#zombie aftermath challenge

[commitmentissue]

zombie aftermath challenge - adjusted

i'm absolutely obsessed with all things zombie related, and i've always been dying to try the apocalypse challenge. it looks extremely fun, but i find the original challenge to be a little too hard for my play style, and the aftermath challenge a bit too short. so here's my version of it based off the original apocalypse challenge and this one from cannibalcupcake. the biggest change i've made is that there are much less restrictions. if it's not listed as a restriction, you can do it. my challenge is also a little different, because it gets slightly harder as you move on. there's also only 5 generations because there's really only so much you can do until you're just playing a regular legacy again. i would highly recommend playing with vector if you want actual zombies, along with this mod and this one if you want weapons to kill them. you may use any other violence/weapon mods if you wish. if not, you may use cheats to get around killing them or any sims. this is pretty long, so everything is included under the cut 🧟‍♂️

to start off with, any surviving sims and heirs must have at least one survival trait. if they get any non-survival trait, they must be killed off when they reach young adult. you may only choose the founder's traits, the rest of your sims have to be randomized. any other traits not listed are fine, i tried to go with what the original list had and my own personal opinions on what would work.

survival traits

-adventurous -angler -athletic -brave -daredevil -disciplined -eccentric -eco-friendly -family oriented (all sims who give birth must have this trait, if they do not, they must be killed off after giving birth. the children may survive) -gatherer -genius -green thumb -handy -kleptomaniac -light sleeper -lucky -natural cook -never nude -nurturing (they may also have this instead of family oriented, but same rules apply) -perceptive -technophobe -vegetarian

non-survival traits

-absent minded -brooding -clumsy -coward -hates the outdoors -heavy sleeper -insane -loser -neurotic -couch potato -hot-headed -over-emotional -unlucky -unstable

stage zero - infection

the world as we know it has fallen- no more electricity, no more jobs, no more people. there's zombies roaming around, after all. however, you managed to survive the end of the world, and now it's up to you to rebuild it.

to survive stage zero;

start off with two young adult sims, can have any traits but must have at least one survival trait. these will be the only sims whose traits you can choose, so pick wisely!

must live in a fenced in lot, if a sim leaves the lot for any reason besides an expedition or killing loitering zombies, they must be killed off

must grow your own food, there's no supermarket

must produce a surviving heir, have has many kids as you need to until you can do this. you also must try for a baby every time your sims want to woohoo

your sims may not have a job or be self-employed. money is obsolete now. you cannot sell anything in your inventory

you cannot interact with any sims outside of the family, they're all zombies!

cannot use any electricity. a stove and refrigerator are fine, they just have to be the cheapest one, you also cannot upgrade anything to unbreakable. you cannot repair or replace anything unless your sim is handy or has mastered the handiness skill. once it breaks, it's gone.

if you can justify something as battery powered, it is allowed, but if it breaks it cannot be fixed or replaced

may use plumbing, but no showers (yes, even the outdoor shower unless you don't like mods). sponge baths only. same rules as electricity

may go on expeditions outside the lot once a week, but once you have children only one sim may go outside until you get a teenager

this stage will be completed once your heir has aged up to a young adult.

stage one - lawless land

you and your family thought you had this survival thing down, until other survivors came pouring into town. now you have to defend yourself not just from the zombies, but from other people as well.

to survive stage one;

your heir must join the criminal career and until they are level 5, they must pay a $300 tax to the gangs every week

you may only marry and talk to other sims in the criminal career

you can only join the thief branch, your sim isn't the big bad guy

you can no longer use any plumbing or electrical items, the gangs have tainted the water and have completely shut off all power

can still go on weekly expeditions, but now you must roll a die on whether or not the sim will die. even for life, odd for death

you may also only leave during the night now, as the gangs patrol the streets

you can only have two children, but if neither survive you can try again. your sims must try for a baby every time they woohoo, so be careful, any extra children must be killed off

master the athletic skill

master the logic skill

reach the top of the criminal career

this stage will be completed once you have topped the criminal career and your heir has aged up to a young adult.

stage two - military power

you grew up knowing that all hope was lost and the past was in the past, until one day the military rolled into town and announced they were taking over. they've vowed to wipe out all the zombies across simlandia, but can you really trust them?

to survive stage two;

your heir must join the military career, and until they reach the top of the career they must pay a weekly $100 tax for each sim in the household (5 sims = $500)

you may only marry and talk to other sims in the military career

you may now use plumbing again, but only from 2PM-5PM

you can use electricity after reaching level 5 in the career, the military provides you with a generator. they must be the cheapest items

you can now use the cell phone again, but only for calls (treat it like a walkie-talkie or radio)

all food must be rationed, you can only keep 5 of each type of produce/meat. the rest must be 'donated' to the military (aka just throw it out, no selling!)

you can have as many kids as you want, but keep the taxes in mind. you can still only try for a baby when woohooing

you may now go on as many expeditions as you'd like at any time of day, but you still must role a die on your chances. even for life, odd for death

master the athletic skill

master the handiness skill

this stage will be completed once you have topped the military career and your heir has aged up to a young adult.

stage three - the cure

the military has announced that the only way to get rid of the zombies is to set off bombs. but this means you and your family could die, and all that they've worked for will be destroyed. it's up to you to save simanity.

your heir must join either the medical or science careers, but these are no longer jobs- you are a volunteer and money earned must be given back to the career of your choice. you can save $50 each payday

every promotion you get you must roll a die to decide if you lived or died while attempting to create the cure. even for life, odd for death. after 3 successful attempts, the cure has been made

you can now marry and talk to sims outside of your career, but no one from the military

plumbing is now unrestricted

electricity is now unrestricted, but you can still only use the cheapest items

sims no longer need family orientated/nurturing to give birth now that the hospital has been set up. you also no longer have to try for a baby every time they want to woohoo

food is no longer rationed, but you don't trust the meat the military provides. your family must be vegetarian (does not need the trait)

have as many children as you can, you're trying to repopulate and also make sure someone else can take over for you in case you fail at creating the vaccine

master gardening skill

master handiness skill

this stage will be completed once you have successfully created the cure and your heir has aged up to a young adult.

stage four - survival of the fittest

your parent's cure has been spread around the world, and the zombies have been wiped out. the world is ready to return to normal, but what is normal? you were born into a world of survival, you don't know anything else.

your heir may now join any self-employed career

your sims will no longer need to be killed off for having a non-survival trait, but they must be kicked out at young adulthood

all plumbing and electricity has been fixed and you can now afford nicer things- but do you really want them at this point?

your sim must live off the land, no buying things from stores, you don't trust anything from outside your own garden or what you've caught yourself

you can leave the lot whenever you want and no longer need to worry about rolling a die- it's safe outside!

