscoquette abt this and i knew based on her reaction i had to make it come to life. there will be more parts eventually.

anyway meet single dad!chris!

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[thesimstree]

The Sims Prom to Remember: Poses, Lots, Decor & Must-Have Mods

Graduation season is in full swing – ready to throw an unforgettable prom for your sims? If you've got high schoolers in your game, now's the perfect time to plan their big school celebration. This article has everything you might need: you'll find solutions whether you want to fix game quirks, add beautiful details, or just throw an awesome party without the hassle.

Let's start with some super useful mods.

Graduation Gown Recolor by buggy starship

Finally someone fixed that weird color choice by Sims 4 developers – now graduation gowns perfectly match the caps, without that awkward blue tint. If this mismatch bothered you too, this mod solves it, with separate versions available for male and female sims.

Seasonable School Events by @sonozakisisterssims4

This mod makes school events like prom and exams more rare and meaningful in The Sims 4. Instead of annoying you every week, they now happen once per season, and you can adjust the interval to match your gameplay pace (from 2 to 12 weeks). It also fixes the bug with weekly repeats – prom will actually be that long-awaited event, not just another calendar item.

Alternatively, you can install another mod from this creator that lets you schedule school events yourself.

No Prom Invites from Random Acquaintances by @sonozakisisterssims4

Only truly close sims will invite your graduates to prom: romantic partners need at least 30 relationship points, while friendly invites only come from best friends. Perfect for those wanting realistic relationships in-game!

No Prom Invite hurts only couples, besties and significant romance level sims by @sonozakisisterssims4

Finally realistic emotions! Now only those who truly matter to your sim will get offended: best friends, romantic partners. No more absurd hurt feelings from random acquaintances who can't even remember your graduate's name. Just install the mod and enjoy stress-free graduation!

No Random Formal At Graduation by @lysssimpatico

At last no more principal and teachers showing up to graduation in ridiculous random outfits! This mod forces all ceremony guests to appear in proper formal wear you've selected for them. Now graduation will look truly ceremonial, without clown costumes and absurd outfit combinations.

Prom Lasts Longer

A couple of mods that extend the duration of prom in The Sims 4, making the event more grand and memorable. Now there’ll be enough time for dancing, socializing, and traditional rituals like crowning the prom king and queen. Prom will become the full-fledged celebration it’s meant to be.

— Better and Longer Prom by Lorea (Plus Event Goals Bug Fix) — Longer Prom Timer by @bosseladytv

Two Prom Royalty Mod by @simsmodelsimmer

Now, prom won’t just crown one king/queen and a jester, it’ll crown two real kings and queens! This mod makes the game fairer – sims with high charisma, cheerleaders, or football players have a better shot at winning the crown. There are three versions to choose from: a base version with boosted odds for active sims, an EA-default version with original odds, and a special one for those using the Dynamic Teen Life mod (which factors in popularity and social status). No more humiliating jester hats, only deserving winners!

Side FX – Visual Effect Player by @ravasheencc

This set will add magic to your prom: twinkling lights, romantic glows, and other effects. It’s simple: 4 light sources + a control panel where you can toggle the lighting with a single button. See how it works in the video below.

Attended Prom New Milestone by Lorea

This mod adds a special milestone "Attended Prom" for teen sims who went to the school dance.

Now, let’s move on to a selection of pre-made lots that will help you organize the perfect prom for your sims.

First, take a look at the rebuilt Britechester University – its facade makes a stunning backdrop for traditional graduation photos in gowns with diplomas. For the official ceremony, a dedicated grand hall works perfectly. And once the formalities are over, the real fun can begin in one of several party venues featuring music, a dance floor, a buffet, and unique decor styles.

Nearly all of these lots were created without custom content (CC).

Britechester University by @limasims4 (NO CC)

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Copperdale Auditorium by EbiRimSim (NO CC)

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AUDITORIUM - Prom by @simproved (NO CC)

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White Swan Restaurant by nolcanol (NO CC)

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Prom Gymnasium by @alexisarielgaming (NO CC)

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PROM Dove Auditorium by melapples (CC)

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Copperdale Highschool Auditorium by Schnuck (NO CC)

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Auditorium Lot by @lesmana-enterprise-ltd (NO CC)

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Copperdale High School auditorium by @tapeiguanas (NO CC)

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Auditorium by @mallunch (NO CC)

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AUDITORIUM by Bidomaudo (NO CC)

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Decor, CC, Poses 

Want your prom to look truly well thought-out? We've gathered some cool custom content to help you create the perfect atmosphere. Beautiful poses will let you capture all the key moments – from romantic couple shots to the grand crowning of the prom queen. Decor options for every taste: classic garlands, elegant arches, and even trendy neon signs for modern parties.  

