Shiro frowns at the Prince standing in front of him, “Are you okay, Lotor?”
A smile makes its way on Lotor’s lips as he explains, “This is the happiest I’ve been in almost 10,000 years.”
“Wait,” Shiro pulls away slightly and raises an eyebrow, “You’re 10,000 years old?”
“Honestly, I’m not sure, but it feels like forever since I’ve felt…something.” Lotor identifies the shock and confusion on Shiro’s face, then feels his heart sink. “Is–is that a problem?”
Shaking his head and letting out a small laugh, Shiro leans in, “of course not.”
Here is the post that goes along with this!
I’m so excited for @lotor-week!!! I know this is OOC but remember that there are infinite universes in Voltron lol.
It’s not the 25th where I am, but its the 25th somewhere!
Please note: I am not from Sápmi myself and have researched the following information. If I have presented anything incorrectly, I would appreciate your comments.
What and where is Sápmi?
Sápmi lies mostly north of the Arctic Circle and spans four countries:
Northern Finland
Northern Sweden
Northern Norway
Northwestern Russia
It is not a separate nation, but rather a cultural and geographical region. Sápmi is home to the Sámi, the indigenous people of the region.
Nature & Climate
Very vast, sparsely populated landscapes. Tundra, forests, lakes, and fjords (especially in Norway)
Cold winters with lots of snow, short, mild summers
Northern Lights (Aurora Borealis) in winter
Midnight sun in summer
Flora & Fauna
Reindeer, moose, arctic foxes
Many species of birds
Plants are adapted to the harsh climate (e.g., mosses, lichens, dwarf birches). Mainly conifers: pines, spruces, but also aspens.
Okay, now we know that. Which TS4 world is well suited for this?
Find a world with lots of water. And one that has an open, mountainous landscape (or at least hills). I initially thought of Moonwood Mill, but Brindleton Bay could also work, or Granite Falls. Maybe Innisgreen or Copperdale? It's up to you. I decided on Gibbi Point. There are some large plots of land, plenty of water (for fishing, swimming, canoeing), and it snows in winter anyway.
How can I transform the world?
Two things are absolutely essential: Blowtorch Mod https://www.patreon.com/posts/blowtorch-for-ep-140567764 by simverses, so you can clear the world from all objects, and TOOL Mod https://www.patreon.com/posts/t-o-o-l-public-28887948?l=de by twistedmexi, so you can place your own/new objects. (I assume you are familiar with the basics.) And don't forget MCCC https://deaderpool-mccc.com/downloads.html! So you can produce as much snow as you need. After all, Sápmi is covered in snow from around October to May!
Which objects should I place so that it ends up looking like Sápmi?
Red, smaller wooden houses! Many houses in Sápmi are painted Falun red. The paint was cheap (a waste product from the copper mining industry). Other colors include yellow (mostly public buildings) and white. But all bright colors are naturally more visible in the snow. I used the debug items from Cats&Dogs, Adventure Awaits, and Highschool Years.
Extra tip: Nando has turned Tartosa into a wonderful world, named Sulavík! You can download the save file here: https://www.patreon.com/posts/sims-4-going-mod-125500913 Thanks to Nando, we have a range of small houses in different colors available. That's why I highly recommend downloading it. You'll also find a MODS FOLDER there, which contains the debug houses.
What else I placed: coniferous trees, a few things that make the world come alive (simple street lamps, parked cars, mailboxes, benches, few playground equipment, market stalls, etc.). But since Sápmi is sparsely populated and life revolves heavily around nature, there aren't too many things built by Sims here.
And how do I fill the lots with beautiful buildings?
Keep an eye out for amazing creations from other Simmers! There are so many incredible houses in the Gallery that I've found. Just try out different hashtags. Or build everything yourself :)
Finally
Do you have any tips or tricks? I would be grateful for any information about Sápmi and its culture, as I am not from there. I'm just trying things out myself and loving to learn about other cultures and ways of life.