do not get married

master gardening, inventing, and fishing

reach level 5 in 3 other skills of your choice

raise a spoiled child, they don't have to worry about their life anymore, so they're nothing like you. do not have a close relationship with your children

as an elder, move to a city to see what the new world has become. it's up to you what to do next

this stage will be completed once your heir dies.

and then that's it! you're welcome to continue the legacy past this however you'd like, but that's where i'm going to end it at. if you try this challenge you can @ me, i'd love to see it 💚 any feedback is much appreciated

#ts3 #sims 3 challenge #ts3 challenge #zombie aftermath challenge #zombie apocalypse challenge #i made this more for myself but my friend inspired me so i decided to share it :3c

[sammyshuno]

#zombie aftermath challenge #huxley bones #simone bones #simblr #sims #ts4 #sims 4 #sims 4 gameplay #ts4 gameplay #ts4 legacy #sims 4 legacy #ts4 story #sims 4 story #pregnancy tw #tw pregnancy

[plant-sim]

#wow this quality... is not it #let me know if the GIFs work for you #because i want to post more GIFs but I'm still experienting #i want to start posting my zombie apocalypse gameplay again #i miss those sims #ts3 gameplay #sims 3 #zombie aftermath challenge #ts3 #ts3 gif #gif

[meefalo]

Dead End Save 1.0 by @florwalsims

#ts4 #sims 4 #ts4 scenery #ts4 maxis match #sims 4 scenery #sims 4 maxis match #zombie aftermath challenge #za: peachwellow #za: stage zero #deadendsave

[resurrectonomitron]

um excuse me? i like how tuesday just looks mildly inconvenienced at this point

#the sims 4 #sims 4 #ts4 #zombie aftermath challenge #bucklezac #buckle4

[enchantedbarnes]

Recommendations #2 💌

Well hello again. Just in case you make your way through my first list, here's some more reading material for you 😉

I went digging to find some past gems - these lists are also partly selfish so I can go back and re-read them easily.

💖 Thank you to all of these creators for all the writing you've shared with us. I very much appreciate all of you! 💖

And to all you readers out there, I hope you enjoy and send some love to all of these beautiful writers 🥰

If you haven't already, you can check out my first Recommendation List - Here ❤️‍🔥 make sure they get all of the love too

xo

Caught In The Fire by @dreamwritesimagines

Pairing: Mobster! Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: In a city ruled by gangsters, nothing is ever simple.

Delicate Edges by @wkemeup

Pairing: Bucky x reader (Biker!AU)

Summary: Your family’s beloved flower shop was not the only thing you inherited when your parents passed. Trapped under a mountain of debt to the Hydra club, you bear the cost of your father’s desperate bargain. It’s only in moments when the charming Bucky Barnes walks into your shop that you can forget the cruelty of the biker clubs of this town. But a war is brewing. The border is crumbling. You're trapped in the middle. And Bucky will stop at nothing to keep you safe.

Sunrise by @wkemeup

Parings: Bucky x Reader (veteran!bucky x librarian!reader)

Summary: After an explosion takes his arm and his only sense of belonging, Bucky is discharged from active duty and sent back to civilian life. Left with a storm of unchecked guilt, Bucky is content to live out the rest of his days in the hollow comfort of the dark. This is, until Sam drags him down to the local VA and he meets you. (Modern AU)

In the Embers by @foreverindreamlandd

Pairing: Firefighter!Bucky x Fem!Plus Size!Adopted Rogers!Reader

Summary: It’s been years since you’ve been home, and you didn’t expect it to be in the aftermath of your life falling apart. Though much has changed over time, one thing has stayed the same: Bucky Barnes is still the boy next door, and there’s no running from him now.

Awake My Soul by @foreverindreamlandd

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x F!Reader

Summary: It's been five years since the zombies started invading, and despite everything you've been through, you've survived up until this point. And now you must survive your most dangerous challenge yet...the grumpy, untrusting, captivating Bucky Barnes.

Check out their Bucky masterlist 😍 -> Here

Beneath the Milky Twilight by @bucksangel

Pairing: Ceo!Bucky Barnes x Personal Assistant!Reader (Sugarbaby!AU)

Summary: Being Mr. Barnes’ personal assistant has been tough, balancing a full time job while taking care of your younger brothers has you running yourself thin. Then, things take a sharp turn after a dinner with your boss when you disclose your financial situation.

‘The Road Goes Ever On and On’ by @rocketrhap3000

Pairings & Characters: Bucky Barnes x singlemom!reader, Natasha Romanoff, Sam Wilson (eventually), and OC three year old Jasper :)

Summary: Life as a single mother of a three year old certainly has its struggles. But when a sweet stranger makes his way into you and your little boy’s life, a one of a kind connection sparks. 

Yours, Mine, Ours by @coffeecatsandcandles

Pairing: singledad!Bucky Barnes x singlemom!pediatrician!Reader

Summary: Bucky Barnes has been raising his girls, Rebecca and Winnie, for the last two years. He'd lost all hope of falling in love again until he met you, a pediatrician with two children of your own- Elliot and Willow. He falls in love and he falls hard, but the challenges of being single parents still weigh on you both at times. Luckily, you'll always have each other.

Also you need to go read their entire Masterlist

Mob!Bucky x Fairy Masterlist by @kinanabinks

Pairing: 18+ | Mob!Bucky x Best Friend!Reader

the adventures of bucky and his little fairy.

Appointments by @noctumbra (prev buckycuddlebuddy)

Pairing: tfatws!bucky barnes x reader

Summary: in which bucky gets a fuck buddy and rediscovers his body’s needs and himself in the twenty-first century.

We Fell in Love in October by @noctumbra (prev buckycuddlebuddy)

Pairing: farmer!bucky barnes x reader

Summary: in which october brings love for bucky with his favorite season surrounding him.

As It Was, Baby (AO3) by @nexusnyx

Pairing: Neighbor Bucky x Reader

Summary: Living right across from James Barnes was certainly an experience, but a much different one than most people expect. A neighbour who is respectful, funny and brings you food every now and then is any girl's dream. Too bad you're only his neighbour and nothing else. Or, at least, that's what you thought.

One stormy night changes everything and discovering that you mean more to the Sargent than you expected has life-altering consequences.

Bring Me to Life by @nameless-ken

Pairing: Dad!Bucky x reader

Summary: Bucky is a struggling single father trying to take care  of his daughter when a stranger welcomes them into her home and brings a gentle love back into their life.

Masterlist for nameless-ken -> Here

Unexpected by @nameless-ken

Pairing: Bucky x reader

Summary: Our mutual friend dropped out of this trip at the last minute, so hi I guess we’re spending the next two weeks together.

The Bienville by @indyluckycharlie

Pairing: Modern AU Bucky Barnes x Reader

(Island/CEO!AU)

Summary: Bucky is the young CEO of his family’s publishing house. A year into the role and working his ass off, he’s finally taking a much needed vacation (upon the advice of his well-meaning family and friends).