Special attention goes to decorative sims for photos – they won’t slow down your PC and don’t require posing. Plus, you’ll find stylish alternatives to the default crown and an adorable finishing touch – a graduation sash to complete the look.  

Prom Crown by @dissiasims

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Prom Queen Sash by @nordica-sims

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Neon Rainbow by @sims41ife

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Glass Rose Alphabet by @simbishy

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Decos Prom by @kardofe

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Celebration Stuff by PlatinumLuxeSims

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Graduation Decos – Deco Sims by @starrysimsie and @lemontrait

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Prom night party deco sims by @lazysimmies

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On Engagement Bait

Whenever you see it, that's an additional five years. All currently active negative effects are dispelled.

A lil' essay.

I hate engagement bait - with a passion.

"Reblog if you care" "Reblog to mark your blog safe for [marginalized group X]" "Reblog or your mom dies in her sleep tonight."

"Reblog, or else."

I know most of these are made in jest. Harmless fun, right? But to me, "harmless fun" doesn’t excuse poor taste. Especially when it veers into manipulation.

So, here's a little something below the cut. If you're here for the poetry, you're free to scroll. If you're here for the ramblings, keep reading.

Either way, have another look at the duck. That's another 5 years on the house. Download it, look at it whenever - stack that immunity to last a lifetime. No engagement bait shall ever touch you again.

That little ducky up there was born in response to a post about you not having any original thought for the next five years.... unless you reblog.

It was meant as silent defiance, as a soft out. Then @bred-is-a-dumb-name reblogged my little ducky. With the following tags:

First and foremost: Thank you for speaking so clearly. Your tags were the push I needed to sit down and write this.

I. The Premise

Engagement bait plays with a simple human desire. Recognition. People want to be seen, they want to be recognized. Above all, they want to be validated.

From the early days of social media 'likes' equaled validation.

On tumblr, the currency of choice is reblogs. Reblogging equips a post with wings, allowing it to touch down on your own blog, be exposed to your own audience. The growth potential here is exponential, as reblogs don't just live tucked away in your profile, but are the groundwork of the tumblr algorithm on what content to show to its userbase.

My Thesis: You are responsible for the content you pass along to your mutuals. Even if you didn’t create it. Even if you reblogged it "ironically."

From the creator’s side, engagement bait is often a way to chase notes - a hit of serotonin from the numbers ticking up. And I get that. I love seeing my posts resonate too - reading your tags, your comments, the ways my words find you.

But I would never boost engagement through pain, coercion, or bad vibes in general. And I think no one should.

II. The Danger

Here's the catch: reblogging engagement bait feeds a manipulative feedback-loop.

But, at the same time, Let me be clear: Not all engagement bait is created equal.

Baity posts like "reblog to show your moots you appreciate them" (you know who you are! And I appreciate you too! c: ) are fine. Sure, they're meant to play the algorithm and the very human rationale that 'external validation is more valuable than internal validation' . basically: "If I reblog this post it'll mean more than if I just tell my moot they mean a lot to me".

At best, they're a reminder to be kind.

But - and this is the important part - there is also a different kind. Engagement bait like "Reblog or your mother will die tonight", "Reblog or no more creativity for 5 years".

These aren't funny to everyone. To some, they're not even neutral.

They're cruel. They are emotional abuse hidden under the guise of a 'funny context'. Of the absurdity of a duck holding that power.

Let's be real. It's not holding that power. And you'll reblog it ironically with funny tags in the vein of 'oh, better be sure, mighty duck'. Unless you don't.

Because guess what? It IS holding that power.

To those with OCD. To those in intrusive thought loops. To those with deeply rooted fear of loss. To the neurodivergent. Maybe even to you? To those, these posts can be triggers.

III. The Mechanics of Harm

To people like that, the harmless meme becomes a source of real-world stress.

It's toying with - to me - deeply problematic, psychological concepts:

Compulsion and Intrusive Thoughts For someone with intrusive thought patterns, seeing a post that ties inaction to harm can spark a cycle that’s hard to break. It’s not a meme - it’s a trigger.

Guilt-Tripping and Moral Coercion There’s a quiet cruelty to coercion wrapped in kindness. ‘Only good people will reblog’ is just a digital form of social blackmail.

False Urgency & Manufactured Stakes The moment a post tells you "do this now, or else" - it's bypassing your agency. It swaps thought for panic.

