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anotherplumbob · 1 month

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Uberhood 2024 Update By AnotherPlumbob (CC free)

The Uberhood is an ongoing PROJECT where I’m creating a Cc-free savefile, with all the worlds and lore from The Sims 2 ported to The Sims 4.

NOTE: In this update I've revamped PLEASANTVIEW only - if you were interested in the other worlds or premades, please note they remain exactly as they were in the previous versions.

It currently includes

1.- Remade Worlds

Pleasantview (Newcrest+Willow Creek)

Strangetown (Strangerville+Oasis Springs)

Veronaville (Windenburg)

Bluewater Promenade (Magnolia Promenade)

Three Lakes (Granite Falls)

Bluewater Bay [only partially built] (Brindleton Bay)

All the career lots (detective, hospital and science lab).

BEWARE: the rest of the worlds are either empty, half built or a mess in general.

2.- Families

The save includes all the premade families as well as the iconic townies that lived in those worlds in The Sims 2 times. They all have jobs, relationships, sentiments, lifestyles, reputations, etc. For Pleasantview sims only I've also included more lore in the form of milestones, added traits, midlife crisis, etc.

3. Required packs and How to Install (PLEASE READ)

THE SAVE IS CC-FREE BUT ALL EXPANSION, GAME PACKS,STUFF PACKS AND KITS RELEASED UP UNTIL MARCH 2024.

If you don’t have all packs, sims may be half naked, and/or bald and stuff may be missing. Install at your own risk.

In order to install:

BACK UP YOUR SAVES.

Download the the SAVE file.

Put the save in your SAVES folder. Documents > Electronic Arts > Sims 4 > Saves. I changed the name of the file so that it will hopefully not overwrite any of your saves (including the previous v1). If your system prompts you to overwrite a save, do not click yes. Just change the name of the save (keep it 8 numbers but change the numbers) and try again.

Optional: Put the .package file (StrangetownTexts.package) in your mods folder. This file is used to change the Strangerville mystery a bit, and turn it into the Strangetown mystery (with custom texts, references to the Bella mystery, etc.). Please install it if you want to have some clues on what happened to Bella!!

4. Play Order

There’s really no set play order but note that:

1.- Brandi Broke is pregnant and will give birth in 3 days regardless of who you play and regardless of whether aging is on or off, so play with her first if you want to be there for the birth.

2.- Same thing applies to Pascal Curious, who’s also pregnant at the start of the save.

5. Disclaimer and TOU

I’m just one person and there may be some bugs here or there, or naked sims or whatever. Feel free to report any bugs you find but I will only fix them if I consider them super relevant or game breaking, otherwise the save is provided as is and you install it at your own risk.

Also please don't waste your breath asking me to do X world, or add lore to Veronaville or Strangetown or whatever, because I will only do it if and when I'm inspired to do it - and the requests quite honestly stress me out.

THE TERMS OF USE ARE: Be nice and don’s steal others creations!

Download: Sim File Share - Filehosting for Simmers

#anotherplumbob #TS2toTS4 #S2tS4 #Pleasantview #Veronaville #Strangetown #TS4 Pleasantview

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1wren · 26 days

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Grist's climate fiction contest - Imagine 2200: Climate Fiction for Future Ancestors is now open!

Submission deadline: June 24th, 2024 11:59 U.S. Pacific Time (UTC-7)

Submission Length: 2,500 - 5,000 words

Submission language: English

Author(s) must be 18 or older

International submissions accepted

Stories may be co-authored

Story must not be published

Story must not have received a prize or recognition in another contest

Prizes:

1st place — $3,000 2nd place — $2,000 3rd place — $1,000 4th - 12th places — $300

Oregon State University’s Spring Creek Project will also offer the winning writer (or a runner-up, in the case the winner cannot accept) the opportunity to participate in its Environmental Writing Fellowship and Residency, including a writing residency at the Cabin at Shotpouch Creek. The Fellow will receive a $3,000 honorarium from Spring Creek Project.

Full rules and submission form

@solarpunkani @alpaca-clouds

#solarpunk #fiction #short story #writing contest #fiction contest #Grist #Imagine 2200

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themaskofthephantom · 26 days

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How to live like you are in Moominvalley Part 1:

Step 1: Sleep well. Make time for naps if you would like to nap. Preferably, if the weather is nice, nap on the green grass. Don’t be concerned over the length of your sleep, for all creatures need rest.

Step 2: Eat well. Cook and eat delicious foods. Have home cooked meals, not convenience foods if you can help it. When unsure of what to eat, there’s always pancakes.

Step 3: Enjoy each season for what it is. Hibernate in the Winter, celebrate the return of Spring, play and go boating in the Summer, bake and knit in the Autumn. Have something unique to each season that you can look forward to. Make it your own.

Step 4: Play a musical instrument if you can or simply make time to enjoy music. Come up with your own songs if you want. Just enjoy a tune.

Step 5: Go on hikes. Get outdoors in general at least once a day if you can. Explore the trails in your area or take trips to the mountains.

Step 6: Pick some flowers. You can decorate your home with them or make a flower crown. Let your inner child run wild.

Step 7: Have a project you’re working on. This could be literally anything. Just find something you are passionate about and make it your own. For example, I am currently working on a little tapestry on my loom.

