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[venriliz]

hey I think that cottagecore home post is ai generated. idk if you mind but I know I thought it was sims for a hot second

oh i absolutely DO mind! i bet you meant this post right here. thank u for pointing it out, that's what i get for not looking closely enough, it's actually so obvious too. ugh v.v un-liked and deleted! thank u again MWAH! :]

[purplefangirl42]

Clonetober- Day 17

Prompt:“Don’t put that in your mouth!”/accidental child/shiny acquisition/Mandalorian AU

Prompt list by @ladysongmaster Divider by djarrex

Howzer stared out the window across from his bed, watching the rain fall in heavy torrents from the dark sky. He was supposed to be sleeping, they all were. He knew very well that he wasn’t the only one awake, even if Chip was pretending to be asleep.

“I know you’re awake,” Howzer said softly. 

“Of course I am,” came Chip’s reply. “How could anyone sleep with the racket outside our door?”

Howzer glanced over to where Sparx was loudly snoring on the bunk below Chip’s. Then again, Sparx could probably sleep through anything. That seemed to include the argument happening outside their barracks, which had been going on for at least 45 minutes at this point. Howzer had tried to ignore it at first and just go to sleep, but had been unsuccessful. 

“Do you think one of us should go out and see what’s going on?” he asked. 

“If they wanted us to be part of the conversation, they would include us,” Chip said. “I say we mind our own business and try to sleep.”

Howzer sighed and laid back down on his bunk to stare at the ceiling. The voices outside the door continued on, only slightly muffled by the layers between them and the room. He wondered if they knew the boys inside could hear them.

Is it really not minding your own business if the argument in question is about you?

The argument he had been listening to was between the squad’s trainers, Venri and Drael Arwani. Apparently Venri had learned something about the training they were expected to give them that she didn’t agree with and had been talking to her husband about it. He also didn’t seem too pleased with the information, but had been arguing that they had been hired to do a job and needed to do what they were paid for. 

Howzer had tuned out the actual words of their argument after the first ten minutes, letting their voices become a background noise. He knew some of the methods that had been used to train himself and his brothers had not been gentle ones. They were training to be soldiers, so why would they be? But, whatever Venri had learned seemed to be serious as she had been so passionately against it.

Howzer’s thoughts were interrupted by the sound of the door to the barracks whooshing open before closing again. He quickly closed his eyes and pretended to be asleep, hoping whoever was there would believe his act. Soft footsteps indicated the person had entered the room and was heading in his direction. The whispered voice at his side a few moments later caught him by surprise.

“Howzer? Are you awake?”

Howzer opened his eyes to see the small form of Binti, the Arwani’s daughter, standing beside his bunk. The faint glow coming from the emergency lighting above the door allowed him to get a shadowy glimpse of her features, which he could see were twisted in worry.

“What’s up?” he asked softly. “It’s the middle of the night, why are you here?”

“My parents…” she started before closing her mouth and looking back towards the door.

“They’ve been at that for quite a while now,” he said. “I’m sure they’ll quiet down soon.”

Binti turned back toward him, her bottom lip trapped between her teeth, her gaze avoiding his.

“I think they want to leave Kamino,” she whispered. “At least mom does. Dad thinks they should stay and do their job.”

“And what do you think?”

Binti looked up to meet his eyes and he could see the tears welling up in them.

“I don’t want to leave you guys,” she said shakily. “You’re my friends, and I don’t want to leave without you.” 

“If Venri has her way, you won’t have to,” Chip’s voice said from his bunk.

“What?” Howzer and Binti said in unison, a little too loudly. 

A quiet groan from the other set of bunks was heard before Flame sat up, his long brown curls sticking in every direction. He yawned and tiredly rubbed at his eyes before peering over the edge of his bunk.

“What’s going on?” he asked. 

“Venri wants to take us away from Kamino so we can grow up somewhere else,” Chip said. “She doesn’t like the plans they have in place for our training.”

“Just us?” Flame asked. “What about everyone else?”

Chip shrugged at his question and gestured towards the door.

“I was just listening to what they were saying. Wasn’t exactly around to ask questions.”