A huge thank you to all creators out there! And to all of you who like and reblog my posts. <3
a/n: happy new year everyone! hopefully this year's gonna be better than whatever was going on in 2025
w/c: 934
Over the years, you’d gotten used to the sight of flowers withering around you. At first, it left a little dent în your heart whenever you witnessed the death of yet another small flower, regardless of what kind it was. Consequently, you started avoiding, when possible, being around such plants. What was the point, if they didn’t enjoy your presence?
That was what you’d explained to Leo, too, after he’d expressed the desire to give you a bouquet of lilies - your favourites, after asking around for a little bit -. It simply wasn’t worth it, risking the lives of such fragile and yet beautiful organisms, after they’d clearly specified your existence harms them. To Leo, however, it seemed like this disinterest of yours seemed to dissipate whenever you saw the girls around CHB being gifted bouquets for Valentine’s Day or their birthdays. It turned into something akin to longing, especially given how observant Leo had grown over the years, and he could tell that, despite everything, there still was a tiny part of you that wanted to experience this… rite of passage, almost. Being given flowers.
Which was what prompted him to surprise you. It was increasingly more difficult to catch a few moments alone with your dearest boyfriend, which was strange, given how he usually couldn’t go more than 2 hours without talking to you. But you were pretty sure it had been at least three days since you last saw him.
Percy had reassured you that he was just stuck on some project of his and needed some time alone to figure out the logistics of it, but you weren’t even ‘granted permission’ to see him! It was starting to get on your nerves, really, but you tried to brush it off. Leo did tend to be forgetful, after all, maybe that was simply what had happened.
A few days passed by like this. Resigned, you were simply trying to take your mind off things by spending a few minutes by the canoe lake. The sun hadn’t set yet, providing a picturesque scenery meant to soothe whichever wounded heart was brave enough to witness its beauty. The pristine waters were gleaming under the last beams of sun, the wind barely even grazing the grass below your feet.
Just as you were about to close your eyes and enjoy the silence, you heard footsteps in the distance. A distraught, exhausted Leo could be spotted out of the corner of your eye. Upon noticing how your gaze seemed to narrow, as you were likely about to scold him for his absence, he flashed you an apologetic smile. It was almost enough to forgive him. Almost. Oddly enough, he walked with his hands behind his back.
“Mi cielo! There you are! I’ve been looking everywhere for you,” he chimed, stopping just a few steps away from you.
You bit the inside of your cheek, crossing his arms over your chest. “Really? Because so have I, Leo, for the past couple of days. Mind telling me what that was all about?” Your almost dejected tone made him lower his gaze. He’d expected you to reprimand him, somehow.
“Um… well, I was just down at the workshop, you know how it is,” Leo mumbled, shooting what seemed to be an almost nervous glance, perhaps unusual coming from him. “And while I was there, I was just thinking ‘bout you, and… and I made these.”
With that, he revealed to you what he’d been keeping behind his back: a small bouquet consisting of 5 white lilies, but instead of their delicate structure, they seemed to hold a certain metallic gleam to them.
Noticing your surprise and reluctance, Leo, held them out to you. “C’mon, amore. They don’t bite. You don’t need to worry.”
And so, you shakily reached out to take the bouquet from him. Your eyes widened as you noticed that they seemed a bit heavier, and, most importantly, they were still… whole. Still white, instead of that lifeless brown after spending a few seconds in your proximity. You looked up at your boyfriend, perplexed, almost, without realizing that your eyes had started welling up with tears.
Leo, noticing how you’d gone quiet, softened. He reached out a hand to brush your hair out of your face. “I wanted to surprise you. It could’ve been… better executed, as you can probably tell, but, hey, they’ll never wilt,” he chuckled, his hand, calloused and a little scarred from days of handling gears, now resting on your shoulder.