Step 8: Write in some way. You could write your memoirs or journal or create your own recipe book or write letters to friends. Just pick up the pen.

Step 9: Make time for play. Play games. This could be as simple as hide and seek with friends or something more complex like solving a mystery box. It doesn’t matter if you are an adult either. Play is just as important for adults as it is for children.

Step 10: Go fishing. Find a little pond or creek in your area and take your pole. You can throw or keep your catch as you like. Either way, fishing can be a good way to slow down.

Let me know if you would like a part 2.

#moomin #moominvalley #snufkin #cottagecore #hobbitcore #slow living #hobbies #grounding

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frankendykes-monster · 1 year

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Check their shoes and look for mud!” shouted one Atlanta police department officer to another. The sun was setting against a tree line growing greener daily due to recent balmy, spring-like weather in Atlanta, but the bucolic setting of a Sunday in the sun at a free music festival abruptly became panic and chaos. Dozens of law enforcement officers, many with automatic weapons, swarmed into a forest of hundreds of acres, seeking to find any of the 200 or so activists who had set fire to a bulldozer, trailer and other infrastructure used for construction on “Cop City”, a $90m, 85-acre police and fire department training center, about an hour earlier. The clash was just the latest dramatic chapter to hit the Cop City project, which has already seen one environmental activist shot dead by police – the first incident of its kind in the US – and drawn national and international attention to the fight to save the Georgia forest where the giant project is planned. The one officer’s frenzied order about dirty footwear seemed as absurd as any part of the Sunday night operation, since Georgia rains had left muddy patches all over the forest, and at least 600 people were lying on the grass, or camped among the trees, or entering the forest to catch an evening’s music under the stars or leaving – thus many had mud on their shoes. But such was the situation on Sunday night, on the second night of the fifth “week of action” by activists over the last year dedicated to protecting the land called South River forest on municipal maps and Weelaunee forest by activists – using the Muscogee (Creek) word for “brown water”. The scene included police running through trees, arresting a legal observer from the National Lawyers Guild, sending a negotiator to agree on terms with five randomly chosen individuals for letting about a hundred music festival audience members safely leave the forest, and detaining journalists for questioning on “what they were there to cover”. The first two days had included free music, herbal workshops and a peaceful march through neighborhoods surrounding the forest south-east of Atlanta. Then, around 5.30 on Sunday evening, about 200 activists, most in balaclavas and camouflage clothing, began lining up to the right of the stage. They marched around three sides of the audience, chanting “Viva Tortuguita” – a reference to Manuel Paez Terán, a 26-year-old activist who was camping several hundred feet away from that spot on 18 January when police shot and killed him in another raid. It was the first time police killed an environmental activist while protesting in US history. Authorities said that Paez Terán fired first. After several hours of chaos on Sunday night, 23 people – including a legal observer with the National Lawyers Guild – had been arrested and charged with “domestic terrorism” under state law, adding to the 18 defendants facing the same unprecedented charges who have been arrested in recent months.

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seraphinitegames · 8 months

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You’ve stated multiple times that Book Four is coming together nicely and you’re super enthusiastic to write it. Does it feel easier/faster for Book Four compared to Book Three for you so far? I know that you were working on The Curse of Creek Edge along with Book Three at the same time at first so I was wondering if that impacted the flow of your planning/writing having your focus only on one project so far.

Book Four feels very different than any project I've worked on so far! It honestly seems like it wants to be written, like a life of its own :D

I am working on side things as I plan for Book Four, including a refreshed/changed Curse of Creek Edge (still not 100% sure how I want to proceed, but I really want to do some more stories in Wayhaven!), but I dunno...Book Four is just shining more than anything, hehe!

Book Three was different though in the type of book. It had to start A LOT of different branches going, where as Book Four can actually just flow with the branches already made now. I think that is making the biggest difference!

I've never quite had a plan come together like this one has. Every time I come to a block it's only like a day or two at max before something springs to mind that works to perfection!

So yeah...very, very excited for people to read this one!! :D

Thank you so much for the ask! :)

#the wayhaven chronicles #asks #interactive fiction #personal #writing #creative writing #twc book 4

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lowkeyrobin · 2 months

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MCYT ; scents they remind me of

includes ; tommyinnit, badlinu, tubbo, ranboo, quackity, nihachu, karl jacobs, foolish gamers

warnings ; my randomness idk. this wasn't/isn't funny I just take smells into account in a weird way and I projected a lot. I just wanted to share idk

masterlist

TOMMYINNIT

fresh post-shower smell

that new car smell

3-in-1 shampoo, conditioner and bodywash, specifically the mint one that all american dad use from walmart idk why

the salty sea air

roses <3

TUBBO

the scent when you're on the trams in the parking lot to disney world/epcot idk how to describe it

inside of sheetz (if you don't have sheetz where u live you're missing out)

strawberry yogurt

fruit popsicles

eucalyptus leaves

RANBOO

strawberry shortcake

microwave chicken nuggets

mcdonalds sweet tea

gasoline

fresh aloe vera

a chilly morning at the bus stop

cherries

tropical candles

BADLINU

that post-rain, damp forest smell

after-shower smell idk

cake sprinkles

chocolate icing

sarris chocolate

hair dye fumes

sunflowers

those weeds that you blow on and the seeds fly away and they're super soft, but in the yellow flower stage