“Where would we go?” Howzer asked. 

“To live with Mandalorians,” Binti said. “My grandma was one, so dad would be welcomed as one too.”

“You can’t know that,” Chip cut in. “They would have to hide if they took us. They would be considered criminals.”

“As are most Mandalorians that still follow the warrior ways,” said a voice from the door.

All four of them snapped their heads in the direction of the voice to see Drael standing at the entrance to the room, light from the hallway silhouetting his form. Binti scrambled away from Howzer’s side to stand before her father.

“Are we going to leave?” she asked. 

“Yes. Go help your mother pack our things.”

Binti looked over her shoulder and met Howzer’s gaze. He gave her what he hoped was a reassuring smile before she did as her father instructed. Once the door closed behind her, Drael walked to the end of Howzer’s bunk.

“I don’t know how much of our discussion you heard, but Venri and I have come to an agreement,” he said. “We are going to leave Kamino and make our way to find a settlement of remnant Mandalorian warriors. We would like you boys to come with us, if you are willing.”

Howzer looked up to look at Chip and saw his usually serious expression contorted into one of inner conflict. He knew that the rules and order of things was important to his brother and the decision to run away from everything they had known would be a difficult one.

“Can we all discuss it privately?” Howzer asked. “Just the five of us?”

Drael nodded his head and turned to move back to the door.

“I’ll give you an hour and then return to see what decision you’ve come to.”

When he left the room, a quiet stillness settled over the occupants. The weight of the decision they needed to make was heavy on their minds. Howzer stood up from his bunk and moved to shake Sparx awake. His brother looked up at him with a bleary expression, confusion in his eyes.

“We have something important to talk about,” Howzer said. “It has an impact on our future.” 

“That sounds ominous,” Sparx said as he sat up. “It couldn’t wait until morning?”

“No,” Chip said as he climbed down from his bunk. “We need to deal with it now.”

“Deal with what now?” Pyro asked, having been woken by Flame.

Howzer moved to stand where he could see all of his squad, his gaze shifting from face to face.

“If we want to leave Kamino and become Mandalorians or stay here and go on to serve the Republic,” he said. “The Arwani’s are leaving and want to take us with them. We have an hour to make a decision.”

“So, do we want to have a life of adventure, but abandon our brothers?” Chip said. “Or do we stick to the path chosen for us? The one we were made for?”

A/N: Hope you enjoyed this! Please reblog, like, and comment! This will have a part 2 later in the month!

[otterknowbynow]

Gotcha Day (1/3)

The catalyst for Team Voltron adopting a dog might be an offhand demand from Lance, but let's be real: several of them are very much on board with this plan.

Written as part of Gentron Week 2020 as a combination of the prompts "Adopting a Pet Together" and "Cultural Exchange", in two three parts.

Part 2 Here | Part 3 Here | Also on ao3

“Listen, Kaltenecker needs a puppy friend,” Lance says one evening. Keith blinks and props himself up on his elbows from where he’s been lying on the couch. He turns his head toward where Lance is sitting on the floor, trying to remember if there was any context for this in previous conversation, but he doesn’t think so. All five paladins are in the lounge, which seems to be why Lance has brought it up, despite the fact that he and Pidge are currently deeply engaged in some kind of fighting game with tiny laser-blasting spaceships. If it were a bit more realistic, it might be good flight training for the lions, Keith thinks. 

“Does she?” asks Pidge, pressing a few buttons in such quick succession that Keith has no idea what they were. Glancing at the screen, he’s not sure what they did, either. 

“Of course she does,” Lance says, not looking up from the screen in front of him. His fingers still moving rapidly on the controller in his hands, he continues. “Who among us has experience with bovine needs? Me, I do. Who among us can read her body language and tell you what those needs are? Me, I can. Therefore, I can tell you: she needs a puppy friend.” 

“And this would have nothing to do with you wanting a puppy for yourself,” Keith says flatly, sitting up all the way now. This might be interesting. 

