#Mortimer Bay

[alexwise]

Tasmanian Photography Locations

I’m often asked by photographers on where is best to photograph in Tasmania. This is a small list of photographic locations that I’d recommend checking out while in Tasmania. I’m aware that there is many locations missing from this list but that’s because I’m yet to photograph them so will update the list accordingly. Also most of these locations should suit most people as they’re quite…

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#"Tasmania photography locations" #Alex Wise #Arthur River #Australia #Clifton #coles bay #Cradle Mountain #dove lake #Freycinet National Park #Friendly Beaches #Goats #Hobart #Lauderdale #Lion Rock #locations #Lumpies #Marrawah #mental hospital #Mortimer Bay #Mount Field #nature photography #park beach #photography #photography blog #Queenstown #Rebounds #reflections #RSLS #Russel Falls #Sandpits

[bovinomicon]

PLEASANTVIEW, YEAR ONE // INTRO

#lets see if pink soup can stay at bay... #NOW TO BEd i gotta wake up in like four hours for my next job and ive not been sleeping lal week #sav: pleasantview #bella goth #dirk dreamer #cassandra goth #don lothario #mortimer goth #dina caliente #nina caliente #darren dreamer #dustin broke #brandy broke #beau broke #lilith pleasant #mary-sue pleasant #angela pleasant #daniel pleasant #alexander goth #herb oldie #coral oldie #jennifer burb #john burb #lucy burb #pvy01sum

[anamoon63]

Guess what, it's Zoe's birthday! Yes, everyone else's birthdays have passed, this was the only one we were missing.

Allan prepared several cakes for her, since, after trying various flavors, neither of the two could decide which was better. If anything will abound in this celebration are cakes!

Zoe made sure that no one at home forgot about her. Zoe: Hello, today is my birthday, you better get your presents ready! Allan kept quiet, of course he has Zoe's present already, he bought it just a few weeks ago, but he can't say anything yet, it will be a surprise.

Many guests have arrived, including Supriya, Octavia, Candy, Fabian, Sergio, Nina, Naoki and even Mortimer. What a great party!

The birthday girl is already on her second slice of cake, the diet has been called off for the day! But - What is Supriya doing, is she smoking? Zoe: Oh, no Sup, no smoking in this house.

Supriya: Oh, come on, Z, it's just one cigarette. Zoe: Nope, we don't want Allan to relapse, plus there are minors present.

Later on, that evening... Allan: Er, I thought you were asking about your gift earlier? Zoe: Yes, you bought me one? Allan: I bought you several, actually. But there's one in particular that I know you'll love. It happens to be the biggest. Zoe: Really? What is it?

Allan: Remember the house we saw in Del Sol Valley that you fell in love with right away? Zoe: That huge house on the hill, with a big pool and a garden overlooking the city? Allan: The same one.

Zoe: Oh, Al, did you…? Allan: Yes, I bought it for you. It's yours now. Happy birthday, my love!

Allan: I wish you the happiest birthday. Zoe: Oh, thank you, honey. Allan: I love you. Zoe: And I love you, Al.

ETA: The Wilsons' new home is Famous Mansion, by emma4101; original by JL_Sims 4 (Gallery)

#the sims 4 #the sims 4 gameplay #ts4 gameplay #the sims 4 get famous #brindleton bay #the wilsons #allan wilson #zoe patel #zeke wilson #supriya delgato #octavia moon #mortimer goth #sergio romeo #candy behr #nina caliente #naoki ito #los sims de ana #anamoon63 sims #fabian bustos

[lunetaj]

Shortly after their honeymoon, Mortimer and Dina stopped by to see his son Alexander.

As mentioned, Alexander had some doubts about Dina, but they are slowly starting to grow closer. Samantha is also starting to like her.

(2006)

#mortimer goth #dina goth #dina caliente #alexander goth #samantha goth #samantha cordia #the sims 4 #the sims 2 #sims 4 #sims 2 #ts4 #ts2 #ts4 story #ts2 story #the sims 4 story #the sims 2 story #maxis premades #pleasantview #brindleton bay

[stinckers]

pre-Stinckers sticker pals, S.F. 90s

#mats!? #ribs #all-star pictures #san francisco #1990s #s.f. bay guardian #the fillmore #mr. bungle #norman rockwell #mad #crime suspenstories #clark oloffson #frank santoro #tintin #top shelf #bem #blake and mortimer #surge soda #jolt candy #bruce lee #yikes comics #jay stephens #jetcat #marvel comics #all winners squad #human torch #sub mariner #lemon kids #chancery building #711 club

[reportwire]

74-Acre Green Gables Estate In Silicon Valley Seeks $125 Million

74-Acre Green Gables Estate In Silicon Valley Seeks $125 Million

Antiquity and Silicon Valley are two concepts often not paired together. The very name of the region roughly shaped by the San Francisco Bay, Santa Cruz Mountains to the west and Diablo Range to the east is synonymous with technological innovation—where the future, not the past, is king. The legendary Green Gables estate in Woodside, California, sits on 74 acres of park-like grounds. Hilton &…

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#329 Albion Ave #Fleishhacker house #Green Gables #Green Gables Estate #Mortimer Fleishhacker #San Francisco Bay #Santa Cruz Mountains #Silicon Valley #Woodside #Woodside real estate

[mlmshipbracket]

Fourth MLM Ship Bracket Propaganda Submissions

Below you will find all of the submitted and approved ships for the Fourth MLM Ship Bracket Tournament along with the form to submit further propaganda at the bottom

This is another opportunity to submit propaganda for your favorite ships. Wether you were unable to submit propaganda for them in the initial form or you spot your favorite ship who has no propaganda submitted. Ships with a strikethrough have propaganda submitted, I will continue to update this post as propaganda is submitted. I will accept further propaganda for ships with already submitted propaganda but please prioritize those with out.

The goal is to have propaganda for all ships but I understand that may not be possible. Therefore I will be leaving the form open for a few weeks to see if we receive propaganda for at least half the ships.

Note: Please reach out to me if you spot any mistakes in character or fandom names, even if it is only formatting or spelling issues.

Monkey D. Luffy/Roronoa Zoro (One Piece)

Kyojuro Rengoku/Akaza (Demon Slayer)

Mikhail”Misha” [Heavy]/Dr. Ludwig [Medic] (Team Fortress 2)

Dave Strider/Karkat Vantas (Homestuck)

Chu Shuzhi/Guo Changcheng (Guardian, 2018)

Oliver Marks/James Farrow (If We Were Villains)

David Starsky/Kenneth "Hutch" Hutchinson (Starsky & Hutch)

Tinn/Gun (My School President)

Loki Odinson/Mobius M. Mobius (Loki)

Jaime Reyes/Bart Allen (DC Comics)

Levi Schmitt/Nico Kim (Grey's Anatomy)

Ren Amamiya or Akira Kurusu/Goro Akechi (Persona 5)

Wallace Price/ Hugo Freeman (Under the Whispering Door)

Daffy Duck/Bugs Bunny (Looney Toons)

Shen Wei/Zhao Yunlan (Guardian, 2018)

Isak Valtersen/Even Bech Næsheim (SKAM)

Henry "Monty" Montague/Percy Newton (Montague Siblings)

Nico di Angelo/Will Solace (Camp Half-Blood Chronicles)

Argos/Mr. Plant (The World of Mr. Plant)

Richard St Vier/Alec Campion (Swordspoint Universe)

Klaus Hargreeves/Dave Katz (The Umbrella Academy)

Woody/Buzz Lightyear (Toy Story)

Victor Lawson/Hap (In the Lives of Puppets

Charlie/Babe (Pit Babe The Series)

Fred/Shaggy (Scooby-Doo)

Simon Snow/Tyrannus Basilton "Baz" Grimm-Pitch (Carry On)

Gaius Octavius/Jedediah Smith (Night at the Museum)

Sound/Win (My School President)

Pat/Pran (Bad Buddy)

Mike Wazowski/James "Sulley" P. Sullivan (Monsters, Inc.)