QUACKITY

chocolate muffins

popcorn (with can't believe it's not butter & m&ms, it makes a difference I swear)

taco salad

cantaloupe at 2 in the morning

fireworks

hose water on a 90 degree day

sephora cologne

clorox wipes

inside of barnes and noble

NIHACHU

coconut shower scrub

the little running water smell of creeks/little rivers

fruit popsicles

bob evans french toast

tulips

pomegranate

coconut curls shampoo

bonfires in the summer

KARL JACOBS

monster energy drinks

double chocolate eggo waffles

sarris chocolate

grilled cheese

strawberry poptarts

rainbow goldfish

japanese cherry blossom lotion 😭🙏

sour patch kids

FOOLISH GAMERS

high school locker rooms post gym class

early spring morning rain

the weird sweat smell after spending hours of time in 80 degree weather planting vegetables and flowers in a large garden

buffalo wild wings mozzarella sticks

eucalyptus leaves

hose water during a hot summer day

paint / wood stain

roses

tulips

yeah i have no idea how to explain this act like it's normal

#lowkeyrobin #mcyt preferences #mcyt x reader #tommyinnit x reader #mcyt oneshot #quackity x reader #ranboo x reader #badlinu x reader #nihachu x reader #foolish gamers x reader #karl jacobs x reader

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divanthesimmer · 1 year

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The Sims 4: Medieval Save

Hear ye! Hear ye! The Medieval Save is finally here!

This has been an ongoing project which many Simmers from all across the world were apart of and we turned nearly 19 worlds from the game into medieval kingdoms. I've always been a fan of medieval fantasy as well as The Sims Medieval and so this save was born.

A few things to take note of:

* Due to the previous placements of some lots in destination worlds, a bug caused them to became unplayable. It is now fixed (as well as a few other things) and I kindly ask you to re-download the save and delete all previous versions (uploaded before 13 March 2023).

* This is not meant to be a historically accurate save and not all worlds can be considered "medieval". For example Oasis Springs was turned into Ancient Egypt and StrangerVille was turned into a Native-American world and there are many fantasy creatures in the save. Also, The Sims is a very modern game and we had to work with what we have. I guess it would've been more accurate to name it Historical Fantasy Save or something along those lines, but the main theme has always been medieval.

* It requires nearly all the packs and is quite a big file. I didn't want to restrict people's creativity and we don't have many medieval looking items in the game. I recommend lowering your graphics if you have a lower end PC and note that you might have many bald, nude Sims and missing build objects if you're missing packs.

* It doesn't add any new gameplay, though it could change how you play the game. Almost all modern appliances are removed and most lots are off-the-grid. This is not a mod and thus I couldn't add things like swordfighting or things that would make the save more immersive. Luckily there are many mods out there that could help with that.

* Some Sims with royal titles have longer names and editing them in CAS will force you to shorten their name. If you wish to edit them, you can shorten their name in CAS and just re-add their titles with MCCC in live mode.

* NPC Sims/townies will continuously spawn with modern clothing by the game's design. You can either delete them as they spawn, give them medieval makeovers or edit them in CAS and replace them with medieval Sims from the Gallery. There are some tutorials on YouTube which could help with this, like this video by KatsCorner: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qPsxmGk92M4

Worlds included in this save:

Fairdells, previously Willow Creek:

A magical kingdom home to elves, gnomes, fairies and several magic-wielding races. Ruled by the tyrannical King Taranath, the future of this once-peaceful kingdom looms in the air. Architecture includes elven palaces, treehouses, dwarf villages and more.

Egypt, previously Oasis Springs:

The ancient kingdom of Egypt ruled by Queen Cleopatra of the Ptolemaic dynasty. It includes pyramids, palaces, temples and more.

Wood Grove, previously Newcrest:

An extension of Fairdells home to dryads, elves, gnomes, ogres and other races. It's a more "foresty" area than Fairdells and includes swampy ogre homes, mushroom homes and lots more.

Windenburg:

A kingdom ruled by the royal Von Haunt family. After the King's death, his young son took his place on the throne, but has much to learn and is ruled by his mother, the Queen. Includes typical medieval architecture like castles, inns, peasant homes and more

Pirate's Cove, previously Brindleton Bay:

A hideaway for thieving pirates and cutthroat buccaneers. Includes pirate nests, ships, inns and more.

Mermaid Isles, previously Sulani:

This kingdom has always been home to both men and merfolk. Recently pirates have invaded and everyone is at war. Includes pirate ships, a mermaid castle, an inn and more.

Chihuahuan, previously StrangerVille:

A desert home to indigenous Native-American tribes. Includes an adobe village, tipis and the infamous Pit of Judgement!

Mt. Komorebi:

An ancient Japanese kingdom home to Japanese farmers and Samurai warriors. Includes onsens, Samurai training grounds, villages and more.

The Swamp of Terror, previously Evergreen Harbor:

A ruined region home to those shunned by society - beggars, thieves, ogres and more. Includes an orphanage, ruined buildings, ogre swamps and more.

Glimmerbrook:

A magical kingdom home to all spellcasters and is ruled by Lady Ravendancer Goth. Includes a castle, library, inn and more.

Britechester:

Built and ruled by the royal Landegraab family, this kingdom is home to scholars and those who wish to learn about history and dragons among other subjects. Includes a castle, student housing, libraries and more.