“Definitely not,” Lance agrees, sticking his tongue halfway out of his mouth and holding his controller to one side as his ship on the screen executes some kind of quick maneuver around Pidge’s. 

“I don’t think it’s a terrible idea,” Shiro says mildly from a couch across the way. He’s still looking down at whatever he’s been reading on his tablet. Keith isn’t sure if it’s the tone in Shiro’s voice that gives him away or if he’s just remembering all the times he heard Shiro talk about getting a dog back at the Garrison, but it sure seems like he thinks it’s a better idea than just not terrible. 

“You planning on raising this puppy yourself?” Pidge asks skeptically. 

“I’m planning on all of us raising this puppy together,” Lance says decisively, and apparently he’s equally decisive in-game, because there’s a trilling victory sound from the screen in front of them and Pidge’s shoulders drop before she hits a few buttons on her controller. 

“Rematch,” she says, and Lance nods. 

“I don’t know, raising a puppy is a lot of work,” says Hunk thoughtfully. It’s clear his mind is only half on this conversation, though, since he hasn’t looked away from the small white devices in front of him that he’s been working on for the better part of an hour. 

“Seems like you should talk to Coran,” says Shiro mildly. “Seems like he’d be best equipped to handle the situation.” 

“You don’t think I can handle one puppy?” Lance asks sharply, looking up from the screen for half a second just to direct a glare at Shiro. 

“Oh, handling the puppy won’t be the problem.” Shiro grins, and Keith huffs a small laugh to himself. 

“Of course it won’t,” says Lance irritably, this time still zipping his little ship around the screen, tongue out to one side again in concentration. “I can handle a puppy in my sleep -- I could handle puppies, plural, in my sleep.” Keith snorts at that, remembering a foster he had who raised a new puppy while he lived there.

“I’m pretty sure sleep loss is part of the deal,” he says before he can stop himself. Not that he would want to -- Lance can’t just be spouting inaccuracies when they’re talking about bringing in a whole-ass animal they’ll be responsible for. 

“It’s a figure of speech, pal.” He would probably be more irritated if he weren’t mid-game, but Pidge seems to be gaining the upper hand and all his focus is on that. Shiro clears his throat before continuing. 

“What I was saying is that Coran would know where we could go about finding a puppy out here -- in case you haven’t noticed, we’re not exactly in a position to visit the humane society or research a local breeder or anything. Coran could probably figure out where to go and give us some idea of what kind of, uh, dog we could really even hope of finding.” 

“That’s fair,” offers Hunk. “We don’t want to end up with some weird alien puppy without even any guidance from someone who’s, like, familiar with at least a reasonable variety of weird alien puppies.” 

“You got me there,” says Lance, and Keith is puzzled by the irritation in his tone until he realizes Lance is talking about his match with Pidge, who has dropped her controller and leaned back on her hands swinging her knees a little side to side and looking very pleased with herself. 

“I sure did,” she says, grinning. “Best two of three?” 

“Definitely.” Lance hasn’t even put his controller down, and waits for her to pick hers up again before apparently starting a rematch. “Anyway -- that makes sense, but as you all can see, I’m occupied, and can’t go ask him, so…?” He trails off, raising his eyebrows, even though he’s still looking determinedly at the screen instead of around at any of them. Keith snorts. 

“You expect someone to go running off to talk to him right now?” he asks derisively. Sometimes, it sure does seem like Lance thinks he runs the world. 

“Uh, I think someone is,” says Hunk, nodding toward the doorway, where Shiro is standing midstep, looking back at the rest of them with his eyebrows raised, as if he paused only when Keith spoke up. 

“Yeah, I’ve got this, guys,” he says. “It seems like I’m the best person to talk to him anyway, considering I’m the --” 

“-- fearless leader, space dad, you speak for the trees, et cetera, et cetera,” says Hunk, nodding as he turns back to his work. 

“Pretty sure I speak for the trees at this point,” Pidge puts in, fingers still moving quickly over her controls, eyes on the screen.

“I was going to say I’m the responsible adult, but fair enough,” Shiro says, shrugging, and turns back to walk out into the hall, presumably to find Coran. 