Nicholas “Nick” Bell/ Seth Gray (The Extraordinaries)

Evan 'Buck' Buckley/Edmundo 'Eddie' Diaz (9-1-1)

Sean/White (Not Me: The Series)

Vegas Theerapanyakun/Pete Saengtham (Kinnporsche: The Series)

Runaan/Ethari (The Dragon Prince)

Larry Daley/Ahkmenrah (Night at the Museum)

Tintin/Captain Archibald Haddock (Tintin comics)

Bai Lang/Jin Xun An (My Tooth Your Love)

Napoleon Solo/Illya Kuryakin (The Man from U.N.C.L.E)

Wario/Waluigi (Mario franchise)

Peter Parker/Miguel O'Hará (Spider-Man: Across the Spider-Verse)

Steve Rogers/Anthony "Tony" Stark (Marvel Comics)

Dave Miller/Jack "Old sport" Kennedy (Dayshift at Freddy's)

Boston/Nick (Only Friends)

Kinn Theerapanyakun/Porsche Kittisawasd (Kinnporsche: The Series)

Satoru Gojo/Suguru Geto (Jujutsu Kaisen)

Craig Cuttlefish/Octavio Takowasa (Splatoon)

Tulio/Miguel (The Road to El Dorado)

Sun Wukong/Neptune Vasilias (RWBY)

Zachary Ezra Rawlins/Dorian (The Starless Sea)

Fox Mulder/Alex Krycek (The X-Files)

Thomas/Newt (The Maze Runner)

Fulgrim/Ferrus Manus (Warhammer 40k)

Kim Theerapanyakun/Porchay Kittisawasd (Kinnporsche: The Series)

Alec Lightwood/Magnus Bane (The Mortal Instruments)

Tan/Bun (Manner of Death)

Qrow Branwen/Clover Ebi (RWBY)

Rhy Maresh/Alucard Emery (Shades of Magic)

Yashiro Isana/Kuroh Yatogami (K Project)

Jaskier/Geralt of Rivia (The Witcher)

Dustfinger/Mortimer "Mo" Folchart (Inkworld series)

Brandon/Sky (Winx Club)

Phineas Taylor “P. T.” Barnum/Phillip Carlyle (The Greatest Showman)

Alfred Hillinghead/Henry Ashe (Bodies TV Show)

Baal/Inanna (The Wicked + the Divine)

Timothy "Tim" Drake/Bernard Dowd (DC Comics)

Vash the Stampede/Nicholas D. Wolfwood (Trigun Stampede)

Anthony Lockwood/Quill Kipps (Lockwood and Co)

Henry Winter/Francis Abernathy (The Secret History)

Crowley/Aziraphale (Good Omens)

Dainix/Falst (Aurora Comic)

Prince Rupert/Prince Amir (The Two Princes)

Finn/Poe Dameron (Star Wars)

Jean Luc Picard/Q (Star Trek: The Next Generation)

Will Stronghold/Warren Peace (Sky High)

Heart/Li Ming (Moonlight Chicken)

Wallace Wells/Todd Ingram (Scott Pilgrim Takes Off)

Sunai/Veyadi Lut (The Archive Undying)

Linus Baker/Arthur Parnassus (The House in the Cerulean Sea)

Aaron Slaughter/Jace Boucher (House of Slaughter)

Hercule Poirot/Captain Arthur Hastings (Hercule Poirot)

Phaya/Tharn (The Sign)

Hercules/Iolaus (Hercules: The Legendary Journeys)

Todd/Black (Not Me: The Series)

Julio "Rictor" Esteban Richter/Shatterstar (Marvel Comics)

Wen Kexing/Zhou Zishu (Word of Honor)

Siffrin/Isabeau (In Stars and time)

Kendall Knight/Logan Mitchell (Big Time Rush TV Show)

Yuichiro Hiyakuya/Mikaela Hyakuya (Owari no Seraph/Seraph of the End)

Palm/Nuengdiao (Never Let Me Go)

Khatha/Dome (Midnight Museum)

Asterix/Obelix (Asterix Comics)

Bowser/Luigi (Mario Franchise)

Lucien "Luc" O'Donnell/Oliver Blackwood (London Calling)

Kazuki Kurusu/Rei Suwa (Buddy Daddies)

Benjamin “Ben” Tennyson/Kevin Ethan Levin (Ben 10: Alien Force)

Lumière/Cogsworth (Beauty and the Beast)

Damian Wayne/Jon Kent (DC Comics)

Spy/Dell Conagher [Engineer] (Team Fortress 2)

Shanks/Buggy (One Piece)

Jesper Fahey/Wylan Van Ecks (Six of Crows)

Harold Finch/John Reese (Person of Interest)

Ulrich Stern/Odd Della Robbia (Code Lyoko)

Vincent Freeman/Jerome Morrow (Gattaca)

Eustass Kid/Killer (One Piece)

Christopher Hitchcock/Jalil Sherman (Everworld)

Frodo Baggins/Samwise Gamgee (Lord of the Rings)

Edgin Darvis/Xenk Yendar (Dungeons & Dragons: Honor Among Thieves)

#tumblr poll #tumblr bracket #mlm ship #mlm ship poll #mlm ship bracket #mlm ship bracket tournament #mlm ship bracket 2024 #mlm ship bracket tournament 2024 #fourth mlm ship tournament #propaganda #ship propaganda

[dynamoe]

Billy Quizboy as the rabbit-toothed guitarist DAVE HILL of glam rock band SLADE— sporter of the worst bangs in rock n' roll history*— circa their 1973 Christmas #2 Merry Christmas Everybody**, which was covered as the annual Venture Bros holiday song this year by Pete White, Master Billy Quizboy, his mom and her lovers (the elderly superhero polycule).

→ hear the cover on KenPlume's youtube → go to the Billy Quizboy & Pete White index

(I know with the orange hair/eyepatch he looks like Ziggy Stardust— the Quizboy:Slade ratio is a delicate balance.)

Merriest Twelfth Day of Christmas to you, to Jackson Publick and Doc Hammer and to Slade and anyone else still reading who gives a shit.

Slade is more of a British thing, really. They had a ton of British hits in the 1970s as a glam rock band, but didn't break into the US until the 1980s (when they replaced Ozzy Osborne at the Reading Festival) with Cum on Feel the Noize, pivoting to be more hard rock/metal.

Noddy Holder was more of the “face” of Slade (head to toe plaid, mutton chops, tophat covered in mirrors). I suspect the all-plaid outfit on Col. Gentleman in the Vbros cover art is a take on Noddy's look... or he ignored the brief and dressed as one of Scotland's own Bay City Rollers. Slade suffered from a lesser case of Cheap Trick syndrome, where every member dressed like they were in a different band. Dave dressed full spaceman-- face glitter, every variety of metallic fabric available (lurex, glitter knit, vinyl, lamé) in shades of silver. The other guitarist whose name I won't look up wore a red lurex suit (I guess that would be Pete's outfit in their cover band) which he had to keep replacing because he sweated so much on stage the fibers literally melted (one of the suits was preserved by the V&A on an episode of Secrets of the Museum)... No one cares about the drummer. 

The only reason I know anything about Slade — I'm no rock trivia geek, I’m a comedy nerd — Slade was a constant punchline in 1990s Brit Comedy. Noddy appeared on Never Mind the Buzzcocks in the LaMar era. 1993 sketch show The Smell of Reeves and Mortimer had a recurring mini-sitcom “Slade in Residence” (the band living in a suburban home together, wearing their stage costumes, eating nothing but cup-of-soup, obsessing over monster truck rallies and­— the key to their appeal to Vic and Bob, I imagine­— whining in thick Black Country accents.)

Billy is my Covid muse and if he stars in the annual Christmas cover (he had only sung before on 2006's VentureAid; read poems on their take on the Beatles Fan Club records), it's not like I CAN'T draw something despite saying I was done with this shit. I promised you guys a *technically* Christmas Billy drawing and I *technically* delivered.