Selvadorada:

A lost kingdom which includes several inns, temple ruins and more. Many travelers go here to search for hidden treasures and discover ancient secrets.

Nordhalla, previously Granite Falls:

A Viking settlement home to Vikings as well as werebears. Includes Viking homes, a stave church, werebear hideouts and more.

Forgotten Hollow:

A kingdom home to creatures that dwell in the night. Ruled by Count Vladislaus Straud, it's a haven for all vampires, but vampire hunters have recently arrived and things are about to get messy. Includes vampire castles and temples, vampire hunters headquarters and more.

Henford-on-Bagley:

A rural kingdom home to many farmers and their animals. Ruled by House Llamaryen and a place where fairytales come to life. Includes a castle, farm homes, a village shoppe and more.

Guild Centre, previously Magnolia Promenade:

A small shopping centre which includes an inn, tavern, market and apothecary. Travelers from all kingdoms go here for their shopping needs.

King's Valley, previously Del Sol Valley:

Home to some of the most prominent Sims accross all kingdoms, such as the Emperor, his most trusted advisors and high ranking priests. Includes castles and a sept.

Tartosa:

A kingdom surrounded by the Mediterranean sea. Home to the legendary Princess Cordelia and the royal Thebe family. Includes castles, pirate ship, a peasant village and more.

Moonwood Mill:

A village home to lumberjacks, mooncasters and MOOcasters. Includes a lumber mill, peasant village, cowplant farm and mooncaster hideout.

Credits:

Thank you to josh_se_oh for the amazing cover render and KawaiiFoxita for the beautiful build screenshots. Also thank you to everyone for your support as well as everyone who contributed to the save! All builds and Sims created specifically for the save can be found under #divanmedievalsave on the Gallery.

Please tag me with screenshots and videos if you intend to play the save!

Download on Patreon (100% Free)

#s4cc #ts4 save file #divanthesimmer

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mysteryfleshpit · 2 years

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Depending on who you talked to, James Jackson was either a con man, a genius, a degenerate gambler, a reincarnated shaman from ages past, or some combination of all four. “Jim”, as his friends and detractors called him, was a strange man. He was a self-educated thinker who was absolutely convinced that he was possessed of talents that approached the supernatural. He may have been right: in the history of American enterprise there was no one quite like Jim Jackson. His overall demeanor and presentation to all who interacted with him was that of a self-styled cowboy; he wore ostrich-leather boots, always had a Marlboro cigarette in his mouth, and owned a ten gallon hat in every color in the catalog, and spoke with a drawl so thick that he could easily be mistaken for a man out of time. This man, who came to embody every myth of the western oilman and whose exploits would someday captivate a nation, had not stepped foot in Texas until his twentieth birthday. He never made a dime from oil. Jim was born in Boston on July 16th, 1945 at the exact instant that the first atomic bomb was detonated two thousand miles away in New Mexico. He was the youngest of four children to Walter and Evelyn Jackson; Evelyn was a classically-trained stage actress who came from old money tied up in real estate in the northeast. Walter was a prolific and brilliant chemist who directed a research group for Bell Telephone Laboratories. During the war, Walter’s team was instrumental in developing the membranes necessary for the gas-diffusion method of enriching uranium for the Manhattan Project. Walter moved his family from Boston to San Jose, California in 1949 to partner with one of his former colleagues in founding a new applied science company. This new venture, Allied Micromaterials Corporation, would become one of the pioneering institutions in the development of semiconductors and later transistors. Contacts Walter had maintained in the defense department led to Allied receiving a contract to manufacture guidance systems for a new range of ICBM missiles, and by the middle of the 1950s, Walter was a very wealthy man. As a boy, Jim was bright but had no patience for school. On several occasions he was found cutting class to wander along a creek that ran through the family’s estate. The land had been an apricot orchard before being purchased by his father, and a young Jim spent every spare minute he could find playing cowboy in the pastoral grove of trees. His patient mother indulged his fantasies and sent him to dude ranches and paid for horse riding lessons in the hopes it might instill a sense of discipline. By Jim’s sixteenth birthday he was showing signs of restlessness in the rapidly-urbanizing Californian environment, and entered into frequent arguments with his exasperated father. When he told Walter that he had no interest in attending college, and instead mentioned the then-escalating conflict in Vietnam, his father shouted him down. Angry but determined, a seventeen year old Jim walked to an army recruitment station the very next morning. It was of no use, however; through Walter’s many ties to the U.S. defense industry, it was essentially guaranteed that Jim would never see combat. For the young man who yearned to see the world and longed for an adventure to break the monotony of his sheltered upbringing, this was the final straw. On a spring day in 1962, James Jackson packed a small bag and left home. From San Jose he took a train to Carson City, Nevada with the intent of finding work at one of the horse ranches from his childhood. When he arrived, a new subdivision had taken its place, with any traces of the ranches long gone. For two months he washed dishes in a casino buffet in Reno to pay for accrued gambling debts. From Nevada he hitchhiked to Idaho where he cut onions for 80¢ a day until the winter season forced him to move on. For three years he stumbled from job to job, lumberjacking in Washington state, fitting irrigation pipe in Arizona, welding in Alaska, mining Molybdenum in Colorado, and eventually working as a roughneck in an oilfield outside of Odessa, Texas. These three years had hardened young Jim and for the first time he felt at home among the wildcatters and oilmen in the dust and sun of west Texas. The challenge of the work invigorated him. The harsh conditions of the desert inspired him. The boom-bust cycle of the petroleum industry, however, did little to help secure the human needs of food and shelter. The men who made the real money on the drilling sites, Jim had noticed, were the geologists; those who only found the oil and didn’t stick around to do the hard work of pulling it out of the ground. Jim was charismatic, and it wasn’t long before he found work as an assistant for a local surveying office and began to learn the fine art of finding things underground. (edited) He was almost ready to settle down when he received a call from home: His father had suffered an intracranial aneurysm and had died before emergency medical treatment could be administered. For the first time in years, he went home. In the days after Walters funeral, Jim was forced to confront his future. Jim was twenty, with little occupational prospects, but now had a twenty-five thousand dollar inheritance; enough in 1965 to get into nearly any business he wanted. He knew he still didn’t have the patience for college, and he had already figuratively “gone west.” Out of either a feeling of guilt, or a desire to not cause any further trouble to his family in California, he returned to Texas with the goal of finally striking out on his own. By 1973, James Jackson was a man who, at least on the surface, betrayed no insecurities about his expertise. He exuded confidence and, after a few lucky breaks locating petroleum where none was thought to have existed, was billed as a “guru of the underground”. A small office was leased in Midland, a clerk and eventually a geologist, a few engineers and surveyors were hired. For a short time it was a mundane but generally honest living. What he lacked in experience as the chief of the small firm he more than made up for in the energy and zeal he brought to every job he undertook. He detested office work and would personally show up to every site, rain or shine, with the enthusiasm and showmanship of a circus ringmaster. The job for Dale Whitmer was no exception.