“Well, okay then,” Keith says softly, and lies down again, since apparently that’s settled. 

--

As they walk into the main hall of the recollection center, Keith has the creeping feeling he’s been here before. It takes him a moment to place it. The decor is different, for one thing: all sleek white couches and light blue accents. But as Coran leads them past several doors with large windows on either side and large signs written in glowing Altean script, it hits him that this place reminds him of the space mall where they found the replacement scaltrite lenses. 

“...it’s changed a bit, of course,” Coran is saying as they make their way down the corridor, navigating around small groups of various humanoid and non-humanoid creatures. Most of them are aliens Keith can’t identify, but he does see a few olkari families, and at one point someone who’s clearly a member of Slav’s species. “But the general principles are the same -- I got in touch with my Unilu contacts and they redirected me to the Venri contingent -- ever since the recollection center split off from the original swap moon, they’ve been in charge of running it here -- and they sent the new coordinates.” 

“So, what is this place exactly? Where are the dogs?” Lance asks, looking around as if puppies might start spilling out of the doorways around them at any moment. 

“It’s not just full of dogs, Lance,” Keith says, shaking his head. “Weren’t you listening when Coran went over all of this? Recollection as in they collect everything living that isn’t where it’s supposed to be and offer it up for trade, like -- like that space mall, apparently, but for things that are like...alive.” 

“Essentially, yes!” Coran says enthusiastically, gesturing around them at the whole of the space as they make their way toward the end of the row of storefronts. “Plants and fungi and animals of all sorts, from various corners of the universe, all collected here for redistribution! Apparently as the swap moon became more commercialized, they needed a space like this, one where some more...specialized shopkeepers could maintain living things. They also seem to have kept its location -- and its mere existence -- under wraps, which is especially good for us. We don’t exactly want to advertise to the empire that we’re active in any area they’re in.”

“If they’re trying to keep organisms alive from all sorts of different environments, they’ll need a lot of energy,” Shiro says. Keith glances over at him to see he’s stopped walking, frowning off into the middle distance. “And yet they’re keeping the place a secret? They must have a quintessence supply that’s off the charts.” 

“Oh, yes,” says Coran, his own step faltering as he turns to reply. “There’s a whole board of managers whose job it is to keep quintessence coming in and keep everything secret.” 

“It’s not that secret, though, if we found out where it is.” 

“I -- well, not everyone has the contacts I have!” Coran finishes with a smile, though Keith thinks there’s definitely something forced in his tone. “Besides, that’s why we’ve got the others back at the castle monitoring things from their end. We should be fine.” Shiro nods slowly, still frowning, and they start making their way toward the end of the corridor again. 

“Should be,” Keith mutters, following at the back of the group. The whole place feels a bit shiftier than it did before. 

--

“How exactly are we supposed to be setting up some kind of animal nursery when we don’t have any idea what kind of thing they’re going to be bringing back?” Hunk’s question echoes through the open air of the room Allura’s led them into. It’s bare, for the most part, easily the size of a small warehouse, with a ceiling just as high. Katie frowns -- that concern echoes the thoughts she’s been having ever since Coran suggested they prepare for the new arrival. Arrival of what? 

“Oh, well, there are things we’ll need no matter what!” Allura says brightly. “And if nothing else, we can start worrying about the basics -- they’ll need light, well, unless they end up with a cave-dweller, and food...unless it’s something that photosynthesizes, in which case we’re back at the light…” She trails off, frowning. “Well, we can start with decor, at least! Pick a color scheme!” Hunk is looking at her blankly, and Katie blinks, realizing she’s doing the same. Shakes it off. 

“We can work on putting together a system with adjustable outputs,” she offers, grinning at a relieved Allura. “It’ll be fun,” she continues, bumping against Hunk’s elbow with her shoulder. “Try to figure out what kind of nutrient combinations we can manage in different states of matter -- Allura, do you have any idea of what kind of thing they’re most likely to bring back? If we have a starting point, we could probably actually manage a number of contingencies for different energy sources, feeding behaviors, oxygenation needs…” Allura nods quickly. 