Now I'm gonna switch to drawing characters I own so I can finally make some money. Godblessuseveryone. ___

*Dave Hill was just being a futuristic spaceman, those micro-bangs were the hottness on all the skater girls of the late 1990s. I even had 'em.

**Having the #1 song at Christmas is a big deal in the UK (as you may remember from the Bill Nighy segments from Love Actually) and the 1973 slug match between Slade's Merry Christmas Everybody and the eventual winner Wizzard’s I Wish It Could Be Christmas Everyday looms large in music trivia, to the degree that I was sure Astrobot Go was going to release a cover a day later of some other (more fan-favored) characters doing their version of Wizzard to rain on Billy et. al’s parade.

→ Wizzard

So which character dons the beard and harlequin eye facepaint to be the guy from Wizzard? Probably Hank, right?

→ go to the Billy Quizboy & Pete White index → Nobody'sSweetheart on Instagram

#billy quizboy #Slade #christmas #merry christmas everybody #1973 #cover band #cosplay #illustrator #illustration #venture bros #venture brothers #vbros #dave hill #slade in residence #glam #Explaining Slade to zoomers

[gooretrait]

Goth Household

Look who invited Mortimer on a day out to Brindleton Bay!

Cassandra Lothario-Goth was Mrotimer's first born and would always be his special girl, so seeing her and getting to spend time with her meant the world to him. He wasn't getting any younger, after all, and what with raising little Daria the two of them just didn't have as much free time as they used to.

Cassandra was ecstatic to hear that she'd soon be getting a new little brother or sister. She'd seen how hard Bella going missing had hit him, so seeing him move on and find love once more allowed her to relax and not worry about him as much. While she had her reservations about Dina, she saw happy they made each other and how could she be against that?

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#goore newcrest #goth household #rotation 1 #simblr #sims 4 #ts4 #sims 4 gameplay #sims 4 screenshots

[freakingoutthesquares]

Beginner's Fuck Words: Chris Roberts, Photographer: Phil Ward Taken from Melody Maker, 19 March 1994 Transcription: Acrylic Afternoons

For some, it was dark and grubby. For others, Blakean and euphoric. The loss of virginity is an event (or not) which most recall as imperfect but momentous, or at least crap but interesting.

Bob Mortimer cites an overwhelming sense of "I am about to do it, I am doing it, I have done it." Jo Brand remembers her head banging against the base of the toilet. "She was very into the Bay City Rollers," sighs Terry Hall (though not of Jo Brand), "which put me off a bit. But not enough." Jarvis Cocker didn't tell anyone about it for five years, fearing the secret might lose its magic.

We know all this because Pulp, right now Britain's most stimulating pop group, have made a half-hour film interviewing various surprisingly candid quasi-names (Justine Frischman, John Peel, Pam Hogg, Alison Steadman, etc) about their sexual awakening. The film premiered at the ICA last week and is a funny and touching - as the phrase goes - catalyst for discussion and irreverent nostalgia.

It also ties in (sort of) with Pulp's new single, "Do You Remember The First Time?", which revisits the bravado of "Lipgloss" and "Razzmatazz" and is in every way irresistible. After years of bruised suburban sonatas, Pulp - suddenly hailed across the media as sex gods and glam messiahs - are ready to be defiled by popular acclaim.

Talk about sex? Pulp have already done that more times than the average women's glossy. Yet when you ask Pulp if they sometimes think everything's been done before, guitarist/violinist Russell says, "The ancient Greeks were saying that as well, weren't they?" and mainman Jarvis says, "That would be a very defeatist attitude. Even if every experience in life has been had by someone before, it's not been had by you. Unless you believe in reincarnation, which I'm not that bothered about myself." 

"We tried to make an accessible film," begins bassist Steve. "The tone of it's light, watchable, funny. We've discouraged the tabloids - there are enough quotes to bury everyone on it, taken out of context, so we've been quite careful there."

"As it stands," adds Jarvis, "anyone could watch it, even people who might find our music distasteful. I'm not obsessed with sex, don't get me wrong. It's just that so often it gets written about in an idealised way or a 'Carry On' nudge-nudge way. Then again, I don't think it would be so great if it was more open, like I imagine Norway to be, where they discuss it over the breakfast table."

"There is a lot to be said for English restraint," muses Russell. "The fact that something is forbidden makes it more exciting.

"Ah, but that's when you get your suspenders on and your orange in your mouth," interrupts Jarvis. There is some confusion.

"No, not you personally Russell; I mean that bloke. They only do that cos you have to lock yourself away in private. If it wasn't 'bad' they wouldn't be drawn to that twisted sexuality."

"There's a frisson to the whole thing," continues Russell. "So when you do break it down it seems to mean something and it's not just something you do as a matter of course. I was on a train once with this German girl and she just got changed in front of me, and, well, it didn't turn me on... I felt really insulted by it, to tell you the truth. I thought: I'm a man..."

"Maybe she was trying to tell you something," suggests Jarvis.

"No, well, she wasn't, that was the thing. It was..." Russell tails off.

Was this in England or in Germany?

"It was in the former Yugoslavia."

What comes across repeatedly in the filmed interviews is the sense of relief everyone felt from adolescent peer pressure to have "done it".

"We found quite a difference between men and women," observes Jarvis, "in that men would be more inclined to brag off about it, the thing that 'I've pulled'. Whereas a girl wouldn't run around school going 'I've had a shag'. I'm not saying that's right. I think it probably isn't, but..."

I'm certain it isn't. Women talk in much earthier terms.

"I don't know," considers keyboardist Candida. "I think women want the romantic thing more than men do. But that doesn't mean they get it. I mean, yes, women talking about men can be really... joky."

"Men talk about women on a superficial level," says Steve. "They don't say: but does she love you?"

"There's all this laddishness, which is nonsense," says Russell. "And lads know it's nonsense but it's fun, like talking about cars and football."

Candida tells a story.

"My cousin was showing me round her house last night, and there's a boy living there, and on his wall he had five pictures of cars. I've never seen that before. No pictures of women or anything. Just cars."

"I always know when my girlfriend and her friend are talking about men in the kitchen," says Russell. "You hear the noise of geese cackling."

"A lot of men do think differently to before," reflects Candida. "That comedienne Jo Brand, she's all right, but she can be just too nasty to men sometimes, I think. It's just as bad as some awful big fat boozy men going on about women. Which you don't get any more on telly. But you do get a lot of women on telly being horrible about men."

"It just sets up a 'versus' situation again, doesn't it?" says Jarvis. "You're either on one side or the other. Still. It wouldn't do for us all to be the same, would it?"

"Good God no!" we all chime.

Pulp recently finished recording what they regard as their "first album proper" with producer to the stars Ed Buller.

"For the entirety of the Eighties we had to have a whip-round to spend 15 hours in the back of a cold transit van to play to 12 people", chuckles Russell. "Don't let anyone romanticise it, it's a load of rubbish, best off out of it."

"You'd get up in the morning," remembers drummer Nick, "feeling like you'd been shat out of a horse. Or something."

Jarvis surprises me by claiming The Velvet Underground are a bigger influence on him than Barry White, and he never records while naked.

"It's usually me, but not me as I would go down to the shops. But still me."

Pulp are enjoying their long overdue lift-off.

"It's a bit sad if you get too blasé about things; cynicism cuts down your opportunities. It's the same with sex, of course. I mean you have to have a certain degree of excitement just to... get it on."

Bang a gong. Let's.

#russell senior #jarvis cocker #pulp #90s #britpop #film #documentary #interview

[enelea]

Episode 33 - A sweet little girl

Dina was elated to have a daughter. Hopefully Mortimer would stop blabbing and moaning about Cassandra. Dina was done popping out children now. This was it. She needed the old coot to expire soon. He was really irritating with his old man ways and he snored more each night. Her earplugs didn't even keep the noise at bay. Now he had enough kids to keep the empire going for ages and she wanted to cash in without having to put up with his looming presence. Levine looked like she had promise. At least they had money for plastic surgery if she needed it later in life.