“They’re perfect, Leo, don’t even start,” you shook your head, biting back your tears as your fingers brushed over the petals. The details, the creases of the leaves at the base, the stems that had been sculpted so carefully you couldn’t even tell they weren’t real, were it not for the cold metal beneath the paint. “They’re… I-I couldn’t have asked for anything better, this is…”
You’d been left speechless. Sure, Leo had his moments of being a complete idiot and forgetting the world around him while working on his projects, but you’d never once doubted his love for you. This was just a reiteration, if anything. One that had already managed to plant its roots deep within your heart, despite only being in your possession for a few minutes. He tilted your chin up towards him, that usually fierce gleam în his eyes now ebbing into something mellow, almost imperceptibly present. A mere flicker of all his affection. “You deserve only the best, corazón. And as long as I’m here, I’ll do everything in my power to give it to you.”
Hi, could you write headcanons about how the brothers spoil Belphe as the youngest? Ty!
Despite Belphegor's criminal mind, this man has been behaving very well. His reward is the fluff canoe. he may sit in the fluff canoe for up to an hour.
TW: Lesson 16 and Lilith references
Lucifer nags to all hell but whenever Belphegor falls asleep in a bad area where he could get stepped on, Lucifer will move him somewhere comfier and leave his jacket as a blanket even if Belphegor already has one.
Mammon has bought Belphegor hundreds of high quality pillows and plushies. Our little murderer has a Squishmallow collection that he didn't pay a dime for.
Leviathan often cleans the attic for Belphegor since some of his old figures are up there anyway. Sometimes, sometimes, he'll let Belphegor mess with ones he has doubles of.
Satan started Belphegor's knife collection which is only growing. There are so many knives in the twin's room now.
Asmo has mastered the art of doing nails and cutting hair while Belphegor is sleeping. Asmo will not stand for Belphegor's hygiene becoming subpar and Belphegor has no idea why his hair has never grown out past his shoulders.
Lucifer can often be seen carrying Belphegor to class when Beel is unavailable.
Belphegor once ripped his jacket falling asleep in a bush and Mammon bought him three new ones. No one knows why Mammon suddenly has money to spoil his siblings, he just does (it's a secret bank account).
Beel got Belphegor a nice cushion so Belphegor won't be uncomfortable on the bleachers during his games. Technically Belphegor has three from Beel in case another is in the wash.
Belphegor can throw his laundry in with his brothers. they'll separate it and complain but they never actually make him stop.
Belphegor doesn't know how to tie his shoes, Lucifer always does it if not Beel or Asmo.
Leviathan regularly repairs Belphegor's favourite pillow since it gets torn easily. He ensures it always looks good as new while keeping its comfiness.
Satan has swung several punches for Belphegor when Belphe was absolutely in the wrong.
Belphegor has so many things his brothers have bought him that he's never used. He won't tell them that he's never used them because he usually wants to, he just doesn't get the opportunity.
Lucifer was worried about Belphegor being to chilly during his naps and got him a heat lamp.
Leviathan and Asmo got Belphe one of those nets that holds plushies since his collection was getting super big. Beel helped put it up and Mammon has not stopped buying whatever Belphe points at.
Belphegor has never had to cry to get what he wants since Lucifer and Mammon hand him whatever he wants. Lucifer considers it Belphegor's reward for being the least financially destructive and not murdering anyone that day.
Belphegor does not know what it's like to be told to finish his vegetables, Beel will eat what he doesn't like and Lucifer gets him vitamin supplements just in case.
Beel let Belphegor have his canoe to sleep in. Beel had the canoe for competitive racing but he doesn't really need it anymore, and Belphegor likes it in there.
The brothers roughhouse often and Belphegor likes crying when he gets hit because everyone stops to baby him, Lucifer has never looked more panicked than the first time Belphie did it (minus the time Mc died).
Lucifer still feels guilty about the attic and how he was too stupid to find a better way to fix things so he gets Belphegor anything he wants even with all the pranks and problems. Belphegor doesn't abuse this, the secrets that buried Lucifer alive for centuries were punishment enough especially since he technically had to watch Lilith die twice. Lucifer has taken him to her human grave a few times.