Solo and feeling a little lost, Bucky finds himself getting a little attached to the front desk receptionist, a local who grew up on the islands and dreams of bigger things.

All You Need by @barnesafterglow

Pairing: publisher!bucky x author!reader

Summary: just after finishing college and your first novel, you meet bucky barnes - a friend of a friend, a publisher, and hopefully something more

No Day But Today by @buckysfaveplum

Pairing: bucky barnes x artist!female reader

Summary: bucky finds himself enamored with the girl upstairs who paints on the fire escape.

(loosely inspired by mimi and roger from rent)

Brotherhood and Bullets Masterlist by @rookthorne

Pairing: Biker!Bucky Barnes x F!Reader

The 107th motorcycle club has been the protector of their collective hometown for many, many years - shouldering all the bloodshed and loss that came with it. Little did you know, you'd become the President's own twisted version of an angel on his shoulder; the tips of your angelic wings tinged red by your own demons.

Check out rookthorne's full masterlist -> Here

The Old Man's Grocery Order (AO3) by yarnforbrains

Pairing: James "Bucky" Barnes/Reader

Summary: The grocery order was the same every week, and every week it came with the same instructions: Don’t ring the bell. Leave it and go.

It wasn’t the most polite message, but that’s about what you expected from someone with a grocery list like this...You figured it was an older man.

Our Home to Heal by @subwaysurf45

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: working at the VA, you’ve found your place. helping people in the sobriety unit as well as cooking for the food bank, the VA had everything for you. Bucky Barnes has a not-so-good first impression but after dealing with a dark recent past he finds you to help him heal. 

Snow by @delaber

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: Tired of your constant bickering, Sam sends you and Bucky on a mission alone. When the worst possible outcome happens and you’re forced to spend several days together in a small cabin, you finally get to see a different, more pleasurable side to the man whose flesh you’ve always had a thorn in.

Finding Home by @jobean12-blog

Pairing: Beefy!Bucky x reader (Animal Rescue AU)

Summary: You meet Bucky while he’s out walking Alpine in the city. It’s love at first sight and to make it even better he just opened up an Animal Rescue, Shelter to Solider.  But will his past stand in the way of him finally finding his home. 

Stud and Smartie Universe by @navybrat817

Pairing: Mechanic Roommate!Bucky Barnes x Female Reader (Stud and Smartie)

AU Summary: You're crazy about your handsome roommate. Luckily, he feels the same way about you.

Your Hands Have Made Some Good Mistakes by @thenhewaswrongaboutme

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Female Reader

Summary: Bucky has to spend six months locked up with a stranger. His teammates went on an international press tour and left him behind. They hired someone to supervise him, per the conditions of his pardon— a roommate, they said. A roommate?

Happy New Year

and Happy Reading!

(Dividers by saradika)

#my recs #fic recommendations #bucky barnes fanfic #bucky barnes fanfiction

[pixelbots]

Enter the apocalypse...I am once again attempting the zombie aftermath challenge! You may remember me doing this around 2017 when I started this blog but was never able to finish it. This time, I will be redoing the challenge from the beginning, stage zero, to suit my current style. The challenge will run for 4 generations. 

Stage Zero: My founders are Paco, a seasoned angler, his badass wife Maxine, and their dog Honor. The main goals for this generation are basically to survive, grow our own food, and procreate! During this time, the couple can’t be turned and only their future children are at risk. Here’s hoping I can commit till the end! 

#aftermath challenge 2.0 #stage zero #ts3 #sims 3

[deadbyoffering]

25 things that the killers (mainly Mr. Carter) are not allowed to do 

Due to the “chainsaw Myers incident,” killers are not allowed to steal or borrow a another killers weapon or power for trials. Yes, it was awesome, but it puts an unfair advantage to the survivors.

The Legion are not allowed to steal Jeffrey’s bottles and make them into Molotov cocktails than claim it’s their new power rework.

Just because Mr. Carter is called The Doctor and have medical knowledge, doesn’t mean he’s a license doctor or thee doctor or the best doctor there ever was. He’s not allowed to claim so.

Mr. Carter is not allowed to ask the survivors if any would volunteer for any kind of his experiments outside their campsite.

Killers are not allowed to play dark souls boss music when there’s a brawl or argument between killers. No, not even music from Spongebob.

Just because Miss Mora was a close associated with crows, doesn’t mean she’s their handler and hold responsibility for anything they do.

Lisa is not allowed to “borrow” Mikaela’s “Book of Spells” to improve her power. May that monstrosity clone of yours be a lesson on using someone else’s magic without approval.

Mr. Carter is no longer allowed to assist Mr. Jeffrey with his “improvements” of his concoctions and formulas. Don’t ask.

Telling new arrivals that you can tame The Demogorgon with a tummy rub and rat meat is right out.

The Shape is not to be taunted with. Go ahead and see what happens on your accord.

The Nemesis's zombies are not toys, practice targets or crash dummies.

Mr. Carter and Mr. Jeffrey are not allowed to interact without the presence of a responsible overseer. Mr. Morrison does not count as a responsible overseer. Nor does Mr. MacMilian. Or Mr. Johnson. In fact, let's just keep the two of apart, period.

Mr. Hak's knives are not be construct into any kind of cosmetic. Yes Miss Lavoie, your earrings and spiked jacket are impressive, but both have been confiscated.

Mr. Johnson's camera is only for Mr. Johnson’s personal use only not the following: Shooting photo shoots, selfies, pictures of the wildlife and [Redacted]. Really?

Mr. Carter is no longer allowed to host game night, trivia night, movie night and any group activities of sort with his colleagues. Not even if you ask nicely. Or even with the survivors.

Mr. Carter is no longer allowed to argue with historical events with killers from the time period that the events took place. It was three days to clean up the aftermath from your argument with Tazan about the “Fall of the Samurai in Feudal era.”

No one is not allowed to declare war on any animal, thing or even The Entity (Me).

The Legion No one is not allowed to contribute to this list. That is not a challenge.

Mr. Carter is not allowed to go to fan conventions. Let alone use them as recruitment for volunteers for his experiments. Not even [Redacted] conventions.

"For The Entity" is not an acceptable justification for any decision. Unless I required you to do.

Yes, forum trolls are annoying. No, they don't automatically become Survivors.

Mr. Quinn is no longer allowed to offer the solution of “Use more guns" to any problem. Or "Get bigger guns."

Mr. Carter is not allowed to organize authorize or create in any form a “Dead by Daylight Derby”, staring the Demogorgon, Maurice the Horse, Talbot Grimes, Victor Deshayes, The Legion, The zombies, Kazan Yamaoka and Meg Thomas.” No…Just no.

Joey is not allowed to get on the PA system and announce to the survivors that he just won “The Game”. You know what, Joey is just never allowed on the PA system for any reason, ever.