A couple of months passed and Dina decided that it was time to help Mortimer along to an untimely end. She e-mailed the thug she originally hired to kidnap and get rid of Bella. He had proven to be a loyal servant over the years. She needed poison for Mortimer. Something that could make it seem like he had a heart attack or something. Nothing that could be traced back to her. She also needed him to disable the brakes on Alexander's sports car, which his father got him for his birthday. It would make sense - Mortimer dies of a heart-attack leaving Alexander distraught enough to drive his car off a cliff. That would leave her and her children taken care of for life.

#sims 2 #sims 2 storytelling #sims-2 #sims 2 stories #sims 2 pictures #my sims #sims 2 gameplay #sims 2 screenshots #ts2 tumblr #pleasantview

[sims-4-townie-bracket]

Hey simblr! I've been inspired by some of the other poll brackets I've seen on tumblr, and I want to see who everyone's favorite non-Bella & Non-Bob sim is!

I'll be starting out with pre-bracket polls broken up by pack/world, and pick the top 2-3 from each to form the actual 1v1 brackets. Bella Goth & Bob Pancakes will be sitting this one out, since I have a strong feeling they'll sweep. I'm also open to submissions for townies from the gallery as long as they're on the Maxis account. Send me a dm or message for your favorite sims from trailers, challenges, etc.

Links to polls under the readmore for easy reblogging!

Pre - Bracket Qualifying Polls:

Willow Creek Part 1 Cassandra Goth & Liberty Lee Willow Creek Part 2 Mortimer Goth & Eliza Pancakes

Oasis Springs Part 1 Malcolm Landgraab & Nancy Landgraab Oasis Springs Part 2 Johnny Zest & Don Lothario

CAS Sims Part 1 Camille Abbiza & Babs L'Amour & Aliya Fuego CAS Sims Part 2 June Kay & Valeria Lopez & Kasen Henry CAS Sims Part 3 Emiko Mori & Tommi Turner CAS Sims Part 4 Kat Jenkins & Andre DaSilva & Amber Stein

Windenburg Part 1 Ulrike Faust & Luna Villareal Windenburg Part 2 Yuki Behr Windenburg Part 3 Candy Behr & Max Villareal

San Myshuno Part 1 Akira Kibo & Diego Lobo & Raj Rasoya San Myshuno Part 2 Penny Pizzazz & Salim Benali

Brindleton Bay Catarina Lynx & Brant Hecking

Mt Komorebi Part 1 Kiyoshi Ito & Sachiko Nishidake Mt Komorebi Part 2 Yamachan & Kado Akiyama

Del Sol Valley Part 1 Venessa Jeong & Octavia Moon Del Sol Valley Part 2 Judith Ward & Izzy Fabulous

Sulani Part 1 Sulani Part 2

Tartosa Part 1 Tartosa Part 2

Henford on Bagley Part 1 Henford on Bagley Part 2

Britechester Part 1 Britechester Part 2

Evergreen Harbor Part 1 Evergreen Harbor Part 2

Glimmerbrook

Strangerville

Copperdale Part 1 Copperdale Part 2

Forgotten Hollow Part 1 Forgotten Hollow Part 2

Moonwood Mill

Bonus Gallery Sims Part 1 Bonus Gallery Sims Part 2 Bonus Gallery Sims Part 3 Request more Sims

#simblr #ts4 #polls #the sims 4 #sims 4 #Send me asks if you don't see your faves included! I'm happy to throw up another bonus sims poll! #Or if you didn't get a chance to vote in the earlier round and your fave didn't make it #I might do a 2nd chances round if there's enough interest

[highladderbed]

Based on what we've seen in kid maths first appearance ep. I knew we can't just have any villain encounter him. So I made whole set that I think will indirectly help him learn how to be a good superhero. Vari Able and Es Revni are made with the help of ShadowBlazer24 and Mrs. Subtra is designed with the help of @evaiskindaweird

You can check Shadow out here:

Descriptions for each one is below:

Mrs Subtra- your classic housewife who loves her husband and kids and owns a cleaning business but underneath it all she’s a mob boss who uses her buisiness to make her henchman clean valuable things out of people’s homes and other places like museums.

The Mad Plier- a hobo who wished on a shooting star to get more things with ease like food and money. And when he woke up his hands have turned into giant mutated pliers that can grab things and make more of them. It was what he wanted at first but then he got bored of being well of and began causing chaos like multiplying cars to spread pollution, or multiplying an aggressive dog to attack the whole city or make copies of very popular object so people would fight over it. Voice: Mortimer mouse(edited)

Divid Den- (they/them) a kid who wants to be a famous influencer so steals their uncles spy gadgets that are kept at Divid’s and their dad’s place for extra containment. Their dad is too busy to pay attention to them so it’s always easy. Their favorite weapons are their one wheeled hover board, laser sword they loves to slice things with and a back pack that pulls out a different gadget/s each episode to keep math kid at bay until the end.(edited)

Sin Tan and Cos- Three small aliens who want to take over the world to impress the other aliens. Their spaceship has a ray that can change the angle of anything basically the shape of anything

X- a very dangerous villain who’s gimmick is they want to play a game: they pick an object that they x mark making it dissapear. Figure out what the object is and find it otherwise a huge x will appear across the entire city making everyone invisible forever. Cards with the letter Y on them will appear to give Kid math a clue as well as making the invisible item reappear again. Are they an entity are they a human or a robot we don’t know but you can’t stop them to stop their game you have to play.

Adilyn- a young witch around her 20s from a far ends of a swamp trying to practice her magic. She ain’t evil in facts she's really nice and a bit shy she just really can’t control her magic and can’t add right yet which causes things to appear in random places that conviently cause disaster

Bella Curvat- A young girl with a strong sense of order and wants to find her place in the family farm. If someone disrupts her like disorganizing her things you may expect her to just reorganize it but no she’ll teach them not to mess with her by ringing her magic bells and summoning beasts from below to come move through the ground to rally the guilty. Think of the episode lessons with lady redundant woman

Vari Able- she works with whoever she chooses, she's not good or evil, sometimes she'll help kid math, sometimes she'll help the villains. Her gimmick is that if she is working with Kid Math, she adds a random variable that helps him beat the villains, and if she is working with the villains, she adds a random variable that works against Kid Math by making it harder to beat the villains. In terms of episode pacing helping Kid Math, it's closer to the end because if she helps him and he can already plausibly beat the villains alone then it would be pretty stacked against the villain. And she helps the villain more towards the beginning to make the episode longer. She chews two different colored pieces of gum, and whichever bubble she blows, that's the side she takes. (All from shadow)

Notes:

They wanted her to be a kid and I wanted her to be a young adult so we met in the middle and made her 18-19

9. Es Revni - Like Inverse but inverse. (Shadow's idea) A masked magician with a cape and two wands. He had one wand that could levitate things around but ever since the mad plier made it into two they can now swap things in anyway. (my idea)

#kid math #wordgirl #character design #math #villains #aliens #wordgirl oc

[lunetaj]

Mortimer and Dina went on vacation together to the seaside and at one point he proposed to her. Dina said yes.

It was hard for him to dare to propose to her. But he knew that it would be even harder to tell his children about the engagement. After all, what happened with their mother was not easy. In addition, mainly Cassandra hasn´t accepted Dina very well. Alexander has accepted her a little better, but he also has some doubts...

They are not very happy about this engagement, but they decided to give it a chance after all. They just hope their father will have a prenuptial agreement drawn up. After all, "she only care about money, right?!"

Dina had to tell her sister Nina about the engagement. She is very happy and so is her sister. But it´s hard to say how it will all turn out...