#mystery flesh pit #writing #fiction #worldbuilding #mysteryfleshpit #mystery flesh pit national park

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kodared · 1 year

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more howdy x reader angst pls

this time, no fluff >:)

(or if u want u can do the fluffs, but ur angst is yummy and like bad endings = emotions)

Wooo!! Another lovely Request! Had lots of fun writing this one, and may have projected a little bit, i also lowkey spaced out and... ended up writing some comfort LMAO

Hope you Enjoy regardless!

Howdy Pillar X GN!Reader

☆ UnRequited Love ll Hanahaki ☆

Content Warning!! Mentions of Sickness and Emetaphobia!

Angst / Comfort

Word Count: 2169

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You stared at the sky as a pleasant early Spring breeze made you bundle up more in your hoodie, Howdy was currently inside the Shop tidying up after an eventful day of customers and restocking.

You had moved into the Town a few years back and made yourself quite comfortable as Howdys co-worker in his shop, with him needing frequent help you being his official helper was a no-brainer.

Howdy was delighted to have company in his store, and you even found yourself often visiting him when you weren’t on shift,

As the chill picked up, you started making your way back into the shop, but not before picking a small dandelion and fidgeting with it as you entered the store,

You entered the Shop, the slight heat from the heater warming your skin almost instantly providing you with relief, and the bells chiming on the door made you smile as you walked further into the store.

“Hey howdy!”

Howdy looked up from stocking a lower shelf of Cans, he spoke with a smile as he took off his hat to smooth down his hair as he stood to greet you,

“‘Ello Y/N! You're free to clock out whenever!”

You smiled warmly at Howdy before walking behind the counter and removing your apron to hang it on one of the various hooks before responding,

“I may hang around for a bit if that's alright..! I got nothin’ to do at home anyways,”

You shrugged as you took a seat behind the counter, already looking over the list Howdy had made for items he needed to restock the following week.

“I always appreciate your company Y/N, Stay as long as ya’ want!”

Howdy gave you a warm smile as you looked up from the list, he had moved on from restocking cans to organizing the produce. You made note of the various bruised apples scattered on the floor,

“...Did Wally come by?”

You said as you attempted to stifle a laugh,

Howdy groaned as he bent down to pick up a few of the bruised apples,

“I love em’ but he always leaves an drops em’ in a hurry,”

Howdy shook his head,

“It's as if he doesn't realize their free anyways,”

You and Howdy settled into a comforting banter as the night went on, as the sun set you began to gather your things and begin the walk home,

“I'll see ya’ tomorrow Howd’s!”

You turned to wave at the tall man before leaving the store, Howdy giving you a wave as he hung up his apron and hat for the night.

The walk home was peaceful, small fireflies danced across the skyline as the breeze made the grass sway peacefully. Your shoes crunched quietly against the gravel as you approached your house providing a comforting white noise in the peaceful night.

You lived not too far from the Town, you regretfully made your home in the woods, and you wished most days you lived closer so it was easier to get to Howdys.

But you supposed it wasn't all bad, you had a lovely creek by your house you often swam in during the hot summers, and the neighbors often visited you during the summer for that exact reason.

…Even if they needed a good two or three days to dry out afterward..

You chuckled at the fond memory as you fumbled with your keys to unlock the door and enter your home. Various paintings hung on your walls that Wally had gifted you when you first moved in.

As you entered your kitchen, you looked at the cooking equipment gifted to you by Howdy with a smile. Moving to make a bowl of soup as you grabbed the can from the cabinet.