The Legion is not allowed to arrange, schedule, advertise, promote or sell tickets to "cage matches" between The Executioner and anybody.

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[day6source]

Day6: “The last three years was the time of self-reflection”

The South Korean band tell NME about their new mini-album ‘Fourever’ and how time away from the stage has reignited their love for music

by Crystal Bell

In late-October, just hours after his discharge from the South Korean Navy, Kim Wonpil quietly resumed his idol duties. Sitting in the back of a van, still wearing his green military uniform, the sentimental Day6 member turned his head toward the camera beside him, softly touched his hand to his heart, and exhaled. “I’m really really really really happy,” he expressed. “Thinking about the four of us standing on stage… I think it would feel like something new.” It did feel new, in a way, but also the same. Upon reuniting in the studio in November, Sungjin, Young K, Wonpil and Dowoon – fresh from their respective military conscriptions and solo endeavours – fell back into a familiar rhythm, working on what would become their first album in three years, and their first album as a foursome, aptly titled ‘Fourever’. The music came naturally, as it almost always does for Day6, but their perspectives had shifted.

All that time away from the stage, away from one another, had reignited their passion for the band and redefined what it meant to each of them. The mini-album’s seven tracks reflect the aftermath of their soul-searching. “What we wanted to show was who we are at this moment,” Young K tells NME. And at this moment, amid an evening round of press interviews in Seoul, “It feels like we’re superstars,” drummer Dowoon jokes in English, always one to lighten the mood. Leader Sungjin, steady under pressure, veers the conversation in a more sensible direction, adding: “What we are at the moment is the band that does their best and will always do their best.” (Spoken like a man who says his idea of happiness is “a regular day full of mundane contentment”.) For Wonpil, this moment couldn’t come soon enough. As the last member of Day6 to enlist, the honey-voiced instrumentalist felt the weight of his members’ absences greatly. “I’ve been waiting for this day since I was in the military, before my release from the service,” Wonpil says. “I’ve been ready, and I’m really happy that this is happening right now.”

From the very first lyric of the album opener ‘Welcome to the Show’, it’s clear that this project is a reintroduction of sorts. “I’m so moved by the stage / That I won’t be alone any longer,” Young K sings, his voice wrapping around the melody with a newfound warmth. The song was the final addition to the album, having come together in an hour or two before being rewritten and reworked by Young K. But the essence remained the same. “There will be challenges in everybody’s lives,” Wonpil says of the song’s message. “But I hope this song, or maybe Day6, can help you overcome them.” Unlike some of the band’s more melancholic singles – the unbearable heartbreak of ‘You Were Beautiful’ and the timely existentialism of ‘Zombie’ come to mind – ‘Welcome to the Show’ is sonically brighter and lyrically sweeter and more affirming. Its anthemic sound was inspired by Young K’s experience on the summer festival circuit last year. “When I was going around, doing all the shows and performing songs like ‘Best Part’ or ‘Time of Our Life’, songs that make people jump and sing along, I felt like we needed that kind of track,” he says. ‘Welcome to the Show’ delivers on that front, aided by Dowoon’s thumping precision and a resonant pre-chorus chant that unites all four voices. “Usually, that kind of chant comes after the chorus, like a post-hook,” Young K describes. “It was our challenge to put it at the beginning of the chorus.” The band welcomed these challenges while making the record, together with their longtime collaborator Hong Ji-sang. “We were half excited and half fearful,” Dowoon smiles, describing the in-studio atmosphere by evoking their 2017 song ‘I Smile’. After years suspended in liminality, they wanted this mini-album to represent the here and now. “When we were writing this album, all of the songs were what we just wanted to try at the moment,” Young K says. They didn’t go in with any creative directive; their only goal was to “write good songs” and see what throughline emerged. After all, they’re not the ones who choose the single – they leave it to JYP Entertainment‘s top brass to decide. (If it were up to them, the members all have a particular fondness for ‘Happy’, a song that’s perhaps more in line with Day6’s signature bittersweet ethos.) “We just write the message or lyrics that suit the song the most,” the bassist explains.

The passage of time is a constant throughout. ‘Get The Hell Out’ wonders what life would be like if they could outrun the past (“time, hurry up and run fast / until you become a speckle far away”), while standout track ‘Sad Ending’ depicts the crumbling ruins of a relationship (“love’s expiration date has already passed”). And then there’s the closer “Didn’t Know,” a strumming ballad written that revisits the past with a new perspective (“I keep looking back at what can’t be reversed”). It makes sense that time would be at the forefront of their minds – the time they missed being together, the time they reclaimed for themselves while apart and the finite amount of time that hangs over every idol’s head in the K-pop industry. “The last three years was the time of self-reflection,” Sungjin says. Onstage, his voice bursts forth with grit and power; in person, he’s much softer. Before he enlisted in 2021, the guitarist took an extended hiatus from group activities in 2020 due to anxiety. It’s been four years since he’s performed with Day6, but the time away from the stage has allowed him to fall in love with performing again – and do so on his terms. “I think since I made my debut, I kind of lived to serve others. I put others before me. But for the last three years, I solely focused on myself. I thought a lot about myself, and I learned a lot about myself, and I grew as a result. I focused on discovering what my desires are and what I want at the moment, and I pursued it – I just did it.” Within that time, Young K, Wonpil and Dowoon debuted their sub-unit Day6 (Even of Day), releasing two projects in 2020 and 2021. Young K also went solo with the mini-album ‘Eternal’ later that summer before enlisting. Upon his return, he jumped back into songwriting, dropping his first full-length album ‘Letters with Notes’ in late 2023, while also penning tracks for K-pop acts like NMIXX, Jo Yu-ri and H1-KEY. He even performed at festivals with the sole focus of promoting Day6. “I learned a lot and thought a lot and experienced a lot,” he says. “It made me realise how much I want to do this.” “There has been growth, musically,” Young K adds. “While I was doing solo stuff, I would think about how to improve and how to put a Young K stage together. I tried to bring all of that into Day6. I really thought about how I could contribute what I learned from my individual work to the band. My main focus was promoting who we are, promoting Day6 by putting the name Day6 out there. To do that, I’m doing as much as I can, hoping that if people know who Young K is, then they’ll discover Day6. You don’t have to [choose] me as a bias…” he laughs. “Just please listen to Day6!”