(2005)

#the sims 4 #the sims 2 #sims 4 #sims 2 #ts4 #ts2 #ts4 story #ts2 story #the sims 4 story #the sims 2 story #mortimer goth #dina caliente #nina caliente #alexander goth #cassandra goth #goth family #caliente family #sulani #windenburg #brindleton bay #pleasantview #maxis premades

[starryserenade]

Myth and Magic Ch. 10: Fairytales

Fic Description: When Tir Na nÓg--the fabled land of the fae--falls to a dark power, the destinies of two young mice are set in motion. As each struggle to make their way in an ever-darkening world, they must learn to trust one another, or risk forever losing that which they hold most dear.

Chapter Description: An ancient creature beckons, and whispers of the past begin to unfold.

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Prologue

Previous Chapter

Next Chapter: Coming Soon

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Things had gotten more complicated.  After months of searching, Oswald had finally found the two mice, all right. Right in the clutches of some wretched, old bounty hunters working for Mortimer. Would it have been easy to summon the Sidhe to get rid of them? Absolutely. But the more he could keep Mickey out of their line of sight, the better.  

The real trouble was the girl. If he’d had it his way, Oswald would have gladly let them both alone so long as his superior still believed he’d done his job and they were gone. But unlike Mickey, the princess held no charm to keep her identity at bay. When she’d been spotted by the kelpies, it was all over. There was no saving her now…but he wasn’t about to let Mickey suffer the same fate. So now there was only the issue of getting them apart. If the conversation he was eavesdropping on was anything to go off of, getting him to let her go wouldn’t be easy. But there were two crucial details he picked out that could serve him well: one was that neither had realized Mickey was fae, and the second was the fact that Minnie couldn’t quite remember the identity of the fairy king who’d made her forget. 

Pool those together, and…

He ruffled his feathers. This was cruel. To manipulate both their hearts and mind as he intended was the worst kind of trick. They were in love. The only problem was that he was too, and that was a thing he wasn’t willing to sacrifice.

With a caw, he took back to the skies, transforming back into himself only when the clouds had concealed him from view of the carriage. And when he’d risen above them, he glanced at the sky with a shudder. Bright constellations circled the moon in an ever-tightening vortex. Time was running out.  

He’d let Mortimer do the heavy lifting before stepping in with his own plan, but after that he’d have to work quickly.  If he failed now, it would all have been for nothing.