The night was peaceful, so you opened a few windows. Allowing the cool breeze in as you warmed your soup in the microwave, leaning against the counter as you looked at a framed picture of you and the neighborhood.

…Your eyes lingered on Howdy for a minute or two longer than intended, the beeping of the microwave snapping you out of it quickly.

With flushed cheeks you quickly ate your soup, trying to push away all thoughts of Howdy for the night as your stomach filled with butterflies.

You knew one thing for certain, and that's Howdy had no romantic feelings for you. You spent many years with the man, and he told you many secrets he told no one.

One of which was his fear of romantic relationships, he knew how it could shatter a relationship in two if it went bad.

So after he told you this, you made no more advances toward him. Not that you had done many to begin with, just small gifts such as flowers.

You stared off into space as you pulled out the crumpled dandelion from earlier, you stopped giving him flowers long ago, yet you still picked them for him.

A small cough bubbled in your throat as you quickly set down the flower, placing it gently onto the counter as you set down your soup to go to the bathroom.

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The next morning you woke to a wide array of flowers in your bathroom, you sighed and began walking into your kitchen. The abandoned soup still sat on the counter, you put the bowl in the sink and began the walk to work.

You had no time to worry about the sudden feeling of sickness that grasped at your throat, you had to help Howdy with his work. The scratchiness that tugged at your throat certainly was proving to be irritating however.

You arrived to work an hour late, Howdy stood worried behind the counter as he looked at you,

“Y/N..! I was beginnin’ to send Barnaby after ya! You okay..?”

Howdy walked from behind the counter towards you, one of his hands moving to put his hand on your head, suddenly you felt sick to your stomach and hotter than before.

“Your burnin’ up Y/N! Why didn't ya’ call in sick!”

You quickly stepped back from Howdy, fanning your face to provide momentary relief at the heat that spread across your cheeks.

“M’ Fine Howd’s! Jus’ need a..-”

Before you could finish speaking you hacked into a coughing fit. Your shoulders shook as you gripped onto your arms firmly, desperately trying to catch your breath as you felt something… Soft..? Rise in your throat.

Howdy moved towards you, his face full of concern as he reached for you to lead you to the bathroom. Before he could get his hands on you, you ran to the bathroom.

You sat over the sink for a few minutes before the large Flower emerged from your throat into the sink. You stood in shock at the flower.

Gently you picked it up, the small white flowers attached to a long, slender stem. Containing multiple small flowers on one stem.

Howdy began knocking on the door, quietly speaking through the shut door,

“...Y/N..? Ya’ Alright? I can go call Frank if ya’ need!”

As you looked at the flower in bewilderment, you absentmindedly nodded, before realizing Howdy couldn't see you through the shut door.

“Uh... Yea, could you get.. Frank... I don't feel well,”

You panted as you were finally able to catch your breath after all of the coughing, as you heard Howdys footsteps leaving to go call Frank, you couldn't help but feel dread as your throat got scratchy again.

It only took a few minutes for Frank to arrive, frantic knocking coming from the door as you heard his familiar voice.

“Y/N? I gathered the proper medical supplies, let me in,”

You carefully walked away from the sink and opened the door, letting Frank step in as he took in the sight of your face.

You were pale, paler than he had ever seen, and your mouth had lines of spit leftover from your frantic coughing fit. It was easy to see you were not feeling well.

However, what caught him off guard was the sight of flowers in the sink where he expected you to have been coughing up bile. His eyes widened in shock.

“..Y/N.. Have you been coughing flowers?”

You took a minute to respond before reaching into your throat, pulling out a stray leftover flower bud from the back of your mouth.

“....Ya think?”

Frank would usually roll his eyes at your sarcasm, but he seemed genuinely scared as his face held panic. He quickly ushered you to sit down on the closed toilet, your legs beginning to shake from standing for so long.

“How long have you been coughing flowers?”

He said seriously as he looked into the sink, putting on a glove from the first aid kit he carried in and examining one of the many flowers.

They were Babys Breath.

You sighed and leaned back, your stomach doing flips as you become more and more nauseous.

“I dunno, probably a day. It started yesterday,”

You heaved as you struggled to breathe, your head positively spinning from the lack of oxygen reaching your brain as your chest grew heavy.

Frank looked at you with his panicked face, his once tidy hair now fraying in different directions as he approached you.

“I need you to answer honestly. Is there anyone you have had feelings for? And don't be an idiot. When I say feelings I mean Love, this is Urgent.”

Your head lolled off to the side as you thought, your eyes became droopy as you struggled to stay awake. You gave a simple nod as you quickly grew more and more tired, You felt Frank grab ahold of your face, making you look at him.

“Who!? This is Urgent, Do not Lie.”

Your head spun as you struggled to stay conscious, before muttering the name of someone who you knew was just outside the door.

“Howdy.”

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You lay in Howdys bed, unconscious. You had been like this for many days, it was only a matter of time before you stopped breathing entirely.

The day it happened Frank was the first to alert everyone, demanding for Howdy to put you in his bed for the time being, not taking the chance of leaving you to rest in your own home seeing as it was so far away.

Wally, Eddie, and Barnaby were the first to visit, gently holding onto your hand as they consoled you, not like you could hear them anyways.

Then came Poppy, Sally, and Julie. They spent hours pleading with you to wake up, but to no avail, at the most your breath only stuttered and stopped more.