Despite his obvious longing for the stage, Wonpil, who released his studio album ‘Pilmography’ in early 2022, found purpose in his service work. “There were a lot of long, strenuous activities involved but also meaningful work,” he says. “For example, I volunteered with the USS Nimitz-class aircraft carrier members.” Of course, working on ‘Fourever’ made him realise how much he “really, really, really loves Day6”. (And Overwatch, Young K teases.) Meanwhile, Dowoon, in addition to raising his plants (“They’re like my children,” he says in earnest), started asking himself more philosophical questions, thinking more deeply about himself, and getting introspective. “I spent a lot of time thinking about my place in the world and where I would be needed the most,” he says. “That thought led to an unhealthy state of mind, but I had a lot of time to ruminate on it, and in the end, I learned to love myself.” It’s why ‘Fourever’ is such a significant title for this chapter of their story. It’s more than the culmination of a four-year journey or a nod to their fans, My Day, who are celebrating their fourth anniversary. “It feels whole,” Young K says. In the music video for ‘Welcome To The Show’, there’s a scene in which Sungjin, Young K, Wonpil and Dowoon perform while looking at one another, their bodies turned inward with smiles on their faces. Like the endless knot featured on the album’s cover, it symbolises a sense of harmony and interconnectedness, an unbreakable bond tied in unity. At this moment, the four members of Day6 say, “It feels complete.”

#sungjin #young k #wonpil #dowoon #day6 #day6 even of day #park sungjin #kang younghyun #brian kang #kim wonpil #yoon dowoon #fourever #album: fourever #day6: interview #240404

[sammyshuno]

Chickens and grubs for the apocalyptic homestead. 🐔🐛

#zombie aftermath challenge #simblr #sims #ts4 #sims 4 #sims 4 gameplay #ts4 gameplay #ts4 legacy #sims 4 legacy #ts4 story #sims 4 story

[matchalovertrait]

welcome to 2024

thank you for the tag, @dumplingtrait!

what’s your resolution for your simblr?

♡ post a lookbook here and there! maybe with a simself and more sims based on anime characters (Mikasa Ackerman, Tohru Honda, Misa Amane) ♡ get to at least generation three in the Alegría legacy! that'd be the furthest i would have ever gotten in a legacy challenge lol. on my old simblr, i technically got to gen 3 in the bridges legacy, but i never really got to play with the gen 3 heir. gen 3 in the joy of life challenge is about turning into a vampire, but i'm not really a fan of occults in the sims 4, so i'll just have a cool goth kid be the heir for that gen ♡ try out a zombie challenge! i still need to find a set of rules to follow, but i found a mod that i reallllyy want to play with. i tried the zombie aftermath challenge in the sims 3 and i loved it so much, i wish i got to make it further than gen 1

what do you want from the sims franchise?

♡ i think some more skills and hobbies for kids would be nice, as well as more things in general for the elder sims ♡ the ability to copy and paste makeup for several outfits!!!!!!!!!! please ♡ cars would be nice, maybe only in some of the worlds tho

any other new years resolutions?

♡ take more pictures of my cute outfits cuz i look so cute but i need to learn how to pose ♡ find a hairstyle that suits me?????? i'm struggling so much ong, i need to redye it back to a gingery color too. the color faded out lol ♡ read at least 40 books (that's my goal on goodreads but ik a lot of that is gonna be mangas) ♡ discover more mussssiiiiiccccc, i love it so much ♡ keep in touch with my friends! ♡ start working out again!!!! over the summer, i played just dance as part of my routine and it was so much fun. i was gaining some muscle haha ♡ make $$$$$$$$$$ and continue to be mindful of microtrends. i think it's okay to be trendy, but i use them as a way to find new things i like! i still have and wear so many things from years and years ago

i had so much fun doing this! i tag: @linalinsims, @berrycactus, @lynnella, @limeysims, @gaeulssimmer, @chechecocoleche, @hyliedavenport, @catfairysstuff, @miralure, and @rabbitwish

you guys don't have to do this if you don't want to :)

#nonsims #about me

[meefalo]

Camille and Fletcher made it to a stable in Millhaven, grateful to escape with their lives. They didn’t have much with them - everything and most of everyone else was gone. Dead End Save 1.0 by @florwalsims  My family gameplay save with them disappeared and I don’t have any back-ups.

#sims 4 #ts4 #ts4 gameplay #ts4 maxis match #sims 4 gameplay #sims 4 maxis match #zombie aftermath challenge #za: peachwellow #za: stage zero #deadendsave

[resurrectonomitron]

and in the most anticlimactic way possible, the next roll was even which means the cure is complete. the apocalypse is over, the challenge is over!!

#the sims 4 #sims 4 #ts4 #zombie aftermath challenge #bucklezac #buckle4

[gardenofnoah]

for everything I know you wanted

my submission for the nothing breaks like a heart collab (courtesy of @tojiphilia and @arozaur, thanks for doing this <3)—this was a bit of a challenge! jean is very much my comfort character and i couldn't bear to leave it without a ~little~ bit of resolution, but the angst is here to party. wc: 3.2k cw: mentions of drinking, jean and reader are Big Sad, aftermath of a break up

It'd been a year.

A year since Jean forced himself to walk away from you—forced himself to look away from the expression on your face that had haunted his sleep every night since then. He remembered very little of what came after. His body had propelled him through the following 365 days that, to his mind, blended together in the same insignificant, aching dream that he couldn't quite wake up from. He felt like a zombie— looked like it, too, if Connie and Sasha's exchanged glances of concern were anything to go by. He didn't bother to defend himself. There was nothing to say.

His alarm—one in a series of several he'd taken to setting, a new bad habit he picked up—blared next to him for long enough that it became impossible to ignore. He heaved himself up from his mattress and surveyed the room. You'd be disgusted with him—there was no longer a discernable path on the floor leading to an exit. He'd done it on purpose—he had found your belongings among his own one too many times, and his solution was to make it so he could never find anything, which actually felt better, if he didn't look at the mess for too long. He didn't dare let Connie and Sasha see it. Not that they hadn't been imagining something similar.

He pulled himself to a standing position, groaning a bit at the movement. He didn't bother changing, didn't bother risking a glance in the mirror—he just stepped clumsily through the piles until his palms met the wood of the door. He rested his forehead against it for a beat, trying to rouse up the courage to face the company he knew he'd have in the living room when he opened it. It didn't work—it never did. They'd see right through him anyway.

"Hey, man," Connie greeted him from the couch, looking up from the video game he'd been playing with Sasha. Jean didn't bother asking how they'd gotten in—they'd been accomplishing soft break ins for the better part of the last year. He started leaving the door unlocked—it was easier that way. Sasha smiled at him gently, like she was afraid that anything more would break him. She was probably right. She held out a cup of coffee as an offering.

"Hey," Jean grunted out, taking the cup from her and leaning against the couch, watching over their shoulders.

"Any plans for the day?" Connie asked, and Jean wanted to scoff. Connie knew the answer already—a resounding no. He'd pretend anyway, for the sake of the delicate dance they all insisted on performing.

"Might go down to Green's, watch the game," he answered, and it was a half life. The bar down the street had been a small reprieve on the nights it'd gotten a little too hard to breathe around his grief. But those were most of them, and he knew to call it anything but a crutch would be a lie. Connie and Sasha looked at each other briefly, and Jean started to feel like a fox caught in a trap. Tired, scared, and angry at the inevitable. Poised to lash out in vain. It was only a matter of time.