He would not lose her again.

~~~

Watching Minnie walk away was like a strange nightmare, and it didn’t quite register at first. As Mickey blinked the sleep from his eyes, he saw her through a blur as she turned from him. Though he reached for her, he lacked the strength to stand or speak and felt strangely cold, something more than the chill of the stone. When she disappeared from view, he fell back against the wall, baring his teeth against the pain creeping through his veins. It was different than it had been all those months ago, when the net had only grazed him. Now, the silvery poison crept from the wound on his back, and any place where his chains or shackles had grazed his skin. The fever before had been painful, yes, but it had kept life flowing through his veins. Now there was no fire, and it felt to Mickey that his blood had ceased to flow.

No…no…no… 

He couldn’t let this happen. There had to be a way to stop this. He thought of how close they’d been to something so wonderful, and for a moment he felt the warmth return to his veins. But stark reality froze that fairytale cold, and left him as weak as ever. True hopelessness set in. He knew how the king worked, knew that even if he was gone, Mortimer would never let Minnie know the truth. Mickey was going to die, even as Minnie gave up her freedom to save him. 

His breaths grew shallow and his vision began to fade. He blinked slowly, knowing all too well that if he fell asleep again, there was a good chance he wouldn’t wake up.

“Mickey…”

The voice jolted him awake, but there was no one to be found when he opened his eyes.  Still, the memory of a strange dream filled his head, though he couldn’t quite place it. As the hazy thoughts flooded in, another sound broke through them. He at once prepared for some cruel guard to enter the cell, perhaps to end him then and there, but the figure that approached was a familiar one, if only slightly.  

Daisy… he thought to himself, remembering their encounter in the throne room. He also remembered the stone cold look on her face, and realized that even if she had been a friend of Minnie’s once, she didn’t seem to be one now. He tried to push himself away from her as she knelt beside him , but to no effect. The movement only hurt him further, and he let out a pitiful whimper as icy pain shot through his whole body. 

“Shh, stop that, I’m not here to hurt you,” came her brisk whisper, though Mickey wasn’t sure he should trust it. But whether he did or didn’t, it made hardly any difference. She was already pulling things from the bag at her side, setting the contents on a neatly folded rag she’d placed on the ground. From an enclosed pitcher, she poured a pungent liquid into a wooden cup. 

“You need to drink this, got it?” she commanded. But he wrinkled his nose, unwilling to try the strange-smelling drink.  When he shut his mouth tightly, she rolled her eyes at him and huffed. “You’re having a reaction to the iron in your chains,” she explained matter-of-factly, as if it should have been obvious. “This is Dawnflower juice, it will help.”

He would have very much liked to ask her a few questions but couldn’t will his body to speak. So reluctantly, he didn’t resist again as she lifted the cup to his mouth. The taste was like nothing he’d tried before. It began sweet, almost overly so, before swiftly transforming into a bitter sensation that, in turn, grew into a fiery spice. His whole body shuddered and before he knew it, he was sputtering and desperately searching for a glass of water. It was granted to him as Daisy thrust it into his hands, and he downed it in a single swig, panting heavily as the fire faded from his mouth.

When he was finally sentient enough to catch Daisy staring at him, he sniffed stiffly, thankful he was recovering enough to actually move but wondering why she had that strange grin plastered across her face.

“She really found you, didn’t she?” the duck muttered at last, still smiling. “All those stories about her fairy prince…to think I didn’t believe her.”

At this, Mickey sputtered all over again, and stared back at her incredulously. “F-fairy?” he stammered, almost amused. Whatever that drink was, it really did work wonders. But now he wondered if she’d had a drink of her own. “Nah, I’m…I’m not really a fae,” he explained through several deep breaths. “That’s just…what I told ‘em to try…and save Minnie.”

Daisy laughed, and the humor vanished from Mickey’s face. “Oh, darlin’, it’s okay. I’m not really one of Mortimer’s little minions,” she chuckled. Before he could argue, she was looking all around him as she inspected the receding silver veins through his fur. He wrinkled his nose and leaned away, not fond of the attention. But Daisy was in her own little world, and seemed completely unaware she was encroaching on personal space. “Speaking of which, you can drop the glamour,” she said, waving her hands dismissively. “It’s not fooling anyone anymore, and it will only make you more tired.”

“What are ya goin’ on about?!” Mickey burst out at last. “I’m just me, plain and simple. No glamours, no fairy tricks, no noth–WOULDJA STOP THAT!” 

Daisy had begun to peak round his shoulder, taking special interest in the area around his shoulder blades for some reason. He thought he heard her mutter something about wings. When he snapped at her, she shrugged and plopped back down in front of him.

“You’re funny!” she laughed, throwing back her head before she realized he wasn’t following suit. “Wait…” she breathed then, tilting her head. “You’re serious.”

“‘Course I’m serious!” Mickey shouted. “Do I look like a fairy to you?”

Daisy blinked, then clicked her beak. “I get the feeling you wouldn’t want me to answer that.”

Mickey huffed, then stumbled to his feet with a great deal of effort. “Agh…well, thanks for the drink and for the crazy talk, but I’ve gotta go help Minnie.”

He took a step, and was immediately stopped by Daisy who, more serious now, kept her hand to his shoulder to keep him from moving past. Mickey tensed. It was hard to get a read on this girl’s intentions, but if she was going to stop him from helping Minnie, he was more than ready to fight. 

“I can’t let you do that,” Daisy said sternly, and Mickey scowled. 

“Why’s that?” he seethed.

“Because I’ve already got a plan, and if you waltz up there right now you’re going to ruin all of it. Besides, you wouldn’t last a minute against Mortimer’s guards. They’re built especially to take on people like you."

“I’m not a fairy.”

“ Even if that’s true,” Daisy scolded, narrowing her eyes. “You’ll put Minnie in a whole lot more danger if you go up there now. I already lost her once, I’m not about to let a lovesick idiot start the whole thing over again.”

Mickey was silent for a few moments as he glared at her. He didn’t want to trust her, especially since her strange accusation had piqued an uncomfortable sort of worry in the corner of his brain. But the look in her eyes was as honest as one could get, clouded by an anger and regret that would be difficult to fake. After a long while, he sighed.

“Well, then what am I s’posed to do?”

The duck relaxed a bit, recognizing his wary compliance. “Nothing,” she answered. “Nothing yet, at least.” She reached into a pocket within her violet dress and drew out a jingling ring of keys. “Stay here until I come back for you, and I’ll leave these in case of an emergency.” She twirled the keys lazily around her finger, but drew them back into her fist when Mickey reached for them. “Can I trust you?” she asked, eyeing him carefully. 

Mickey thought for a moment before he finally nodded, then she smiled and tossed the keys into his hand. When he looked away, ashamed to have agreed to sit idly by, she grabbed  his wrist and nodded assuringly. “She’ll be all right, I promise. I’m good at this sort of thing.” 

With a wink, she was gone, and Mickey was left standing alone in his cell once again.  He let out an exasperated puff of air and, leaning back against the wall, slid down to the floor. Forget dying, waiting was far worse. Every ounce of his being shouted for him to do something . But as frustrating as it was, Daisy’s words held him at bay.  Still, the more he echoed back the conversation in his head, the more uneasy he became.

It was strange how certain she’d been of his being a fae, and while it was ridiculous to entertain the notion, there was very little else to do at the moment. So he began to ponder what exactly it was that had made her believe such nonsense. He had no magic, save for the strange connection he shared with Minnie, no wings at his back, and no horns atop his head.

The only thing of interest he could think of was the strange reaction he’d experienced from the net and, now, the whip and chains. He’d figured it poison at first, which had been easy to assume before when the net had caught him and him alone. But now, he realized with a bit of discomfort, Minnie had been shackled just as he was and never showed one bit of a reaction. 

But, er….she was enchanted anyway. It made sense it wouldn’t affect her the same way. Didn’t it?

He shook his head and scratched behind his ears. This was silly. Besides, the fairies were the ones that had cursed Minnie. They were the ones that had taken her life away. And he knew with absolute certainty that he would never have laid a hand on her. He wasn’t one of them. He couldn’t be. 

Mickey…

The mouse practically leapt out of his skin when the voice sounded in his head, and it drew him well away from his other thoughts. He had thought it was just a dazed hallucination before, and yet here it was again, even as his mind and body were both clearly awake and well. 

He waited silently for a few seconds, ears twitching every time a droplet of water echoed in the quiet of the dungeon. Just as he was about to write up the sound as just a figment of his anxious imagination, it came again, more pressing this time.

Mickey.

The mouse leapt up, eyes darting around his cell and peering into the musty hallways outside. “A’right, that’s it, who’s there?! This ain’t funny, y’know!”

Then in the distance, a flickering light appeared in the darkened place beyond the bars of his cell. He lowered his fists, and swallowed nervously. Ghosts were not a particularly grand interest of his, nor was they one he wanted to presently take up. The light flared outside as Mickey stood ready with the keys in his hand, prepared to run should it make any sort of move to come closer. But it only hovered in place, a silvery beacon in the dark. 

His curiosity overcame him. 

Slowly, he approached the gate of his cell and managed to slide the key into the lock from the other side. As it swung open, he kept a wary eye on the flame. But still it remained in place, so with a nervous swallow and a flick of his tail, Mickey made his way towards it. When he got close, it vanished into thin air, only to reappear a good distance aways.

Ah, so it was leading him somewhere. Lovely.

Was following a bit stupid? Yes. Did he care enough to turn back around? No, he didn’t. So he pressed onward, keeping his eyes on the strange lights that led him in an ominous dance through the deepest parts of the dungeon. He tried not to think about how far he’d gone, or how even if he tried to turn back now, it would be difficult to find his way. Eventually, the lights led him up to a wall, and then suddenly disappeared.