So! AU where the Fentonworks Labs actually stretch Miles upon Miles below the City of Amity Park.
It started when the Fentons wanted to add a simple addition to the original Lab when they ran out of space to store their more dangerous weapons. They didn't want their (at the time) young children getting their hands on their experimental Weaponry, it could blow up in their faces!
So they built a different Wing of the Lab to hold all those Inventions.
Then they ran out of space and added a few extra Storage Rooms. But then they decided it was a hassle to have to carefully transport their Dangerous Inventions all the way to the Storage Rooms, and built a Lab specifically for Dangerous Experiments near that same Section. Then that Lab was occupied for a while, and Jack wanted to start a different experiment as well, so they built a few more.
In the end they just never stopped building onto their Labs.
There are sections of the Mega-Lab that are entirely walled off because a few of their more unstable Experiments contaminated the area. Walking into them was not recommended, else you could walk out with an extra eye or 5.
In other sections, their Captured Ghosts had taken over a few Labs and created a sort of Mad Max style civilization using their discarded weapons and vehicles.
In another, all Ghosts became Humans and all Humans became Ghosts. That was a weird one, to this day they still didn't understand how they pulled that off.
In another, some type of Eldritch Time Ghost had been born, and now sort of always existed and never existed, and began experimenting with its powers. They nicknamed it Clocky because it liked to carry around a stopwatch.
And so many more. At one point a failed Portal Experiment messed with the internal Space of the entire thing. Now there was literally no way of Mapping it. The Fentons still somehow managed to navigate it perfectly.
When Jazz and Danny grew up, they too learned how to navigate the Labs, which is how Danny managed to show his friends the Portal Experimentation Wing in the first place.
Unfortunately, it wasn't safe for anyone aside from the Fentons to enter the Mega-Labs, so one day when the Fenton Family+friends left town on a Week Long Camping/Road Trip, they put up a few Ghost Shields to keep both Humans out and the Ghosts in.
This drew some unwanted attention after some tourists saw the giant Glowng Green Building in the middle of an Illinois Town, and rightfully called the Justice League.
Now, the Justice League had tried to call the owners of the house, but nobody picked up the phone. (An incident with Jack and a Canoe had knocked most of their phones into the lake. They weren't even at the lake yet.)
When nobody picked up, they decided to investigate personally.
After getting into the House, they quickly found a door labeled "Labs: Do Not Enter (unless it we are late for Dinner)" and went into ignoring all the warnings.
Tooth rotting fluff
Word Count: 400
Warnings: Discussions of power outage and severe cold weather
Sungchan slumped down next to you, placing the flashlight on the ground. Its low beam was aimed at your couch, offering light during the power outage.
“The super said it’s not just our building, it’s the whole block. They’re sending people over, but no one knows how long the outage will be,” Sungchan summed up the conversation, leaving you to groan, leaning your head back against the wall.
“It’s freezing outside,” you pouted, “it’s gonna start getting cold as ice in here soon enough.”
“At least the stuff in our fridge won’t go bad,” Sungchan quipped. You frowned and lightly shoved his arm.
“I’m serious.”
“I know, but there’s not much we can do,” he sighed, wrapping an arm around you to squeeze you tightly to him. The studio apartment you two lived in was a small space, with both yours and his clutter taking up all the square footage. The walls between your own space and your neighbors were thin, and without the humming of electricity you were able to hear every noise the building had to offer.
You and Sungchan piled into your bed, layering it with blankets and snuggling underneath the warm escape together, flashlight now pointed at the ceiling.
“I never get to appreciate your work,” you hummed, shutting the light off. The glow in the dark stars Sungchan had taped up to the ceiling were set up in a way to swirl around.
“You appreciate it all the time,” he noted, “every time you come in late from work.”
“Well I’m always tired when I compliment them, but now I’m wide awake,” you argued, your eyes glued to the slowly fading stars. You two were quiet, listening to the sound of your neighbors stomping around.