"Listen, Jean—"

"Maybe we could all go!" Sasha exclaimed, loud and nervous, shooting a pointed glare at Connie, "that could be fun. We haven't all gone out in a while, it'll be like old—"

"No," Jean cut her off, and it was silent, then. He read the barely-concealed, startled expressions on both of their faces and tried to backtrack. "I mean, I appreciate it, but I think I'll go alone. Next time, yeah?"

They hesitated, glancing at each other again. Sasha smiled, and it was strained. "Sure," she said, but her eyes betrayed her, "whatever you want to do."

He moved through the rest of the day on autopilot and barely registered when Connie and Sasha saw themselves out. He realized it was 8 o'clock then, and he tried not to think about where the last 12 hours had gone as he pulled himself together just enough to pull one of his last remaining clean T-shirts and a stray pair of jeans on. He studied himself in the mirror for only the amount of time it took to confirm that he looked enough like a human being to be in public.

The air was cool, and he could admit that it was pleasant against his skin. At least it was, until it reminded him of you, as most things did. The reel in his mind replayed visions of you, the memories he kept tucked away for safekeeping—you stumbling a bit in front of him on the way home from the bar, his jacket half on your body and a declaration of love on your lips, aimed to gore him right through the heart. And you never missed—not even at the end.

He knew he hadn't been able to give you what you needed from him. He didn't miss your family's disapproving glances or under-handed jabs when you'd continuously shown up without a ring on your finger or a big announcement of a plan for the future to gush over at get-togethers. You'd been together for years, and it wasn't as if he'd never thought about it—it wasn't that he didn't fantasize about coming home to you everyday, or pressing kisses to the band wrapped around your finger, or hauling up a tiny human that looked like the best parts of both of you over his shoulders. He certainly had. But he was selfish, and he was too comfortable with the way you were together to interrupt it for something bigger. So he cut you loose, and had regretted it everyday since.

He went no contact with you after that, and there'd been nothing else in his life that had ever made him feel like a bigger coward. He couldn't read your messages, couldn't answer your calls, couldn't answer the door when you'd stood on the other side of it. There was no relief when you stopped calling, stopped texting, stopped knocking—there was just a void. It started in his chest and grew every day, like a poison that crept through his veins and rotted his soft tissue. He imagined the pain was similar.

He walked through the door of the bar, making a bee-line for the stool against the wall at the counter. He kept his head down—it was seldom that he saw anyone he knew here, but he did his best to lower the chances. He didn't need company to his own misery—even in his grief, he knew it was best to keep the fated lovers apart.

He ordered the cheapest beer on the menu and nursed it there in his corner, eyes straight ahead. The game was playing on the TV on the wall, but he didn't have the energy to watch. He just sipped and let the alcohol warm his insides until his body was weighted and numb. One less thing for him to feel.

He'd barely registered a presence next to him until the voice it was attached to injected itself directly into his nervous system.

"Whiskey neat, please."

He was frozen, bottle half-raised to his lips. It was several seconds before he could get himself to turn, knowing exactly who he'd find. And when he did, he wished he had never.

"Hi," you breathed, reflecting his own shock back at him.

It was all he could do to blink back at you, not quite understanding how you were there and real and still so heartbreakingly beautiful, standing next to him. His mind screamed at him to say something, to say anything, because he saw the beginnings of an emotion he was too familiar with on your face at his extended silence and he couldn't bear to relive that—

"Your hair," it came out strangled and he masked the grimace as best as he could, "it's longer."

The disappointment on your face punched him in the gut.

"Yeah, Jean," you sighed, looking down at your drink with a ghost of a smile that he never wanted to see again, "a lot changes in a year."

You both sat in silence then, you with your long hair and he in his guilt that ate him alive behind his bottle.

"How are you?" you asked, and he wondered if you really wanted to know.

"'M doing fine," a lie. You hummed, and he didn't know if it was out of doubt or in agreement. "How are you?"

There was a pause. "I'm drinking liquor on a Wednesday night by myself."

He felt sick at the hope that blossomed in his chest. His heart told him there was a chance you felt as he did—stuck in your grief, drowning it every night. But then he was just guilty, because if you did, then he put you there. So he stayed silent, eyes trained on the bottle in his hands.

"Can I ask you something?"

It startled him a little, but he nodded anyway.

"Why wouldn't you answer me?"

He looked at you then, and he saw it—saw the way you'd been mourning him, alone and angry and so tired. You were closed off to him but your eyes gave you away—they always had. What your body had locked away your eyes could never, and he winced, because it felt invasive—he was the cause of it, and here he was, looking too deeply into you. He wanted to apologize, and he wanted to tear himself open and pull out all of his pain and watch you cradle it in the palms of your hands. Just so you could see that he had tried to do right by you. So you could see how your ghost clung to his back and he hadn't even asked you to let go.

"Do you want to take a walk with me?" he asked after a moment of silence, and to his amazement, you nodded. You threw the rest of your drink back, face unchanged as you set the glass down on the bar. He felt the bile rise up in his throat at that, because you'd never been able to stand the burn of liquor before. But you'd told him things had changed. He was scared to know the ways in which they had.

It was dark out now, and considerably colder. You were silent as you walked, and he listened to the click of your boots against the pavement. You carried yourself differently, he noticed—there was a cold confidence to the straightness of your spine, and it made his heart ache. The hardness on your face felt so foreign. He took a deep breath.

"I thought it would be better," he started slowly, and it was as strained as it was cautious, "if I left you alone."

You stopped in your tracks at that, turning to look at him with such anger and such hurt that he fought the instinct to recoil.

"You thought...it would be better." You ground out, testing the words in your mouth, like you weren't sure if you wanted to spit them back at him. He nodded. You let out an incredulous laugh.

"So after years of being together, after years of loving you, you thought it would be better for me if you just up and left. Just like that."

He didn't have anything to say to that. He knew it was illogical, and cowardly at best. And at worst, well—he didn't have to ask to know what it was.

"Okay," you breathed, "so let me ask you this: was I a fucking joke to you?"

His eyes widened at that, because no, nothing about this, or you, was ever a joke to him—there was nothing funny about the way he'd been barely alive for the last year, sleeping only when he had to, because he couldn't stand to see you when he closed his eyes. Nothing funny about how the last pieces of him had bled out from his body, or how he watched them drip down the drain from a distance, wondering if it was better wherever they were going. Better than being tethered to him where he was.

"I mean, did you just get bored? Was I not enough for you?"

And every word broke him, because he couldn't stand how wrong you were, and he couldn't stand that you'd carried this version of your break up around with you for the last year. Couldn't stand that it was him who had made you do it.

"No, wait—"

"Was it really that easy? To just toss me aside like trash?"