Mickey stopped, confused and a bit frightened. There was nothing but a dead end here, and no torches to light the way. He felt around for any sort of way out, struggling in the dark. And then, as his hand brushed over the stone, he suddenly felt it dip through. With a start, he pulled it back, nose twitching nervously. And then, realizing there was nowhere else to really turn, he stepped forward. 

He passed right through the supposed stone wall, and found himself at the top of a spiraling staircase, standing far beneath a gaping patch of sky. He knew this only because the sun, piercing through a gap in the dark cloud cover, passed over the space just enough to send its light shining into the cavern. It was far too high up to reach, so he resolved to head deeper down the darker stairwell. His heart pounded wildly in his chest and while he wished Minnie was there to keep him company, a part of him was glad she wasn’t. He didn’t know what he was going to find. 

Then, as he approached the end and a crumbling floor of stone met his eyes, a deep rumbling filled his ears and his dream returned to him. His breath hitched in his throat, listening intently as rattling chains sounded across the entire cavern. The picture was exactly as his dream from so many months ago had painted it. Which meant only only one thing–

From a deep pit in the center of a cavern, a dark silhouette appeared, form clouded in smoke. Mickey took a step back, trembling.

Dragon. 

No dream could have captured the intense flood of pressure and magic that flooded the chamber as she came into view, her faded scales and feathers still gleaming in the faint light of day. She had no eyes and yet as she sniffed the air, she swiveled her head to meet Mickey head on. He gasped, shrinking beneath the weight of her presence.

“Child…” the creature spoke softly, though her voice still rumbled across the stone walls, and several loose pebbles tumbled from their places and into the darkness. “Surely you can tell there is no danger in this place. Why do you hide your wings?”

He found himself entirely unable to speak. No danger? That wasn’t exactly how he would have put it. And her question only frightened him further.

“I-I’ve got no wings,” he stammered, finding his voice to sound even smaller than usual. “Who…who are you?”

The dragon released something like a dissatisfied growl. “ Hm… ” she rumbled, then lifted her head which, to Mickey’s relief, took her further from him. “ I am Fand ,” she spoke, smoke wafting from her nostrils. “ Once the Fae’s guardian. Now, only an ill-fated prisoner. But you, child...I have been waiting for you. You have a destiny greater than you know.”

Though there was obviously no one else present, Mickey couldn’t help but cast a look over his shoulder. “Who, me?” 

She chuckled, something deep and guttural. “Yes, you, dear Mickey.” And before he knew it, he was blushing like a child. This creature was terrifying, yes, but a deep sense of care radiated from her. Like the fiery love of a mother…or at least how Mickey imagined that to be. 

“How do you know me?” he breathed, wondering if, somehow, she knew of the past he’d never been able to remember. 

“If I told you that, the words would leave your mind as quickly as they entered.”

“What’s that s’posed to mean?!” 

“It means you’ve been cursed, little one. Cursed to forget, and to reject every hint of what was taken from you.”

Mickey’s fur stood on end. He’d had a life before all this, something someone had thought worthy enough to take from him. With mild desperation, he pleaded with the dragon for more. “There must be something you can tell me!”

Fand sniffed, and the chain around her neck dug into her scales as her muscles shifted. With hardly a wince, she lowered her head again.  “I can tell you only what came before your time,” she answered him regretfully. “It will not give you the answers to your past, but it may help you begin to understand your future.”

“I’ll take anything…”

“Then, listen closely…

~~

Long ago, the Fae and the Mortal Kingdom were at peace with one another. There was but one realm, and all shared it with kindness and compassion. The fairies shared their magic freely with the mortals and, in turn, the mortals, whose minds were sharp and imaginative, kept that magic thriving by recording and telling the stories of the Fae with each new generation. For magic feeds on two things: memories, the waters of the past which grant life to the future, and hope, the light that causes it to blossom. 

But one mortal was not satisfied with her role. She learned of a way to wield magic of her own, by stealing from the memories and hope of others and storing the power away into objects of enchantment. Those who had both stolen from them were transformed into soulless creatures with no will of their own. And hence, the Sidhe were born. 

At first, little changed. But as memories began to vanish, and hope started to fade, so did the magic in both worlds. The Fairies accused the Mortals of neglecting their role, and likewise, the Mortals were convinced the Fae had decided to keep their magic to themselves. Balance was disrupted. The Fairy realm began to burn, consumed by its own light, while the Mortal realm flooded and grew as cold as the hearts of its people. 

In the wake of a bitter war, that treacherous mortal rose up as a self-proclaimed beacon of peace. The fae trusted her, as she wielded magic with ease, but so did the mortals, as her form was that of their own. She could have ended the war then and there, but doing so would have meant giving up the power she’d so grown to love. And so, rising to the throne in a kingdom of chaos, she manipulated both sides into continuing their battle, all the while draining more and more life from the souls of the people, and of the worlds themselves. Those who saw through her charms called her the Midnight Witch. Those who loved her, the Queen of Shadows. We knew her only as Magica, the false fae and deceiver of kings.

It was then that two unlikely souls chanced to meet–a young fairy girl and a mortal prince, who had grown weary of the fighting and sought to mend their worlds.They had heard tales of two great powers strong enough to end the evil queen’s reign, two hearts that held the very essence of the worlds themselves: The Heart of the Sea, and the Heart of the Sky. In a desperate effort to save their realm, the two journeyed far across the ocean to find the fabled realm of Idir, the place where sky meets sea. There, they found their treasure in the form of two ancient guardians. The great dragon Manannan Mac Lir, whose heart was one with the great oceans and waters of the earth, and myself, bound to the sky and to its light. 

The fairy and the prince pleaded for our aid. But, though I am ashamed to admit it, my mate and I cared little for the affairs of the realms. We preferred to watch from afar, and sent the two away with nothing to show for their efforts. That would have been the end of it. Only, Magica had also heard the legends. She discovered Idir and, determined to gain more power, tried to steal the thing my mate and I cared for more than anything. Our egg…

She caught us by surprise, and nearly succeeded in her goal.  But the fairy and the prince, having spotted the queen’s forces on their way, returned to Idir.  They freed my mate and I and helped us to rescue our beloved egg, though at great cost. Both were gravely wounded. Once more, with their dying breaths, pleaded with us to save their kingdoms.

My mate and I could no longer refuse. Carrying the fallen heroes back to their people, we told of their bravery and sacrifice, and swore that if the two realms would take up their arms not against each other, but against the witch who had deceived them so, we would fight alongside them and restore their realms.

The battle was fierce and many were lost to the queen and her Sidhe, but in the end we succeeded. Magica was sealed away into the depths of the underworld. There was but one object with enough magic to keep this spell in place, and keep the witch’s chaos from tainting both worlds. And so our dear egg was placed at the center of both realms. From its magic grew the Fae’s beloved Dara Tree–the palace of Tir na Nog–in whose highest branches I made my home. And in the mortal realm, a deep lake teaming with life and magic was born. It was here that Mac Lir swore to rest, and watch over the Mortals.

For a time, there was a period of great rebirth and of peace. But my mate and I knew it would not last forever. One day, we would grow too old and too weak to keep the the magic of our egg from fading, and it would no longer be enough to keep the Midnight Witch from breaking free. So, touched by the courage of the fairy and her prince, we departed on each realm a gift. Our promise was this: that when the time came at which Magica’s magic began to seep through, one child from each realm would be born with the power needed to restore the egg. A fairy, with a fiery heart fueled by the light of hope.  And a mortal, with a soul as flowing and fierce as the waves on the sea. 

~~

After growing silent for several long moments, the dragon released a soft rumble and set her muzzle only inches from where Mickey stood. “Do you understand, child?”

As in his dream, he set a gentle hand to her scales and felt as she relaxed beneath his touch. “I’m…not sure,” he answered quietly, though it was halfways a lie. He was beginning to have his theories, but he didn’t like them. “If all that’s true, what happened to bring us here? What…what happened to you? ” He glanced at her chains, still digging painfully into her feathery scales, and shuddered. 

“I’m afraid that story is one that began when you entered this world…of which I can share no more.” He drew back, guilt piercing his heart, but she brought her tail around him and spoke to ease his fears. “Make no mistake, you are at fault for none of this.”

“Then why-”

A terrible screech rang out against the cavern walls, and Mickey gasped, eyes darting towards the distant patch of sky. With a start, he realized how much time had passed as he’d listened to the dragon’s tale. It was now moonlight that shone down upon them. Shadows passed over the sky and when one let out another screech, Mickey remembered immediately where he’d heard it before.

“Sidhe…” he whispered, heart pounding, then a worse thought crossed his mind. “Minnie!”

“Quiet!” Fand hissed, and swept him under her wing with a whisk of her tail. 

Though surrounded by darkness, Mickey could still hear as wingbeats flooded the cavern, and felt as Fand vibrated with a deep growl. Her tail kept him pressed close to her side, but he managed to peek through the tiny gap where her wings met her body to see outside. 

A flurry of ashy feathers swept across the stone, and within them settled three Sidhe, their masks gleaming harshly in the light of Fand’s glow. Mickey recognized one of them from the forest, burned patches of scarlet still shining through in the places not covered by cloth. The others were new, though they seemed just as menacing. 

One of them stepped forward, approaching Fand with an eerie light in their eye. A jet black tail swept behind them, and two small ears twitched atop their head. While the others kept their wings folded behind them, this one’s feathers vanished entirely the moment they landed, dissolved into a flurry of dust. 

“Well, well…” they hissed, in a voice that didn’t seem to suit the speaker. “Fand, old friend, it’s been a while.”

A rush of heat swelled beneath Fand’s scales and Mickey watched as a flicker of flame shot from her mouth. Not enough to consume the three figures, but enough to keep them from coming any closer.  “Magica. Ever the coward…Still hiding behind lost souls.”