“Do you wanna find a new place once this lease is up?” He asked, voicing your own thoughts.
“So, you still want to live with me?"
"Oh baby, I'll live with you even if it means we're in a canoe in the middle of the ocean," Sungchan squeezed you tightly to his chest.
Your neighbors above you started running around loudly, nearly kicking off dust from the ceiling onto you two and shaking the glow in the dark stars.
"I'm glad to be stuck with you," you snickered. He kissed the crown of your head and you held each other tightly, staying warm into the night as you waited on the power to come back on.
What do you think Brock and Doc’s most toxic traits are? Like specifically in Brusty
NEEDINESS........
they both NEED the other one.
At the end of the day, is Brock too competent to be wasting time with Doc and the twins? Yeah, but...
I've been at this for over 20 years, and what do I have to show for it? A metal plate in my chest, Vatican karate gorilla blood on my hands, and a footlocker full of "Manboro" miles.
You got enough for the canoe?
What? Well, yeah, but will I ever live to see that canoe?
"Will I ever live to see that canoe?" Like he WANTS peace he WANTS family he WANTS WANTS WANTS in a world where everything that is unrelated to the MISSION is a useless distraction that gets you killed in the field while SAVING THE WORLD (from baddies). As a character and a person he can't make up his mind because he believes there is something better for him to be doing/someone to spend time with than the Ventures, but really as a family they are the super-sweet spot of love and mayhem.
Doc, obviously to everyone, needs someone like Brock around to protect him from others and himself, and probably always will. However, that doesn't mean it has to be Brock - like everything with Hatred proved. Doc clearly holds great affection for Brock, and past needing him, WANTS him around. As a man who has been grievously wounded (in mind, body, and heart), Doc longs for comfort and safety but believes he'll never get it, to the point that he's barely able to physically connect with a single other human soul because he's already flinching away from the blow.
I'm a man. I need to be touched. I would like to be touched by an amazing-looking woman who wants only to please me. I don't want to be laughed at, denied, or even feel like the pathetic man I clearly am!
Elaborating on this quote, this whole episode really, that Mr. Hates-Danger is very deliberately leaping headfirst into the chance he could be intimate with someone in a loving way, even if he knows its a ploy it at least wont be more humiliation (EXCEPT IT ENDED UP BEING SO. WHY? BECAUSE OF BROCK CHECMICAL'ING HIM). And (usually) what Brock does is try to help the Rusty, get him back on his feet, get him bandaged up or get him some soup, maybe yell about hazard pay, but really, just be a good friend when Doc's in-need - SOMETHING NO ONE ELSE HAS EVER ONCE DONE FOR DOC!!!!!!!
But, then, the internalized homophobia is so. so. so deeply fucking serious for these too its barely funny.
Brock HATES that almost every single one of his happiest memories feature Doc, that this dickhead has " " prevented " " him from starting his OWN family (as if this one isnt good enough already), he HATES that calling after Doc is 2nd nature to the point that when he doesn't see him around Brock feels a little weird, he HATES that he when he pictures the next year or five years from now he can barely picture a world where Doc isn't at least calling him every 48 hours like clockwork. he really, deeply loathes that for all of the amazing sex he has had with jaw-droppingly beautiful, talented, skillful women - he has never once had a connection with a girl that's lasted (day by day) longer than a week. compare that to, i don't know, some twenty odd years?
And Doc HATES that Brock is a man, he despises is so completely capable in all areas from housework to woods-survival to elite spy games to this continent to the next Brock is almost single-handedly the most competent guy everywhere he and Doc go, and Doc gets a sick, disgusting thrill when people first think Brock is "Dr. Venture" because of course they assume the hyper-capable refrigerator-man is Jonas' son, Doc will never be good enough, but then there's the 'I WANT him to be a Venture' which - after years of listening to Team Venture's insane bigotry + only gay he knew being Col. Gentleman - imMEDIATELY causes him to internally retch
these two. AUGH!!! my fingers made so many typos because they were flying across the keyboard to get this all out but we got here to the end.
okay so what is going to help these two?