"Please, let me—"

"Let you what? Tell me: what could've possibly been so bad that the best option was to leave me like that?"

It was startling, the rage that radiated off you in waves— or it would've been, had he not known the way he deserved every bit of your fury. He wondered if this had been a mistake—if it would've been better to end the conversation at the bar and walk away from you again. To choose not to hurt you like this. But he was a weak man, and he'd hurt you again, now. The knot in his throat left barely any room for an explanation, but he was resolute to try.

"I couldn't give you what you needed," he told you, and it was barely a whisper. For the first time, he couldn't read the expression on your face.

"What?"

"I couldn't—" he took a deep breath, and it shuddered, "give you the things you wanted. When we went home, I know it upset you—all those questions about marriage and kids. I didn't have an answer for 'em," he paused, looking down at his shoes, "I wanted you to be able to have the life that you deserved."

He couldn't look at you then, and the silence was deafening. He braced for something, for anything, but his head still snapped up when he heard the indignant laugh fall out of your mouth.

"Are you kidding me?"

He scanned your eyes, suddenly incredibly unsure how to proceed. He opted for silence.

"So you thought that I wanted marriage and kids, and that's why you left?"

He winced at the simplified version, like it hadn't been the hardest decision he'd ever made. But you were right, and he nodded.

"Jesus fucking Christ," you laughed, and it was pained. You tipped your head back, letting out a deep sigh. Then your eyes were back on him, and the shame told him to look away, but he couldn't.

"Jean, did you ever ask me what I wanted?"

And his heart dropped, because no, he hadn't. His silence was all the answer you needed.

"I wasn't upset, I was uncomfortable—uncomfortable, because I was also not ready for the things they were asking of us."

He was frozen. Helplessly, uselessly frozen.

"I knew—at least, I thought I knew—that I would marry you someday," you kept going, kept shredding his insides, "but that was so far removed from any list of priorities I had." You looked at him, and looked away.

"I just wanted you," you said quietly, and it shattered the last piece of him that had been holding on, "I was happy. I had what I'd needed."

He felt himself start to shake and he kept his eyes on the ground, because if he looked up, he would lose everything. Every bit of composure he'd been holding onto—the reasoning he'd clung to to justify the ways he'd hurt you—all of it was as flimsy as he was, and it frayed at the seams as his fingers grasped at it. The words tore up his throat before he could stop them—before he could think about the damage they would surely cause.

"Haven't been doing well," and it was the understatement of the century. He hoped you heard what he wanted to say. I love you. You've been haunting me. I know I deserve it. Your face pinched for a fraction of a second, and then it was blank again.

"Yeah," you scoffed, "me either."

The breeze kicked up and you shivered, and out of muscle memory he shrugged off his jacket, reaching over to drape it over your shoulders. He'd only realized what he'd done when he heard your sharp inhale.

"Oh," he said, reaching back for it, "I'm sorry, I wasn't thinking—"

"No," you gasped out, stepping out of his reach and pulling the jacket into you, "don't."

He paused in his movement when he realized what was happening— you were buckling under the weight of this, too, and he didn't know whether to push forward to help you lift it, or take it away from you entirely, freeing you from this—from him. He thought he’d be an idiot to decide that for you, though, so he stayed where he was, caught in the most devastating stalemate as he waited for your next move. You blinked rapidly, looking away from him as you pulled the jacket closer still.

"Did you love me?" you asked, and the wave of devastation that washed over him nearly did him in. He was irate that he'd ever made you question his love for you. He wanted to knock himself out. He wanted to do worse than that. Instead, he took in a shuddering breath, and took a small step toward you.

"I love you more than you will ever know."

Wide, watery eyes met his, and he fought the urge to reach out and pull you to him. His heart knocked against his chest at the tentative step you took forward.

"Don't," you told him, and it was broken, "don't say that if you don't—"

"I mean it."

Your eyes searched his face for a minute more, and then another, and he braced himself for the exit you'd sure be making. He wouldn't have blamed you. He was being cruel—crueler than he had ever been, and it was far too late. He couldn't undo the damage he'd caused.

There was nothing that could've prepared him for the way your body collided with his.

Instinctively, his arms wrapped around you, fingers weaving themselves in the hair at the back of your head. His eyes burned as he heard the way you choked out a sob into the fabric of his shirt. Jacket long forgotten on the ground behind you, you grabbed for him like he was a lifeline, and he held you tighter.

"M'sorry," Jean gasped out, pressing kisses to the top of your head, "I'm so sorry."

You let out a whimper that tore him apart. He couldn't believe he'd been so stupid—to have honestly felt that a life without you was one he could stomach, even if he thought it was for the best. He told you exactly that, whispered into your skin between kisses to your hairline as you cried. You both stood there in the street and he held you to him, rocking you gently. When the sobs that racked through your body subsided, you were silent save for the staggering breaths you took in, and you rested your forehead against his collarbone, hands fisted in his shirt. You breathed him in for the first time in a year, and your eyes burned again.

"I don't want to do this anymore, Jean," you whispered, and his arms tightened around you.

"What do you want?"

"You."

His heart constricted at the way you didn't have to think about it. It was the same answer he’d thought to himself everyday for the last year. That one word was the thing that pulled him over the edge of the cliff he’d been climbing. He tilted his head back, and felt the tears spill over. He felt the serrated edges of the rocks at the bottom pierce him from every angle.

"You have me," he croaked out, "you always will."

this fic belongs to me (@b-writes-things). i do not allow anyone to repost, edit, or reproduce this work.

#jean #jean kirstein #aot jean #jean angst #jean x reader #jean kirstein x reader

[mr-miss-anonymous]

Writing here and there, but I’ve got some fun zombie stuff to present. @rust-bearer you might like this one. Long story short, a cow goes missing and nobody really cares. Well, that is until Vortex’s horse goes missing, too (her name’s Slim Shady :3). Very very short, sort of a what-if plaything, open to potential future edits and additions and what not. Ehhh, enjoy.

“We’re missing a cow.”

The morning had been rather uneventful prior to that statement. First Aid paused midway through another bite of his grossly under-seasoned eggs to stare up at Brawl, who stared at Onslaught. Seemingly unbothered by the statement, Onslaught merely grunted in response before flipping to the next page of his newspaper.

“You hear me?” Brawl said, kicking off his shoes and leaving thick globs of dirt and mud in his wake as he walked over to stand in front of Onslaught. “We’re missing a cow.”

“Unlikely,” Onslaught said. He hardly even looked up from the paper, his eyebrows furrowed and mouth stretched in a grimace.

“I’m not stupid, Onslaught,” Brawl said, this time reaching down to snatch the paper from Onslaught’s hands. He tossed it aside before crossing his arms over his chest and huffing, his eyes narrowed in an attempt at seeming intimidating.