“I can get you a list, absolutely. I’m sure there are only four or five species Coran would be comfortable with, although there’s no accounting for the others, and of course we don’t know what the center will have --” 

“-- just get us those four or five,” Katie says, looking around the room and trying to imagine how they’ll divide the space. “Hunk, we’re gonna need to start talking construction.” 

--

“As you can see, we have a wide variety of domestic creatures available at the moment, though not many specimens of each.” The Venri staff member leading them through the facility glides across the floor on six neatly-swishing tentacles. She speaks in clean clipped tones, which Keith appreciates for their clarity if nothing else. He’s a bit impressed she can project as loudly as she can considering she barely comes up to his waist, but apparently Venri are small but have mighty lung capacity, or something. In any case, the others seem to be more interested in the fenced-off runs they’re surrounded by, each containing a different sort of creature. 

Some of the enclosures have small ponds, or are small ponds, as in the case of one containing some kind of aquatic animal that looks a lot like a bat, or like a bat would if it were scaled instead of furred, with enormous fins instead of wings. Others of the cages look a lot more like ordinary dog runs -- and, to be fair, others of the creatures look a lot more like ordinary dogs. There’s one like a whippy all-black german shepherd in the corner whose eyes keep emitting some kind of pink smoke in little bursts. In one of the stacked cages for smaller creatures that they pass, right at Keith’s eye level, is a group of labrador retrievers in perfect miniature, so small he could hold three of them in the palm of his hand, emitting little play growls as they wrestle with their fellows. He watches them for a while, wondering what it would be like to have a pocket-sized pup, until he realizes the others are halfway across the row of runs, the Venri indicating various creatures as she continues her pitch. He half-jogs over to rejoin them. 

“Now, did you all have a particular species in mind? If you’d like, you’re welcome to tell me about your living situation -- whatever it may be -- and I can recommend one for you.” She looks around at the four of them expectantly. Keith looks from Coran to Shiro and back again. It’s definitely not his place to take the lead here. But it’s Lance who jumps in. 

“Oh, we’ve got quite a bit of space,” he says airily. “That’s certainly not an issue. We’re hoping to get a puppy who will get along with our cow, maybe give her some companionship, cultivate that interspecies friendship and all that.” The Venri's eyes grow wider and wider as Lance continues. “After all, what’s the point of a dairy cow without a puppy, you know?” 

“A...did you say a dairy cow? Where did you say you’re from again?” 

“We didn’t,” says Shiro, taking a well-placed step so he’s standing between the Venri and Lance. 

“We’re looking for something in the canine category,” says Coran brightly, gesturing toward the row of runs that includes the shadowy german shepherd, now crouching near the front of its run and emitting glittery aqua smoke from its mouth as it looks at them silently with solid black eyes. 

“Do you have a particular biome in mind?” The Venri looks up at him expectantly, holding one thin hand over her tablet, ready to type. 

“Oh, I rather think --” Coran cuts off suddenly, eyes wide and fixed on one of the runs. Keith follows his eyeline and sees a small furry brown shape curled up in the corner, covered in little white speckles. Whatever the creature is, it’s tucked itself firmly against the wall of its enclosure, so he can’t really discern anything about its shape, nor why it seems to have grabbed Coran’s attention so strongly. 

“Coran?” Shiro asks, frowning. Lance, meanwhile, is darting his eyes back and forth between the brown lump and Coran, eyebrows lowered sharply. Keith sees him open his mouth to say something -- probably a strong objection to anyone else getting to pick their puppy -- and knocks into him with his shoulder, muttering a “shush” under his breath. Lance huffs once at him, but shuts his mouth. 

“Is that a white-spotted hyrassie?” Coran breathes quietly after what feels like an eternity of silence.

“Oh, absolutely,” says the Venri, and she’s smiling for the first time since they’ve entered the runs.  

[venriliz]

📩 Simblr question of the day: Who's your biggest inspiration/s on Simblr? Mention them! Tell us why you like them!

okay this is going to be a veeery long post. i could probably name almost every single simblr i follow, but that would be impossible, so if you noticed me liking/reblogging your posts but not mentioning you - please don't think that you're not inspiring to me, because you are! <3

tbh i love the simblr community to bits and a LOT of people inspire me every day. :] i'll name some under the cut!