ISOLATED NO-CONTACT SURVIVAL IN THE WILDERNESS WHILE BROCK IS BADLY WOUNDED. and emdr+talk therapy
I may be spit-balling here (and honestly, I hope I am) but having seen the Gestapo's own body cam vid, I've noticed something unfold in the series of events he recorded.
Jonathan Ross' truck stops and he gets out, all tough-guy, macho cowboy.
He's confronted by Renee Good's wife, Becca Good, who's recording him on her phone. We can't clearly hear captain incel, but she's clearly not intimidated by this brownshirt-wannabe.
As he orbits the vehicle, he switches hands, moves what he's holding to his left hand and draws his weapon with his right hand about the time he can see Renee. Clearly. Turning the car's steering wheel away from him.
Here's where a theory hit me. Again- a theory.
I think, or rather I believe, this chuckle-fuck with ZERO authority over US citizens, saw something he, as a right-wing, authoritarian, gung-ho trooper for the fascist regime, did not like.
I believe that in his eyes, he saw Renee and thought to himself :
"Fat, fuckin' left-wing dyke!"
Then he shot her in the face, pretty much point-blank range.
There's a chance I'm wrong. But I rather doubt it.
These Gestapo-esque taint-barnacles in ICE are not kind or loving people on any level. They made it clear, from the White House on down that they're free to murder whomever they want and get away with it.
You wonder why the "gun nuts" aren't standing up to the very regime they've been throwing the Second Amendment at us over for years? You wonder why asshats and dick-scabs like the Proud Boys have been silent and out of the "news" as of late?
They're all in ICE. I'm sure you probably knew/thought this but it bears repeating.
All they do is hate. They outright lust for the permission they need to hurt and literally kill people they do not like.
This is only starting with "brown" people.
Then there are Black People.
Then there are those in the LGBTQIA+ Community.
Then there are all women.
Then there are the "Leftists".
I believe if they had the numbers, they'd start "The Purge" at the command of trumplefuckstick's administration.
That fascist fuck is one heartbeat away from what's already a "Weekend At Bernie's" scenario. His 'team' feeds him his lines, and they likely lie to him about how much he's loved and how well he's doing. He clearly believes it, either because he's repeated it to himself so much or it's being repeated to him by his own bootlickers who are the ones who are really in charge.
While this administration is distracting:
A) the magatards by letting them run slipshod on the US and be the violent, racist, assclowns they want to be and hurt anyone they like (including assaulting and raping prisoners on a grand scale) and
B) the rest of us who are doing our best to resist them and not lose our cool and outright fight back and give those fascists what they want- an excuse to open fire on us across the nation so they can grip onto power even more...
...there's the largest money-grab in US and possibly world history going on right now, courtesy of the GOP and the Corporate Dems.
It's that simple. The rich are looting the country while it has its own citizens at literal war with one another. To distract us all further, they're putting us all at risk with war with Chine, Russia, AND NATO to name a few, and WE'RE A PART OF NATO. Hell, even Canada is ramping up for war! Canada!
But back to Jonathan Ross. This douche-canoe is also a regular on Grindr, so I've heard several times now. He's the quintessential magatard; hates on gay people while being a practicing one on the downlow.
Pinning a murder wrap on this cunt is going to take years, if at all.
All because he simply hates.
All because (I believe) he saw a "Big, fat, dyke" (those are words I firmly believe he'd use here. I'd never call anyone that!) and executed her in public for simply being alive and offending her by merely existing.
This is precisely why anyone in the "Christian" sector will dismiss this whole thing. She was a lesbian. Worse, married to another one. (For shame!)
"Christian" nationalists will just shrug this off because there's no beat-down and murder quite like "Christian Love" here in the United States of fuckin' A.
Lemme know what you think.
~Quaker Joe
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