‘Magica’ let out a puff of anger and abruptly leaned in. Though her face was shrouded beneath the mask, Mickey could imagine the scowl painted on her lips. “I wouldn’t have to if someone hadn’t sealed me away!” she snapped, then swiftly drew herself up and lifted her chin with pride. 

“Besides…this one is a trophy I’m particularly proud of,” the witch chuckled, gesturing to the body from which she spoke. “You remember her, don’t you? She nearly discovered me all those years ago before my lovely, little Kelpies found her out. But, ah, it all worked out for the better, didn’t it? You lost your little prince to his grief, and I gained two splendid new allies. And, oh!” she exclaimed, letting out a stream of cackling laughter. “Speaking of allies, it seems you’re still without your precious ‘chosen ones.’”

Fand rumbled, and her grip on Mickey tightened. “It seems you are right. I suppose that means you have won, dear queen. Surely you have nothing left to accomplish, and none to stand in your way.”

At this, the figure narrowed her eyes. Fand’s words had struck a nerve, for they were clearly untrue. The faux Magica took several long moments locked in a deathly stare before finally responding.

“Laugh now, dragon. After tonight, your final guardian–that wretched, little princess–will be nothing more than an empty husk.” Mickey flinched, and only Fand’s grip kept him from rushing for the Sidhe right then and there. They were talking about Minnie, they had to be. 

“But for now,” the witch continued. “I tire of your existence. That mortal king lacked the power to end you, but my Sidhe have gathered more than enough strength to do what he could not.”

She raised her hand, and the other Sidhe summoned glittering iron spears to their fists. With another wave of their hands, enchanted chains drew themselves around the dragon’s muzzle, and pinned her head to the ground. Fand drew in a pained breath, and Mickey set his hand to her side, the most he could do to let her know she was not alone. 

I can fight them, Mickey thought to himself. I nearly beat them before… 

No, came Fand’s stern voice in his head, surprising him. Do not make a sound until they have gone. 

But you-! 

I have lived long enough. My only wish now is to join my dear Manannan in Albios. Only, listen now to what I say before I depart.

You must return to your princess, ensure that she is safe. She believes Mac Lir’s gift a curse, though it is all that binds her to life. See to it she knows what she has been given, and at what cost, for his words to her were the last he breathed. Can you do this?

I-I s’pose…but- 

And to you…dear child, you fear the light within you. You must learn to accept it. Know that your heart holds great value, and that your life is one worth living. Whatever you discover, know that you are loved. Do not lose the hope that rests within your soul, for it is the fire that warms many a heart.  

Do you understand?...

Mickey clung to her scales, wishing he could shut his ears to the Sidhe’s horrific screeches as Magica gave the command and sent the blades piercing into the dragon’s chest. Fand released a gargled roar, and Mickey felt as her heartbeat ceased, pierced by an iron blade. Her sides heaved as her final gasps consumed her, Magica cackling all the while. What did it matter what he thought of himself, when the only voice of his past lay perishing beside him? He felt only guilt and heartache.   

Her wing drew closer around his trembling body, altogether blocking his view and muffling the sounds that echoed outside.

…Do you… understand… she asked again, the thoughts distant and weak. 

He could not bring himself to lie to her, and he was sure she would know if he tried. So he shared with her all he could think to say. 

I don’t…not yet. But I will. I promise I will.  

Fand sighed, satisfied, and released a final, shaky breath. Then her body settled, and her grip on Mickey loosened. With a pang in his chest, he leaned into her side and shut his eyes, shuddering as he felt the life leave her body. 

The Sidhe let out a victorious shriek, and their pleasure was all that saved Mickey from their grasp. Had Magica not been so drunk on pride and pleasure, she might have thought to check beneath the wing that Fand had failed to lift even once. But the witch was too eager to complete her plot, and gathered the Sidhe once again to the sky, uttering cries of successful revenge and of the prizes she had yet to claim. 

When their howls had faded, Mickey finally emerged from beneath Fand’s wing and slowly made his way to her head. The chains the Sidhe had summoned had vanished, but the burns they’d left remained, so he stroked the scaly feathers between them and whispered a broken thank you for all she had shared in the short moments they’d had.

He wished he had flowers to leave, but there were none to be found amidst the cold stone of this cavernous prison. And so, regretfully, he placed a kiss on the dragon’s muzzle, and said goodbye. No sooner had he turned than the moonlight flared upon him and flooded the cavern in its glow. The rock beneath his feet cracked, followed by the rest of the stone surrounding him, and from the gaps sprouted thousands of white blossoms. They swept across the cavern like a wave, until every ounce of solid ground–and Fand’s lifeless form–had been covered in a floral blanket that shone as bright as the moonlight from which it had sprung. 

Mickey froze, speechless, then cracked a tiny smile as his eyes welled. Before him, a flower larger than the rest had formed. He knelt beside it and slowly, its petals unfurled to reveal a single glowing stone. The gem shone with a golden, blazing light, and was warm to the touch, flaring brightly as Mickey gathered it in his hands. For a moment, a silver script scrawled its way across the surface.

A spark to light the darkest night. 

Mickey held it to his chest, silent. Then he stood and started back up the spiraling stairs, following the sky that shone above. He still didn’t understand everything, but he would eventually. He had faith in that. 

For now, it was the light in his heart that led the way.

#of all the chapters so far #this is the one I hope best paints the picture in my head #StoriesComeAlive #myth and magic #myth & magic #my writing #mickey mouse #minnie mouse #mickey x minnie #daisy duck #mortimer mouse #magica de spell #fanfic #fanfiction #oswald the lucky rabbit

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chapter 3 of puppetskier is live! Jaskier had gotten pretty torn up in the last chapter so now he's getting sewn up by Shani and resumes an academic slapfight with his frenemy Mortimer. snippet:

Inside, the office gave Jaskier the impression he was walking into an auction house built inside a cave, but it was a cave with a decent view of the Pontar, with a set of narrow bay windows facing the river that let in the sunlight.

Shani hesitated in the doorway and shifted Jaskier to the crook of her arm. “I really hope he’s here after all that walking,” she said.

“Mortimer?” Jaskier called, trying to prepare himself for the conversation he was about to very calmly have.

The room was larger than Jaskier’s university office by a good margin, and he wasn’t pleased by that realization. Sure, the room was a little dreary the further away you got from the windows, but Mortimer had lanterns hanging from the ceiling that made up for it. There were also bookshelves that were mounted on wheels and could be pushed out of the way. Strange, rust-colored crystal plants appeared to be growing out of the bookshelves.

“Professor? Professor Meinbald?” Shani called. She almost dropped Jaskier when she turned a corner and almost walked into a large bird.

“The fuck!” she yelped. “What is that?”

Jaskier looked over the bird, wracking his brain. “An ostrich?” he mused. He’d seen one ages ago in Toussaint. It looked dead, but it was a rather impressive display of taxidermy, if not a little weird. The bird wore a heavy chain necklace and its eyes were a bright, unnatural azure.

“It’s an emu,” Mortimer said from behind them. Shani tightened her arm around Jaskier and turned to face Mortimer.

“If you’re lost, here’s a map to help you get back—and mind the instructions to stay away from the purple door. The university’s budget for compensating student injuries on campus has decreased year after year since Vizimir ascended the throne. If you’re here to fulfill the requirements of a prank or student hazing, I will endow you with a skin pigmentation curse that will break once you snap this,” Mortimer said, holding out an embossed coin made of–wait, was that a cracker? “If you need something of value to sell, there’s a shelf behind the front door full of items safe enough for you to take. Good on you for making it here in one piece, please leave.”

Mortimer sounded tired and annoyed, looking just like the last time Jaskier had faced off with him. Mortimer Meinbald was broad-shouldered and heavyset, his hair pulled back into a tight braid. His black and grey beard was as unkempt as ever, and probably hiding more turgid research that would annoy the fuck out of Jaskier.

“How pragmatic of you, Morty,” Jaskier said. Mortimer’s eyebrows arched slightly, refocusing on Jaskier now instead of Shani.

“We need your help,” Shani said and Jaskier waved a hand to shush her, drawing even more interest from Mortimer.

“It’s Julian Pankratz, and I know you’ve got two eyes that can see that I’ve been cursed. I’m on a bit of a deadline here and would appreciate your help in getting me back in tip-top shape,” Jaskier said.

“Are you a—” Mortimer began and Jaskier held up a small hand to stop him.

“Yes, I’m a fucking puppet. I need to break this curse and get back into my body right now,” he said, trying not to flail in desperation. He was desperate, but he had to convince Mortimer to help him first.

“I see,” Mortimer said, looking too fucking amused. “This is a rather lackluster practical joke, as far as those go.”

“Oh, I have far better jokes when it comes to you, Morty,” Jaskier said warningly.

“Always a class act, Julian,” Mortimer said dismissively and Jaskier seethed, like Mortimer wasn’t the one to–

“Be nice,” Shani said quietly, patting Jaskier encouragingly. She lifted Jaskier up a little, making sure Jaskier was level with Mortimer’s eyes. Shani was perceptive and thoughtful like that.

Jaskier tried to remind himself why he was really here. He’d been abducted, trampled, and attacked. There was no way he would go begging for Philippa’s help. He couldn’t face Dijkstra like this. Mortifying as it was asking Mortimer for help, this was what Jaskier needed to do.

“I wouldn’t have come to you if it wasn’t serious,” Jaskier said. “We go back a long time, you and I. I’ve helped you before.”

Mortimer snorted and returned a book to a shelf. “I see you’re still excellent at revising history.”

“Revising history? Revising? Ooh, that’s rich coming from you,” Jaskier said, his ire and frustration bubbling back to the surface. Maybe he should go to Philippa after all.

Mortimer chuckled and shook his head. “Despite whatever happened to you now,” he said, gesturing at Jaskier’s current puppet state, “you’ll never change.” read Coin Operated Boy on ao3

#jaskier #the witcher #the witcher netflix #witcher fic #my fic #my witcher fic #puppetskier #a bard's hiatus in oxenfurt #this is my favorite chapter :) #let me just keep vibing with my silly whumpy humor feelings wheeee #heyoo remembering to crosspost my stuff here good job me