Howdy was the last to visit you one-on-one to everyones shock. After Frank had explained the situation and the condition you had, he felt too guilty to even look at you after he laid you to rest.

He reserved himself to sleeping in his living room on the couch that barely fit him, it was what he deserved after all. He was the one that did this so you, if only ‘he wasn't such a coward’ he thought as he looked at you sleeping.

You struggled to breathe as he sat near you, he didn't have the heart to tell you just how much he really did love you.

He noticed every time you picked a flower, and every day he ached for you to give it to him, but you never did most days. He knew he was scared of relationships, but he wanted so badly to try with you to have a successful one.

And now he would never get the chance.

He stayed by your side for the rest of the day, gently holding onto your hand as he watched you, sometimes he would gently lay his head on your chest so he could have the momentary relief you were still breathing.

Only for it to be shattered every time you struggled to get a successful breath.

Eventually, at the end of the day, he had to tend to the shop. He missed your company on late nights like these, giving your hand one final squeeze, and placing the most gentle kiss on your forehead, he left the room.

You rolled on your side a few hours after he left, breaking into a coughing fit as you watched a large flower come out of your mouth. Not paying any mind to the ringing in your ears as you sat up.

You felt warm as you continued to cough, Howdy had heard and quickly ran into his room. Practically smothering you in a hug as he muttered incoherently.

One word you did understand, however,

“I love you.”

With one final cough you felt your lungs freed from the tight grasps of stems and flowers, Howdy gently rubbing your back as you continued to cough while he cried tears of joy.

He was so happy to have you back.

That Summer many Amaranthus bloomed in the Garden you and Howdy shared.

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WOOO BY THE MIRACLE THAT IS ME I FINISHED THIS THE NIGHT AFTER PROM, ＼ʕ •ᴥ•ʔ／ GOES CRAZY GOES STUPID,

okay enough silly LMAO, I will be working on the next Chapter of WHN this Week! Ill try to have it out probably by Thursday!

☆ Luv and appreciate u guys <3 Send more Requests my way! My AskBox is currently Empty!

#howdy pillar x reader #howdy pillar #welcome home #asks #welcome home x reader #frank frankly #hurt/comfort #hanahaki #hanahaki reader #unrequited feelings #their both dumb an in love #had fun with this one!!

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savythatsimmeryt · 8 months

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Sims 4 Base Game Save File - WIP UPDATE 💭📝

Hi everyone! I wanted to share a lil update on my base game save file progression.

✨Lots in Oasis Springs are done being placed, I'll probably add some finishing touches on them. (all lots have been grabbed from the gallery from creators and some edits by me have been done to them to fit the aesthetic of the vibe - everyone has been credited in the builds description + will be in the main save file post when it's released)

📝I started making this save file back in May, Sadly I lost the work I did on it due to a glitch with my computer but everything is good now and I had the inspiration + time to work on this again! This save file will be heavy on the LORE and STORY BASED.

✨💭Willow Creek will be a MISSION/GOAL based town which I'm sure some of you will love! (I'm really excited about the lore for WC and all the character development I get to create!!)

I don't want to give away too much because I want it a surprise, so I'll keep Willow Creek's lore and backstory a surprise in the meantime.

Enjoy the sneak peek! I am hoping to release this at the end of this month or October! I don't want to put a true timeline on this because this is such a fun creative project for me and I don't want to rush it!

-Big virtal hugs!

Savy 💗

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pricegouge · 23 days

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Fatted Rabbit, part one

Bearshifter!Price AU

Rated M for later chapters

Spring creeps into the den subtly, slowly, easily. Normally there's some pushes and pulls, a tide that rolls in and muddles his instincts before retreating, leaving him cold and tired once more. It plays nice this year, settles humid and warm in his fur like fingers, a coaxing kind of wake up call that has him chuffing and stirring still a week or so too early to venture out. It's nice, though, this slow ascent to proper consciousness. Has his memory stirring in ways he can't usually process when he's in this form - vague feelings and sensory memories: sun warm sheets, honey on toast. He slips in and out of wakefulness, the steady drip of snow melt counting the days in thirty second intervals. The ground warms, looses its frozen scents for his inspection, a chronicle of the months he'd lost to his torpor: an arid winter, northerly snows, a fox burrow maybe a kilometer uphill. He sleeps some more.

There's a stream about an hour's hike north of the den. Shallow and wide, it never completely freezes, but John knows it is time to greet the new year when it overflows its bed. It wakes him slowly for the last time, the sound of its gurgling having changed to an echoing rush and what that implies is not immediately obvious to him in this state. He's digging into the mud of his den, trying to find a softer bed to cushion his sore hips when he realizes, and he chuffs in annoyance at his own sluggish brain. If the creek has already overflowed its banks, that burrow is likely empty by now. So much for an easy breakfast.

He's too grumpy to properly marvel in the new year. He notes it in little ways as he stalks the forest - the pale sun warming his coat, the pungent mud revealing the path of his next meal - but he is still too groggy to properly appreciate the beauty. It's like this every year, which is the main reason he decides to overwinter in this form. Staying human has its perks, the ease with which he can stock and maintain a warm, safe den not least of which; but these first few weeks of remembering how to function, when instinct and hunger drive him more than rational thought, are difficult to navigate as a human. For him, early spring is a time to check his perimeters, ensure no other boars have encroached on his turf. John Price's domain is Columbia Falls and the areas surrounding it. He can't very well go around pissing on buildings and gouging knife marks into anything that stands still long enough. Hard to explain away stumbling into the nearest diner like a zombie and ordering uncooked greens and steak. Best to leave these beastly urges to his beast form, in the mountains and valleys of the park he's come to claim over the last ten years.