It was a bit of a challenge, given the tight, wrinkled flannel that clung to his frame and the scruffy layer of beard hair that covered over half his face. Despite his otherwise approachable appearance, however, Brawl’s general aura of disapproval (mostly due to him literally forcing Onslaught to pay attention) demanded Onslaught’s interest.

“Brawl,” Onslaught huffed, “they’re *animals*. They do as they please. The property’s fenced in, so if one of our milkers decided to go for a little adventure, it’s not the end of the world.”

“You say that now,” Brawl said, already turning to leave. “But what happens when this shit comes up again? If those walking carcasses over yonder somehow figured out a way in—“

“Hey,” Onslaught snapped. “We’ve got company present, remember?”

Brawl, still grumbling to himself as he slipped his boots back on, paused. He glanced up at First Aid, who tried to make it seem as though he hadn’t stopped eating just to listen to the entire exchange.

“Oh,” he said, sheepish and sullen. “Sorry, doc.”

“No harm done,” First Aid assured him.

Happy to go back to eating, as it was the only thing keeping him from accidentally getting involved any further, First Aid quickly finished his plate. He took brief glances in Onslaught’s direction every so often, curious to see if Brawl’s impromptu statement had actually seemed to bother him. From what he could tell, Onslaught didn’t seem any less worried than he had been before—and he hadn’t even been worried before.

There was plenty to do that morning, and while First Aid almost wished he could spare the time to help Brawl sort his dilemma (if only for his own curiosity), his schedule was nearly full already. Hoping not to disturb Onslaught, First Aid moved quietly and began working to clean the aftermath of that morning’s breakfast. As he scrubbed at a few plates, he stared out of the kitchen window, watching as Brawl trudged back towards the barn.

Missing an entire cow… weird.

* *

By that evening, First Aid had all but put the whole “missing cow” thing in the back of his mind. He himself often worried about the possibility of something or someone making it over the fence and past the safe guards the Combaticon family had put into place, but he had to admit, the likelihood of an *entire animal* going missing overnight without any trace seemed unlikely. Nevertheless, Brawl was in and out of the house all morning, then all afternoon, muttering to himself about the numbers of remaining livestock and occasionally cursing Onslaught when the eldest wasn’t around.

By dinner, things had seemed to settle. At least, that’s what First Aid had originally assumed. He had been in the middle of carefully spooning hot broth into each of his young kids’ bowls when the front door burst open, revealing a frazzled Swindle on the other side. Given his tendency to “lose his shit over the small stuff,” as Blast Off once described it, First Aid tried to ignore it at first. That was until Swindle, too, brought up the exact issue Brawl had been trying to discuss earlier that morning.

“Where’s number 206?” He demanded, eyes wide and hair sticking up in all different directions as though he’d been pulling at the ends in his desperation. “Every chicken, every goat, even the goddamn *horse* is accounted for, but we’re missing a *cow*.”

From the far end of the table, Onslaught sighed. It was a long, heavy sound accompanied by the drop of his spoon into his bowl and his fingers rubbing at the bridge of his nose. Before First Aid could intervene, Brawl cut in, all anger and little calm.

“You believe me now? Huh?” He snapped, banging a fist against the table. “I tried to warn you, those zombies are getting smarter, Onslaught. You think I was joking?”

“Oh my *god*,” Vortex groaned from the couch, “not this shit again. They’re *animals*, dumbass! They do whatever they want.”

“I don’t suppose you think getting gobbled up by some rot monster counts, do ya?”

“Both of you shut up!” Swindle said, having already tossed off his shoes (neatly, and on the mat by the door, which First Aid appreciated) and stormed over to join the table. “Shut up and listen for just a few seconds, will you? This is a serious matter, and—“

“That’s *enough*!”

All at once, the three bickering Combaticons fell silent. Onslaught waited a few moments before he continued, taking time to study each expression with an intimidating glare. After taking a deep breath, he spoke.

“That’s enough,” he repeated, quieter this time. “It’s getting late. I’ll check the barn for myself first thing in the morning, but until then, I want to hear nothing more about missing cows or other ridiculous speculations. Understood?”

Silent nods were all he received, and with a satisfied huff, Onslaught returned to his meal. First Aid was more than happy to do the same, having been left more than a little unsettled by the altercation. As he went back to carefully filling bowls of soup for each of the children (thank god the younger ones were asleep, he thought; they didn’t need to be present for that awkward conversation), Vortex hopped over the back of the couch and took the seat next to First Aid’s plate.

“Missing cow or no, who the hell cares?” He said, reaching for an empty bowl. “I think we can all agree that as long as Slim Shady doesn’t disappear on us, everything will be *just* fine.”

* *

“Slim Shady’s missing.”

The room was still dark when First Aid finally managed to open his eyes, and at first, he almost mistook Vortex’s looming form for some sort of lucid dream. He stifled a yawn and rubbed at his eyes, blinking slowly to rid himself of the drowsiness from having woken up in the middle of a sleep cycle.

“Wh… huh?” He rasped.

“Slim Shady is *missing*,” Vortex hissed, having reached out to give First Aid’s shoulder a firm shake. “I need you to help me go find her.”

“What are you—Vortex, it’s…” First Aid squinted at the clock to his right, the ticking hands nothing more than a blur in his sleepy state.

“A little after three,” Vortex said, “I know. But she’s missing, Aid. We gotta go find her.”

“Now?” He asked, making a final attempt at avoiding walking out into the cold night air in favor of staying in his sleeping back. “You mean, like… right now?”

“Right now,” Vortex nodded.

First Aid hardly had a chance to let the information fully sink in before he was being tugged to his feet and stumbling down the hall. God, he couldn’t imagine what kind of mess it would be out in the town at this hour… not that he had much of a choice in the matter. Maybe, if he was lucky, they’d figure out where the other cow had wandered off to while they were out. Maybe, if things went their way, they wouldn’t be searching for more than an hour.

Maybe…. Likely not, but maybe.

#first aid #combaticons #tf zombie au

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Hi! First off, GORGEOUS screenshots! I’m very intrigued by your zombie aftermath challenge and can’t wait to see how the story continues. Apart from what is already listed in your FAQ, are there any other mods or CC you’re using to improve the gameplay for this challenge? I’m assuming nraas vector at the very least? Did you make any changes to the rules to for a better experience? In the MTS thread several people were adjusting which traits count as survival traits, for example.

Thank you so much :)

I haven't really played much at all but I can say that this challenge really works well in ts3 not only because of the open world but also because it offers so much gameplay already that I hardly go out of my way to look for mods anymore. However, to further enhance the challenge, I highly recommend the following (for realism):

Arsil's napping mat for toddlers

Unrestricted sponge baths

Nraas Vector + Zombies

At the moment, I am closely following the rules except for the 0 household funds and no cars. I let my sims have at least one car, so they can get around town once a week to fish or look for resources.

#replies #wcif