Neurodivergent Sensitivity to Harm Avoidance This isn’t about superstition. It’s about the fear of what happens if we don’t play along. That fear is real. Many neurodivergent folks have built entire internal systems around minimizing perceived danger. These posts poke at that. They exploit it.

The Illusion of Safety through Compliance Some users - especially those who’ve seen harm happen "coincidentally" after ignoring a chain post - develop ritualized engagement. It becomes a way to feel in control, even when logic says otherwise. Engagement bait can reignite old fears tied to punishment, loss, or abandonment. And I get it. These posts feel silly. But they sit in the mind like a splinter.

Yes, it's uncomfortable having it called out like this - and it should be. It's meant to be.

IV. Walk a mile in their shoes

I’m not writing this from a pulpit.

I’ve wrestled with compulsive thoughts and weird little rituals my whole life. So when I say this stuff can hurt, it’s not theoretical. It’s personal.

And I’m not here to scold. I’m just inviting you to zoom out. To consider that your reblog might have more impact than you intended.

V. Being Responsible

I try to bear responsibility for what I put out here. Tumblr is full of vulnerable, brilliant, open people. The way we talk to each other matters.

Don't get me wrong, sharing a joke is fun - But if you knew a joke would hurt your friend, you'd probably hold it back. The same logic applies here.

I'm not here to shame anyone - unless you’re making this kind of post in bad faith. If you’re knowingly feeding on people’s fears for notes? That’s not a joke. That’s cruelty. That, to me, is despicable.

All I wanted was to offer this, another point of view. And just maybe, if you’ve ever reblogged something like that without thinking, this helped you see it through a different lens.

Be nice to each other. Look out for each other.

We're all navigating this life for the first time, let's not make it any harder than it needs to be, okay?

Yours truly,

Poe

Just silently accept. The donkey will know.

[bewitched-hours]

https://www.tumblr.com/bewitched-hours/785457462606184448/okay-zo-hello-could-you-maybe-make-a-fic-about?source=share

Hii, zame anon here!! :33 could you maybe make another fic about thiz one:3? Like a zecond chapter or zomething (idk what to call it DX)

Alzo, if you don't wanna do it, feel free to ignore thiz!! No prezzure at all!!<3

Reminder to take care of yourzelf, drink water and eat!! Or I'll be in your ventz tonight!!

I'd love to but I'm gonna call you Zanon from now on

So, Zanon, enjoy yourself a part 2 to our lovely tale!

Like before, the reader's pronouns are they/them!

"Look, I know this is a lot to take in-"

"What did you expect to happen?!" You were irritated. How long was Shedletsky planning to hide 1x1's existence from you? How long did he expect this to work??

Shed knew he fucked up. He knew you wanted answers and although it was uncomfortable to him, he was willing to tell you everything.

Not like he had a choice-

"Is that why you were always relieved when we were up against other killers???" You asked in desperation, searching for answers you already had.

Shedletsky could only sit beside you on his bed, running his hand up and down your back in an effort to comfort you.

The other survivors were already told what happened and advised to let him handle this on his own.

"What- I was just- supposed to forgive and forget???"

"No- of course not! I just... Didn't know how to tell you without making you want to see her..."

"Of course I'd want to see my sibling! Family is supposed to love each other- You said that yourself!"

You were a mess...

But when Shedletsky was done explaining, he offered to let you talk with 1x1 next time he was in a round with you. That sounded reasonable enough in your mind.

And by plot convenience pure coincidence, that would be this very next round!

As planned, you were left as LMS with 1x1, who was menacingly staring up at you with a smirk.

"I can see it on your face... You know the truth now, don't you?" Her voice felt almost mocking, especially when you could only nod.

"And so opposites meet as family... even though we aren't connected through an even decent parent-"

"Shut up." Your voice was demanding again. 1x1 was definitely annoyed at how insistent you were on not letting anyone talk badly about your creator.

She just scoffed, trying not to kill you since he knew you wanted to talk.

"Why are you so insistent on killing papa?"

"I'm an embodiment of hatred, what do you think?"

"And yet I can feel other things than love..."

"Is that meant to mean anything to me?"

"No but you're acting childish."

"CHILDISH?!?!?!?! I'LL SHOW YOU CHILDISH-"

And you were back at the survivor cabin... The round ended before 1x1 could take a swing at you.

Although a relief, you still had many more questions and wanted to find a way to break through the hatred.

To show that what you embody isn't all you're meant to be.

But would 1x1 understand that?

Yeah, it was pretty short but I hope it was sufficient...

Anything you'd like to request/ask? Check out my pinned post first and I'll be happy to write up whatever you want!