The days are still short, the forest slow in waking. A lazy start the world over, it seems. It takes him days to completely shake off the dregs of his torpor and he loses whole hours at a time, comes to shoulder deep in freezing streams or wetting his muzzle in the blood of a calf. He hopes he isn't cutting too close to the early campers when he's like this. He makes for a big goddamn bear, a right anomaly, draws attention. He hates to be spotted, would hate even more for his hunger to win out while his humanity is still so far beyond his grasp.

Cutting a long, circuitous track around the lands he's claimed, he takes his time about it. It takes him nearly two full weeks, but by the time he's at his northernmost point, he's mostly remembered how to be a human. He gives it a shot sometimes, while hiding in the caves he's emptied. He can't stay himself for too long, still too cold and damp for a naked human, but it's nice to stretch his back out properly, clean his teeth with nails. By the time he makes it back south to West Glacier, he's ready to find his clothes where he'd hid them on the outer edge of town and rejoin society, chomping at the bit for real human interaction. Maybe that's why he doesn't skirt the car park as well as he should. He's been a creature of instinct for months by now, if his basic need is just a simple, warm smile, it makes sense that he'd seek out the areas of the park most likely to find it.

He smells her before he spots her: warm skin and honey, artificial strawberry scent and a natural musk that has his mouth watering. Human, must be - racoons didn't often use scented soaps - he ought to steer clear, especially if her scent is already having this effect. He's never lost control and killed a human, doesn't want to ruin his streak today. But he's base driven, an instinctual animal, and he's padding along before he can really even think it over. He clambers through springy undergrowth, chuffing excitedly when he finds undisturbed greens. It's his final warning before he ventures onto high traffic areas: the green fences denoting areas in which small game is too timid to linger. He simply eats those too and carries on.

The car park is empty save one Jeep, hatch open and guarding the owner's back as she pats down her bare chest with a wet cloth, eyes nervous and wary as she watches for intruders. She doesn't spot him at first, too worried about the road and the trail head. She wrings out her cloth and then dips to wet it again in a pail of soapy, steaming water. The motion showcases her ample chest and her soft belly and his tongue lolls. She puts on her shirt and her hands move to her belt, undoing it quickly as she checks her surroundings again for intruders. He only notices he's been spotted when the hands on her zipper go completely still. He raises his gaze to her face and huffs at the look of pure terror he finds there. Not gonna hurt you, honey, he wants to tell her, but he's not entirely sure that's accurate anyway. Suddenly, it's like he's fresh off his torpor again, all beast. The only problem is, he's not sure if he wants to eat her or fuck a cub into her. She smells divine, but he can't deny the way her thick body makes his cock twitch. Good mate, stayed so soft all through the winter. He's not entirely sure what he wants, except closer, but when he puts one massive paw in front of the other, the poor rabbit yips and hops back into her little burrow, hatch slamming behind her as she scrambles further into her tentative safety. Curious, John ambles closer, stands with his paws on her car door to peer in at her.

She's got the back seat torn out, a soft mattress taking up the raised stage area there. Likely some storage underneath. Instead of a passenger seat, a neat little shelf houses a cooler and a hot plate along with some kitchen essentials, from which she's grabbed a knife. He chuffs a laugh, breath steaming the window. He sniffs along its seal, wondering how long she's been hiding away in this paltry den. Few weeks, maybe. A month. She must be cold, poor rabbit, no bucks to keep her warm. She looks on the verge of tears now, and he lowers in sympathy. He should clear out, let her be, but he's addicted to the way her chest rises with each labored breath. He wants to nuzzle there, let her run her fingers through his hair as he kisses and bites and-. Oh, that's human. He wants to be human for that. Good. Means he doesn't really want to eat her.

Still, always good to leave an impression.

So he stalks around the Jeep for a while longer, careful to keep his movements as calm and non-threatening as they can be. She loosens up eventually, drops her knife when it's obvious he's not going to roll her little house right over. He wonders why she hasn't driven off yet and then spots her keys on the ground next to her rapidly cooling bath water. Bad luck, that. He debates waiting her out just so he can show he's trustworthy, but he figures she's got a whole den, and he's got a car park so he'd probably lose that venture. Ah well, he has her scent now. He'll be able to find her again. For good measure, he marks her car, chuffing in laughter when he can hear her complain about it. He hides in the tree line after he leaves. She waits another half hour or so before cautiously opening her hatch and retrieving her items, dumping the soapy water on the gravel. Illegal, that, but at least it's not the grass. Once she has her keys, she doesn't hesitate to pull out. John lingers close to the road and watches her watching him as she passes, her eyes more curious than scared now. Brave rabbit. Smart rabbit. Juicy little thing.

Part two>>

#christ this is mortifying why is it that posting here seems way scarier than ao3?#bearshifter!price #captain john price x reader #john price x reader #captain john price x you #john price x you #fatted rabbit

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