@aniraklova - she has such a unique sim style and has been nothing but a gift to the community by organizing events like edgewave last year or by being a badass person in general! love her! <3

@microscotch just one if not the coolest simblr imo :P keeps the love for sims 2 alive and doing some kickass renders in the process. simblr wouldn't be as much fun as it is without my Helenchen! <333

@vdshakh hands down the best simblr when it comes to renders. i can only dream of mine being that good. probably got me into doing some myself in the first place. i would reblog their renders every day...and maybe i should! <333

@puppycheesecake when it comes to cas related posts, i could stare at them all day and never get bored. the variety is insane! :] probably fundamentally inspired me to up my own cas game, so ty! <3

@strangetowntales you can probably tell that everything related to aliens/strangetown, basically that theme as a whole is already a plus in my book and i love their moodboards so fucking much!!

@beetlemp3 just their whole blog/aesthetic gives me tooth aches because it's so cute! when i need to treat my eyes to colorful screenshots/builds etc this is one of the blogs i think of first!

@birdietrait birdie makes some of the prettiest sims i've ever seen and is such a huge inspiration when i feel like i'm about to suffer from same-face-syndrom lmao. their sims just look like real people (if that makes any sense) also snoopy is life! :]

@squea there's just something special about squea's sims. can't even put my finger on it but i just love them (especially corn! he's a treat! <333) i also use her natural cas-lighting all the time and never found another one i like as much! :]

@fl0ptrait one of the coolest ppl i met here on tumblr! just all around so nice and also very talented when it comes to creating sims that leave me hot and bothered! °-°

@stellarfalls every time i see one of bree's posts i just feel incredibly humbled and honored by the talent and the love that must've been put into creating them. you deserve every single like and reblog and then some! ily :3

@cinamun not that long ago i already mentioned cin in a post regarding story simblrs i find inspiring, so i might repeat myself when i say that i'm in awe of the dedication she puts into her story. i can see it despite not actively following it and i love that! probably doesn't even get as much attention she should!

@alientown already love her for the name alone BUT (!) the sims she creates are really unique and have so much personality! just love looking at them and imagining what their stories could be! :]

@nigmos i could look at dee's sims all day and find more and more reasons why i find them to be so beautiful! every post of her on my dash just makes me really happy and gives me a lot of inspiration for my own sims! :]

@lilamausmaus she has probably one of the coolest sim styles (in my humble opinion) her game just looks like a comic and i love it so much! her nervous object stole my heart more than once T.T she's also one of the nicest ppl here for sure! i get so much inspiration from her posts! :]

@lucidicer honestly whenever olli posts an edit, my eyes just pop out of my skull in the best way possible and i'm not mad about that at all it's just fucking art! love him and his posts to bits (even though he didn't want to share his cheese sticks with me once... °-°)

@alelelesimz i always happy-cry in simlish when i see alelele's posts, especially recreations of sims from the franchise. I LOVE the urbz remakes so much, they're the absolute best and looking at them makes me want to replay this game over and over again T.T their blog is definitely a huge source of inspiration for me!

okay that was cheesy af but all of those simblrs are the first ones that came to mind when i read nonny's question, but by FAR not all of them. again, if you ever saw me like/comment/reblog your post, know that you're an inspiration to me too and that ily! <333

[venriliz]

hello, i hope it's okay to ask questions but i really love your alien sims! i used to love playing with aliens when i was younger but shy'd away as i got older and started using simblr. i'd really love to get back to creating alien sims and supernaturals in general, so i'm wondering if you have any cc recommendations? antennas, eyes, ears etc. your aliens always look so unbelievably cool. you don't have to leave any links if it's a hassle but maybe you have some favorite creators? 💚🛸

hey! thank u so much! <3 really need to make my resource page! °-°

i'll redirect you to CC I use all the time/CC-creators that made some awesome stuff to use for aliens under the cut:

Skintones: ● @ratboysims ► Star Skin ● @lamatisse ► Lore Skintones ● @octetsica ► Occult Skintones Eyecolor I use: ● i almost exclusively use the black eyes from the N144 Demon Eyes V3 Set you can find in the Ultimate Eyes Collection by @pralinesims (they are in the NonDefault.zip) Skin Details ∣ Ear and Eye Presets ∣ Antennae ∣ A Slider: ● @ssspringroll ► basically everything made by them is perfect for occults. ● @simbience ► earpresets and antennae ● @pyxiidis ► another amazing cc-creator for occults! ● @marsosims ► i also like to use this Expanded Eye Scale Slider

those are the basics i use all the time, hope this helps! :]

[venriliz]

📩 Simblr question of the day: It's time to appreciate the small things! What's a small detail from one of your posts that you love? Could be a small tattoo on a sim, specific clutter in a sims' room, a little detail in a render or screenshot, whatever is applicable to you (p.s. I've been scouring simblr, and I've noticed people don't like how picky SQOTD feels, so please! Share around SQOTD asks, anon or not, I'm only one person and can't find and ask every person on simblr ~ 💛)

one of my favorite render details was making this cowplant hold a hat for donations instead of the cake °~°

[venriliz]

🐾🐾 Boop! Boop! 🐾🐾

I'd love to know what simmer has got you hooked right now! Please share what you're binge-reading on Simblr!

Share this with other simmers to get some recommendations on who to follow! Let's keep spreading some love! 💚

Boop Boop back! :]

unfortunately i'm not really reading any stories atm because i recently came back from a hiatus and would have to catch up to a lot v.v gonna take the time for this at some point! :) but i'm still going to shoutout some story simblrs whose dedication to their stories i find very inspiring!

@cinamun @rebouks @tricoufamily @softpine @kalissimsblog @thebramblewood @gunthermunch @elderwisp you better follow them RIGHT NOW! :]

[venriliz]

*boops your nose* send this to ten (or more 😁) blogs you think are lovely and deserve a boop on the nose. ⭐ right back at you friend!!!

aww! booping you right back (again)! ilysm <333

[venriliz]

📩 Simblr question of the day: Share your least favorite screenshot of your favorite sim and your favorite screenshot of your least favorite sim. This could be in CAS, in-game or whatever!

favorite sim: Carl, my vampire cab driver dying in the sun of Del Sol Valley T.T

least favorite sim: i think i already used that screenshot in an ask reply before, but this is literally the only half-decent one of my Sims 4 version of Joy Despret.

[venriliz]

💌 Random simblr question of the day: What is the last screenshot you took? No cheating!

was attempting to create Joy Despret from Juno Birches sims 2 let's play. only have boring cas screenshots right now, sorry. v.v

[venriliz]

hi!!! I loved your lookbook for Paula, and I was wondering wcif the little accessories from the belt on their outfit? Thank you!! 😊

Hey, thanks! <3 It's from the CD Set by aler-ii!

[venriliz]

hi!!! i love your blog so much!! may i ask what hair you used for your vera post? tysm i hope you have a great day!! <33

Hey, thank you! <3

I used the RIOT HAIR from Sims4Satan's Punk Hair Starter Pack! :)

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💗💗Love train! Send this to all the blogs you love! Don’t forget to spread the love! 💗💗

yay! thank you so much! sending that love right back at ya! <333

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📩 Simblr question of the day: Your sim is having a heated discussion with someone about whether Cereal is a soup or not, what side are they on? 👀 ( freely share this SQOTD around, anon or not, and use the hashtag " SQOTD " ~ 💛 )

ok that's a funky question alright.

my sim would probably say that cereal is NOT a soup because it doesn't require cooking soooo... °-° and yes all of my sims would have this opinion because it's MINE :D

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hiiii, hope you're having a good day. i was wondering wcif the guitar case accessory you used for alexia? tysm!

hi! :]

it's actually this Violin Case by Mel Bennett!

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wcif the eye dress that kiki wears?

Boop! :]

It's the Sigrid Dress by Ridgeport! <3